A/N: 2 days in a row? It’s like a record or something. I am a little obsessed with Bucky right now. Can you tell? Here’s more Bucky fluff for you. Hope you enjoy!
Warnings: None? Fluff? It’s fluff.
Word Count: 790 words
“Hey Y/N? Come here?” you hear from the other room. You roll your eyes. You left Bucky trying to figure something out on his phone, and you are sure that he needs help with something. You chuckle to yourself as you roll out of bed, putting your book face down on the bed to mark your page. You pad across the hardwood floor and into the living room, only to be met with candles on every flat surface in the room. And standing, in the middle of them, is Bucky, beautiful as ever in his tight red t-shirt, the one he knows you love.
“What’s going on?” you ask, a smile dancing on your lips. He smiles back and motions you toward him. You do as he asks, moving toward him.
“Dance with me?” he asks, a huge smile on his face. You nod, before Bucky clicks something on his phone. Yours by Russell Dickerson starts playing over the Bluetooth speaker in the living room. You’re not even sure how he figured out connecting his phone to it.
He snakes his hands around your waist, and you put yours up around his neck as the music starts playing through the room. You start swaying from side to side, your cheek against his chest.
“I was a boat stuck in a bottle, that never got the chance to touch the sea. Just forgot on the shelf. No wind in my sails, goin’ nowhere with no one but me.” Bucky starts singing with the music. You pull away from him to watch his singing, a rare occurrence.
“I came to life when I first kissed you. The best me has his arms around you. You make me better than I was before. Thank God I’m yours.” Bucky looks into your eyes, singing each word from the heart. You feel tears prickling your eyes.
“I was a worn out set of shoes, wanderin’ the city street. Another face in the crowd, head looking down, lost in the sound of a lonely melody.” You pull him back toward you, resting your head on his chest again, listening to his voice rumble through his chest. You feel tears running down your face as you continue listening.
“Thank God I’m yours,” he finishes with the song. You glance back up to him. He kisses your forehead before letting go of your waist. You whimper at the lack of contact, but you watch as he gets down on one knee.
“Y/N, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t-“ Bucky is interrupted by the music playing loudly again. You stifle a laugh as Bucky fumbles to get his phone out of his pocket and, with a huff, pauses the music. He groans as he does.
“Well, that sort of ruined the moment,” he says, glancing up at me with sad eyes. You try to force the grin off your face, but you can’t.
“No, it didn’t Buck. It’s perfect.” You kneel down in front of him. “You’re perfect.” You lean forward to kiss him. “Now, start over.” You nod and stand back up, tears streaming down your face again as you realize what is about to happen. Bucky smiles up at you, holding both your hands in his own.
“Y/N, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t imagine my life without you. You changed everything for me and I want to spend every minute of the rest of my life with you. So, will you marry me?” Bucky stares up at you with wide eyes.
“Yes!” you all but yell and lean down to kiss him. He deepens the kiss almost immediately and you can’t help but laugh against his lips. He pulls away, wrapping you in a hug. He stands, lifting you up with him, spinning you both around. You laugh through your tears. He sets you down and digs in his pocket for a moment before showing you a beautiful ring, intricate silver vines with green stones winding together to a diamond in the center.
“It was my mother’s,” he says quietly. “If you don’t like it, we can pick out-“ It’s your turn to interrupt him.
“No, Buck, it’s perfect.” The smile on your face is so wide it’s starting to hurt and you stand on tiptoes, kissing him sweetly again. He smiles as you pull away and you hold out your left hand. The ring slips on perfectly, as if it was made for you.
“I’m yours,” you whisper with a smile, looking up at Bucky. He leans in, kissing you again.
18 months later, Yours by Russell Dickerson plays out as you and Bucky dance for the first time as husband and wife.
Summary:Reader feels lost, and she finds comfort in the arms of someone she didn’t expect.
Warnings:depression, suicidal thoughts, implied attempted suicide (very light, only if you squint real hard)
Author’s Note: When I started writing this I was in a very bad place. I started wirting it because I felt exactly as reader feels in this fic. And this was my only outlet. Daydreaming as always. It helped a little fantasizing that my very own Bucky would comfort me in my darkest days, so I decided to share this with you all. I hope it helps those who need it, if only a little bit. You’re not alone. Don’t forget to reach out for help. Attempting against your life is never the answer, guys. You matter. You’re important and people do care. We don’t have to live through this alone. And I know it isn’t easy. And I know it can’t be cured with a fanfiction. I know.But knowing people care, sharing the way you feel with people you love and people who love you does help. It makes things easier, lighter. And if you ever need to talk to someone, you can always come to me. It gets better, guys. It really does. Stay safe. I love you all <3
Bucky could always tell if you’d cried yourself to sleep during the night. Your pretty eyes would be puffy and reddish the next morning. Your shoulders would hunch over, as if the weight you’d cried off the night before hadn’t left completely. You’d shuffle your feet across the floor. You’d look numb, weary. And he always knew that crying all alone in your bed at night had left you feeling worse than before.
“Hey, doll,” he greeted quietly when you entered the kitchen.
You lifted your face up to see him sitting on the stool across from the kitchen table. The sunlight that came from the window behind him shone on his bed hair, creating a halo around his head that made him glow.
“Hey, Buck.” You smiled weakly at him in an attempt to hide the fact that you’d cried the night before. But the smile, as weak as it had been, was real. Seeing him always made your heart feel less heavy and the weight over your shoulders dissipated for a little while.
You walked towards the stove that was behind him and filled the teapot with tap water before setting it onto the flame. You placed your hands on the edge of the counter and let your head fall forward. You let out a silent sigh, and prayed that the remnants of the tears shed last night weren’t noticeable to Bucky.
“Everything okay, doll?” he said behind you, tentatively.
You lifted your head up and turned to see him. He was looking at you worryingly, and he’d turned his whole body in your direction. He didn’t attempt to hide the scowl of concern on his face.
You attempted a smile, but it didn’t come out right. Everything was not fine. And you were dying to tell him just that. But you knew if you did, you’d crumble before him, and that was something you couldn’t afford. Looking weak in front of people wasn’t something you were very fond of.
“Yeah, Buck. Everything’s fine.” You shrugged your shoulders in a weak attempt to be nonchalant.
Bucky knew better, but he didn’t push.
He stood up from the stool and shortened the distance between you two in a few strides. He towered over you by a good 8 inches. His presence wasn’t intimidating. He didn’t make you nervous. He made you feel at peace. And you wondered what it’d be like to be wrapped up in his arms, if a hug from him would ease the pain in your chest and lift the weight off your shoulders.
He placed both hands upon your upper arms and said in the most soothing voice: “I’m here if you need me, doll.” He looked intently into your eyes, and you were trying so goddamn hard not to cry. “Always.” He smiled and squeezed your arms softly before letting you go and walking out of the kitchen.
And you knew and embrace from him would definitely help you ease the pain. And you found yourself longing to be held by Bucky Barnes.
-
It was taking a toll on you. You couldn’t focus on missions anymore. You were in a bad mood all the time. You’d snap at everyone for everything and anything, and all you wanted was to sleep. Sleep all day. Sleep and not worry about life anymore. You weren’t sure when, but you’d started to wish to never wake up.
But the world needed you. And you couldn’t afford sleeping all the time. You couldn’t afford being distracted during missions because you would not only jeopardize your life, but also your teammates’.
And it was too much. The weight of the world was upon your shoulder. The weight of being a good soldier, a good agent was upon your shoulders. The weight of everything was upon your shoulders. And the tears that you shed in your bed every night weren’t nearly enough to lift it all off. You were fading away and there was nothing you could do about it. And if there was, you didn’t care to find it.
-
“You could’ve gotten killed, Y/N!” Tony yelled as he paced back and forth across the carpeted living room floor. His right hand swiped along his hair, pushing it back and away from his face.
“Wouldn’t that had been delightful?” you said, trying so little to hide the fact that you didn’t care.
“What?” Tony stopped his pacing and stood in front of you. He couldn’t quite figure out if you were serious, and there were both anger and concern in his features.
You were all used to bottling things up. If you were sad or depressed or angry, you bottled it all up. There was no time for feelings. You all had more important things to do. You were looked up to. And people didn’t want to see sad agents. They wanted sparkly agents, happy avengers that would gladly give their life for them, as ungrateful as they were.
You sighed wearily and rolled your eyes as you stood up from the couch. “Nothing, Tony.” You patted his shoulder before walking past him towards the staircase.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” And the concern in his voice was noticeable, but god you didn’t have the energy to do this right now. You didn’t have the energy to do anything at all lately.
You stopped at the first step and turned your body in his direction. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not allowed to not be okay.” You shrugged your shoulders and went upstairs, leaving him with dread hanging over his head.
-
It was too much. Everything was too much. The little things that used to bring you joy had ceased to be important to you. Being in combat, fighting the bad guys, kicking some hydra ass were things you utterly enjoyed. But that was gone too. You saw no light at the end of the tunnel. It kept getting darker and deeper, and your resilience was wearing thin. You were disappearing and nobody cared. Not even you.
The music in your ears was loud, and the tears flowed free down the sides of your face, disappearing into your hair. Music used to bring you peace of mind, and you were trying so desperately to find it again. You were trying desperately to cling to the remnants of life that could keep your feet grounded onto this world. And it wasn’t happening. Nothing worked anymore. Not even music. So what was the point on keep on living then? If nothing could bring you joy anymore? If nothing could spark a little bit of life into you? And the thought appeared in your mind in a flash, almost fleeting. And you held onto it. Onto your last hope. Your last resource.
It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? You had the means. You had the weapons. You had the knowledge so it would be as painless and quick as possible.
So why then were you taking so long? Why were your hands shaking? Why was all your body shaking? Why were there tears running madly down your face if this was what you wanted to do?
The gun felt heavy in your hand, and you dropped it as if it were scorching hot. And you ran. You stormed off your quarters and let your legs guide you to wherever they wanted to go. You let your heart guide you to the one place you knew you’d feel safe from your own thoughts; the one place you’d feel safe from yourself.
It was as if he’d sensed you’d come because he opened the door just when you were about to knock. And there he was, standing tall and broad and waiting.
He didn’t say a word, but you sensed he knew why you were standing on his doorstep, crying and shaking. He didn’t say a word, and he didn’t have to, because when he opened his arms, you stepped into them in a heartbeat, with no doubt in your mind that this was the place you needed to be at the most right now.
When his arms wrapped around you, it felt as if all the broken pieces of your shattered soul were being glued back together, back in place. It was as if he was absorbing all the bad thoughts and feelings that had been consuming you for months. And you held onto him. You held onto him as if your life depended on it. And it did in a way.
You sobbed into his shirt, leaving a damp spot on the fabric. He ran his right hand through your hair, soothing you, comforting you. He placed his right cheek on top of your head and brought you closer to his body when your sobs became cries. He never said a word, and he never urged you to stop crying.
“It’s gonna be okay, doll,” he whispered against the top of your head; his hands never ceasing to stroke your hair and back soothingly. “I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
And it was all you needed. Someone who cared. Someone who showed they cared. Someone who allowed you to live your feelings without trying to shut you down.
This was the light at the end of the tunnel. The spark of hope that you were so desperately looking for. And here it was, in the arms of a man who had always been there but you’d been too blind to see it.
Going back to normal wasn’t going to be easy, and you were aware of it. But knowing Bucky cared, knowing Bucky was there to pick you up, would make it less difficult. And it was worth staying for.
Warnings:My blog is 18+ and though there’s no smut in this piece, minors DNI. Domestic abuse, break up, humiliation, mutual pining, friends in love, drink driving, car accident, coma, chasing justice/vigilante attitudes, fairy tales, Disney, fluff, lots of angst, anger, guilt, happy ever afters
Prompt: Fairy tale
A/N: So this is my contribution to the 500 follower writing challenge hosted by @tom-whore-dleston It’s a new one for me because I’ve had to use a fairy tale for this one. So I’ve tried to use the fairy tale to feed into a modern situation and at the same time reflect that the same fairy tale has importance to the reader. Sleeping Beauty is an important one to me as the first feature length Disney cartoon I watched, and I was in awe of it.
This hasn’t been beta read and all of my mistakes are my own. Please feel free to like, comment and/or reblog as I look forward to feedback and interacting with people who choose to read my work. I appreciate you all. I hope you enjoy it.
She was Steve’s. The point being ‘was’. Where was he now as she lay in the hospital bed in a coma? She was Steve’s but he never really cared for her. He picked her as the perfect smoke screen and made everyone believe he was in love. She was Steve’s, it was the excuse that always stopped Bucky from admitting his true feelings for her. She was Steve’s, the line she repeated in her head like a mantra even though she didn’t love him, she loved someone else and was terrified of Steve. She was Steve’s until he decided it was right for him and Peggy to go public by breaking up with Y/N via a Snapchat post, not even a one-to-one message but a post of him and Peggy while saying ‘Y/N, I got myself a real woman’ and it was posted for all to see. She was Steve’s no longer and was fighting for her life after a drunk truck driver careered into her car.
Bucky hadn’t left her side, the symphony of beeps from various machines stopped the silence creeping in and forming negative thoughts and nightmares of worst possible outcomes in his mind. She couldn’t die, he couldn’t lose her. She was his safe haven in a world that had become darker than he’d ever anticipated. Nat and Sam walked into the room and sat with Bucky. Nat handed him a cup of coffee from the nearby coffee shop instead of getting the mud in a cup from the hospital vending machine. He accepted it gratefully with a swift nod and looked back over to Y/N. She looked like she was peacefully sleeping. Blissfully unaware of the situation she was in, you could be forgiven for thinking she was in a complete state of calm. Sam placed a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Buck, you’ve been here since the accident happened three days ago. You need to go back to the compound, get some sleep” he advised. Shrugging him off with a light scoff, he took Y/N’s hand in his, rubbing her fingers softly with his thumb.
“If she wakes up, I need to be here for her” he insisted.
“What good to her are you if you are too tired to function?” Sam spoke quietly.
“Sam’s right Bucky, you need to sleep. We’ll be here if she wakes up. Sam will call you straight away as well” Nat offered seeing the pain in Bucky’s eyes. The internal fight to stop tears flowing because she looked helpless and fragile.
“But I should be here” Bucky tried to push.
“I know she’s your best friend, but she’d understand that-”
“You don’t get it Sam, she’s not just my best friend, I love her Sam. I’m in love with her!” he kept his voice low, but it was strained as though he was arguing. Sam’s eyes panned. He was about to speak when Nat walked over to Bucky.
“Buck, listen to me, what would Y/N tell you to do?” she asked firmly.
“To… to go home and sleep,” he sounded defeated and shook his head, “fine, I’ll go” he conceded, “but you must call me instantly if she wakes up” he instructed. Nat agreed and sent him out to the waiting car to be taken home.
Nat sunk down on the chair in the corner of the hospital room. Sam was still processing Bucky’s words. How had he missed it?
“You know it was obvious right” Nat said laughing at Sam’s inability to realise Bucky’s feelings towards Y/N were deeper than he’d anticipated. “She’s in love with him too, but she thinks he doesn’t see her that way”
“She was with Steve though” Sam countered looking even more confused.
“No, he coerced her into a relationship where he was bullying and abusing her. The trouble is no one wanted to say or do anything to stop it except Bucky. Even I was at fault there. She needed us and we let her down. I mean don’t you remember the quiz night Tony held with us where we were in teams of two and had to answer questions about each other to see who really was a perfect match” she chuckled at the memory. Sam’s smile spread across his face as he recalled that night…
Tony sat back looking all smug as yet another duo failed to get more than 10 out 15 in the ‘How Well Do You Know Your Partner?’ game. In all fairness he was teamed with Pepper, but the others were teamed with friends. Bruce and Thor did pretty well achieving a solid 10, Wanda and Vision got 11 and Nat scored 11 with Clint. Sam was teamed with Rhodey and scored a 7. Originally Y/N wasn’t going to play. Steve was off on yet another ‘solo’ mission (a jaunt to Peggy’s) but everyone convinced her to take part and she agreed to work with Bucky, her best friend. She leaned into him, putting her face on his shoulder as she laughed uncontrollably at Peter scoring 5 with T’Challa. It was almost as bad as the 2 Y/N scored with Steve last time they played. Tony rubbed his hands together all excited as he sat forward.
“Y/N do you and Tin Man actually think you’ll beat mine and Pepper’s score of 13?” he was so confident. Y/N and Bucky looked at each other with a smile.
“We’ll give it a shot Tony. Friday has our answers and is ready to reveal them with each question asked”
“Let’s make it interesting” Tony beamed. Bucky looked at him with confusion.
“What do you have in mind?” Bucky quizzed.
“If you score higher than me and Pepper you will win two thousand dollars. If we have higher than you, then you and Y/N will be responsible for dinner for everyone for a whole week” he offered.
“You’re on” Y/N grinned.
Question after question was fired, each one was a correct answer. Question 10 came and went, then 11 and 12 all correct. Nat was enjoying her role as quizmaster for the couple and witnessing the faces on others as the responses kept coming back with a ‘ding’ from Friday.
“Question 13 – if going on a date, what physical preparation is made to show they expect sex?” Nat’s words were met with ‘ooohs’ and ‘aaahhhs’ knowing this was quite an intimate ask. Silence fell upon everyone as they looked on at Y/N and Bucky. They were deep in thought and glanced at each other. Bucky’s lips curled into a cocksure smile as Tony waved them off with a scoffing laugh thinking there was no way they’d equalise.
“When Bucky goes on a date and is hoping to have sex he puts on extra cologne, brightens his teeth and ensures he has brand new underwear that doesn’t look like it’s got that washed and owned for a while look” she revealed.
“Friday?” Nat called for clarification. Friday dinged again and showed Bucky’s written response that was almost word for word. Bucky now needed to respond with the right answer to get the 13th point.
“Y/N will wear black underwear” he answered simply, watching her blush. As Friday dinged yet again, Tony’s eyes widened in shock as some of the other Avengers were equally as surprised. This wasn’t necessarily something all best friends knew.
“Question 14 – what would you want your wedding song to be?” Nat questioned.
“Bucky would pick Moonlight Serenade by Glenn Miller” Y/N didn’t even waste time and her reaction was met with Bucky letting out a laugh as he pulled Y/N to him and placed a kiss on her forehead. Friday confirmed the answer and Bucky divulged Y/N’s being From This Moment by Shania Twain. Y/N’s grin was so bright knowing he’d got the answer. They got to the last question and were currently 14 for 14. Steve stormed in interrupting them and demanding Y/N go with him. He was shouting at her saying she was an embarrassment. Dragging her away from everyone, people heard Y/N begging Steve to stop hurting her wrist. Her bruises the next day were proof that he stopped hurting her wrist and hit her elsewhere leaving her with a black eye and bruised ribs. She didn’t spend time with the rest of the Avengers for the next few days. Bucky had caught a glimpse of her and had a confrontation with Steve which ended up in more bruises for Y/N. Bucky’s heart was heavy with guilt and pain. He loved her more than anything and this was killing him. What he didn’t realise is that every tear she shed, every prayer she made was to let her out of her hell with Steve so that she could find some way of spending more time with Bucky and telling him of her feelings. With each passing day, new strike and inky bruise, she feared the day would never come…
Bucky tried to sleep, he tossed and turned in his bed. He knew that he’d promised to rest but he couldn’t get his mind off Y/N. Lying on his back, he rested his forearm over his eyes. The thin white bedsheet clung to him like a second skin as it sat over his legs and waist. He was angry at Steve. Angry at himself and angry at the drunk driver who only came away with a few scratches and a fractured finger while Y/N was in a coma, had suffered a ruptured spleen and a broken leg. He hated seeing her in pain, any kind of pain. She’d been through enough at the hands of Steve. He remembered seeing the bright smile on her face when Steve broke up with her. He was furious that Steve did it in a way to humiliate Y/N, but she just grinned at Bucky. He was trying to hide his fury at Steve. Y/N’s smile melted his heart but what disintegrated his tension were the words she whispered when he hugged her. She simply stated ‘I’m finally free’. How could he not be happy for her when she was relieved to be free from the violent clutches of Steve. It made him think of how she spent that night. Everyone was rallying around her in absolute concern.
Y/N sat on the sofa in the community lounge just flicking through a magazine as Wanda and Nat came in and sat either side of her. She looked from side to side at the women who were like Cheshire cats with the way they were grinning at her.
“You should come out with us tonight” Wanda suggested.
“Why?” Y/N asked slowly.
“After Steve’s actions, you need to get out there, show him what he’s lost out on” Wanda was trying to ensure Y/N wasn’t going to crumble, worried that Steve may have had some emotional hold on her.
“Or just have a good old-fashioned night out with the girls” Nat chimed in trying to steer the conversation away from Steve. Y/N closed the magazine and put it on her lap as she sighed.
“Nat, Wand I love you both. I really do but I’m fine. All I want is a night in, just relaxing watching a movie or something in the knowledge that everything is my choice” she explained to them. Disappointment flashed on Wanda’s face while Nat accepted Y/N’s response and patted her hands supportively to let her know they were there if she needed them. As they left Y/N to it, Bucky entered the room and joined Y/N on the sofa, he put his arm around Y/N, and she put her head on his shoulder.
“So what’s the movie choice tonight sugar-plum?” he asked.
“You can pick it, or we can watch the game tonight. It’s the Ravens versus the Falcons and you know I’m a Ravens girl” she chuckled.
“Game it is, I’ll order the pizza” he informed her. It wasn’t long before Sam and Clint joined them and were cheering the Falcons. Bucky couldn’t help but taunt Sam as he had to pay Y/N fifty dollars when the Ravens won. The conversation among the four of them drifted to cartoons and Disney, with Clint declaring how sick he was of Frozen. Likewise, Sam was fed up with Toy Story as his youngest nephew seemed to love watching it over and over. They then started talking about their first Disney film. Bucky revealed it was Snow White and he took Rebecca to see it, he was fascinated by the animation while Rebecca was in love with the story of a hero saving the day. Sam divulged that his was the Fox and the Hound and that, as a kid, he was convinced that the Owl was voiced by his auntie. Clint expressed his love for Robin Hood and proceeded to sing the theme tune that Y/N and Sam joined in with, reminiscing over the classic. Y/N then sat back and told of her first experience watching a Disney cartoon. It was Sleeping Beauty. It remained a favourite of hers because she felt that Aurora and Prince Philip had been destined to be together. He saw her when she was a baby, then met her in the woods where they sang and danced together. It was a love at first sight kind of thing and then he risked his life to rescue her. Bucky intently listened observing every little gesture she made. He felt butterflies at seeing her so free, so happy and so involved in a group chat. The dark cloud that once hung over her had been lifted and this was the true Y/N shining in front of him. He knew in that moment he would have to tell her how he felt. He didn’t just love her as a friend, he had fallen helplessly in love with her. But as fate would have it, the day he was planning to tell her was the day he received the news of her car accident…
Nat and Sam had sat by Y/N’s bed, nothing had changed. The machines beeping were like harpies screeching as they fought to take the life of their victim. Sam hated sitting there and knowing nothing could be done. He checked his phone and looked over to Nat.
“The driver has been released on bail. He is claiming that he was drinking to numb the pain of betrayal and heartache and that Y/N was driving erratically as he hit her. Andy has sent me the details of the guy” Sam spat with disgust. Nat almost twitched at the news.
“When Bucky gets here, I have something to take care of that you might want in on” she informed him.
“Does it involve dealing with this asshole?” Sam raised his phone indicating the drunk driver.
“Time for you to learn the art of creative termination Sam. Sometimes it needs to be done” her icy tone was enough to scare most people. Coupled with the look of hate in her eyes, Sam knew there was no talking her out of it. She loved Y/N like a sister and seeing Y/N in the state she was in was killing Nat.
Bucky arrived at the hospital again, he looked refreshed but felt disheartened by the lack of news regarding Y/N’s progress. He watched Nat and Sam leave and pulled the chair right up to the bed. He sat down and clutched her hand in his and began to tell her the story of Sleeping Beauty in hope that she might wake up. The doctor had told him that talking to Y/N would help because studies showed coma patients could hear people talking to them. He felt his heart lurch as there was no real response. He knew what he had to try. He had thought about it non-stop on the way to the hospital. He got up and sat next to Y/N on the bed. Holding her hand in his, he took a deep breath as he gazed down at her. Even in her fragile state, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
“Y/N, I don’t know if you can hear this. I… I… I hope you can,” he stuttered. “The day you were brought in here I… I was planning to tell you something,” he took a deep breath as he paused. “You see, ever since I’ve been back from Wakanda, you’re the only person who really goes all out to make time for me. You have spent time getting to know me and have become my best friend. I can’t and don’t want to ever imagine a life without you in it,” tears pricked the corners of his eyes at the mere thought of her no longer being around. “I remember watching you talk about Sleeping Beauty; you were so carefree I just wanted to kiss you and tell you how much I love you. And that’s the thing Y/N, I’m in love with you” the lump in his throat could be heard as he could no longer stop rogue tears from rolling down his cheeks; he sniffled and tried to wipe his tears away before continuing to speak. “The way you bite your lip when nervous, the way you softly smile and tilt your head when you’re listening to me talk after a nightmare, the way you hug me and reassure me when I’m having a panic attack, the way you kneel down and talk to children putting yourself at their level to make them feel at ease, your never-ending compassion and the time you make for all of us. It’s all those little things and more that I love. I’m sorry I didn’t do more to protect you from Steve. If you wake up and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of our lives together showing you that you are my princess and how much I love you. Just please, please wake up. I need you Y/N” his tears flowed as he bared his soul to the unconscious woman.
He leant down and placed his lips on hers in a tender chaste kiss. As he sat up, he observed her. Nothing. He knew he was being irrational hoping it would make a difference but the romantic in him had to try. That’s when he felt it – a slight twitch of her fingers. It happened again and her eyelids began to move, immediately Bucky pressed the button to call for a nurse. Rushing in, the nurse saw what was happening and called for a doctor.
He paced the floor waiting outside her room. He tried not to get his hopes up. He’d read of several cases where a patient would seemingly wake up but end up having a fit before their heart would give out. He wasn’t one for praying but he prayed that this wasn’t the case. He began to overthink it all. What if she could hear him but not being able to respond would result in a said fit and heart failure? What if he’d just killed the woman he truly loved? His mind was ruminating over the same thoughts over and over until the doctor came out.
“Sergeant Barnes” he enquired to get his attention. Bucky rushed to him instantaneously. The doctor could see all the questions and fear in Bucky’s eyes that he was struggling to manifest into words. “Y/N is awake and is asking for you. Her voice is rather weak, be patient with her. Give her some time as she is trying to make sense of things. The nurse is making her comfortable. Is there anyone I need to call?” he asked as Bucky’s face was awash with happiness.
“I… erm Wilson, Sam Wilson or Natasha Romanoff” he fumbled with his words anxious to see Y/N. The doctor nodded at him and let him into Y/N’s room.
She was propped up against the headrest. She looked weak but as she saw Bucky, her sunshine smile lit up the room. He sat next to her on the bed facing her. Their gaze was locked, and she nodded at his unspoken question as to whether she was ok.
“You’re… you’re awake” his voice almost a whisper.
“Because of you. I heard you Buck, I felt the kiss and I love you too, so much. Whenever Steve would drag me away, I just wanted to be with you. Safe in your arms. You are my everything Bucky” she croaked. He clutched her hands and kissed her knuckles before leaning towards her and kissing her with restrained passion so that he wouldn’t hurt her given her current health status.
“I love you Sleeping Beauty” he beamed, the love in his eyes just radiating.
“I love you too Prince Charming” she responded in kind as Bucky promised her that he’d make sure they have their own happily ever after.
Category:angst, smut, enemies to lovers, slow burn.
Synopsis: After Natasha Romanoff destroyed the Red Room, the Widows were set free, and peace was brought to the innocent stolen by Draykov. However, she forgot the one thing keeping the torturous organization alive… the money. This story follows one of the Widows who didn’t get her freedom, or her life back. The Scarlett Widow’s ledger gushes red in her mission to wipe every trace of the Red Room off the earth, but when Bucky Barnes and Captain America are sent to stop her bloodthirsty quest, love is the last thing she expects to find.
A/N: I have been holding onto this baby since Black Widow came out last year. I poured my whole heart into this fic. It’s significantly darker than anything I’ve written before, and each chapter will have individual warnings. It’s completed, and I will try to post a chapter every week.
I hope you enjoy! Reblogs and comments are appreciated.
Chapter 1 warnings: talk about the Red Room (forced hysterectomy, abuse, mind control), choking (not the fun kind), nightmares, violence, flirting, Bucky’s unhinged, fight between reader and Bucky, bruising, injuries, talks of death, alcohol consumption, blood, talks of past assaults to reader (unwanted groping).
18+ ONLY! BY SELECTING READ MORE YOU ARE CONFIRMING YOU ARE OF AGE!
A/N:Sorry I didn’t post it earlier i forgot it was Monday also a little bitter-sweet cause’ it’s the second to last part…I hope you like it, Feedback is always appreciated if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.
Wordcount:1551
Warnings:Angst, and fluff, I think if I missed any thing don’t be afraid to tell me.
Bucky had been keeping track of the day’s through a hole in the ceiling the building semler like death, John Walker’s body sat in front of him, decaying. Bucky looked like he was dead, he was bloody and bruised, Pierce threw a punch at his cheek with a metal thick spiky brass knuckle ring. Bucky spit out blood. “You’re not gonna get anything from me dead or alive.” He scoffed.
“I can get whatever I want once you’re dead.” Pierce said.
Bucky shook his head. “Y/n will along with my kids, and you will never find them if you kill me. Once I’m dead, officially, they go far away from New York and there will be no trace of them, my money, territory, anything goes to them.”
“Who will continue your business if you do that?” Peirce asked.
“One of my men.” Bucky smirked.
Peirce’s lips pierced.“What happens when the money runs out for your family?”
“It wont I made sure my guy’s will take care of them for a long time.” He said Pierce pulled out a gun. “Do it, you’ll just lose anyway.” Bucky said with a smirk, Pierce shot him in the leg. Bucky bit out a fuck.
You were still in horrible pain, your stomach felt like it was cramping, Banner eventually came, the guy’s were creating a plan to get Bucky back. “Mis. Y/l/n, you’re having contractions, we’ve gotta take you to the hospital.”
Your eyes went wide, Winnifred had been sitting with you and Brooklyn all morning. “Y/n you need to go.” Winnifred said to you. “I will be there soon after with Brooklyn, and your maternity bag.”
Bruce helped you into his car, then he drove to the hospital. Winnifred went up stairs grabbing your bag and knocked on the office door, all the voice’s on the other side silenced, the door opened, George looked at his wife. “I need to talk to you.” She said from across the room, George walked out. “Are you sure this place is where James is?”
“Verry why?” George asked.
“Y/n’s having contractions, and I’m sure she want’s James there at least.” Winnifred told him. “After you get him, come to the hospital.” She headed out to a car puting the bag in the trunk, and helped Brooklyn buckle up in her car seat.
Bucky taking blow after blow knowing that if he did get out of this he’d have to go to the hospital, Pierce took to cutting off limbs, starting with his left arm, he passed out from the pain.
He was back home with you and Brooklyn, the three of you watching a movie, his hand was resting on something round it was on the round curve of your pregnant stomach. He kissed the top of your head, you’d probably fall asleep halfway through.
Once at the hospital Bruce took you inside to the maternal wing of the hospital on a wheelchair, you got into a hospital gown, then you laid on a bed with a pillow under your head, Bruce hooked up a heart monitor, and other things.
The plan was that George and some men would go through the back, then Steve would go through the front with men; they drove past the building where Bucky should be, and pulled to a stop in front of the building next to it, George and the men he brought with him entered the back stethaly, the sight in front of him was bloody and gruesome. They all got lucky that it was Pierce alone.
The front door was busted open, the light of the moon piercing through the dark abandoned building. “You found us.” Pierce smirked. “It’s too bad that he’s gonna die before you can do any-”
A bullet shot him right between his eyes. “God it reeks like someone died in-oh.” Sam said as he put his gun back in his holster, he saw John’s dead body.
“Don’t just stand there get James to the hospital.” George told them they picked up Bucky and took him out to one of the cars. George got in his car and called the cops. “Hello there was a shootout at 3574 Johnstown Road. I suggest getting there fast.” Then he drove off and followed the car with Bucky. As soon as they pulled up Bucky was immediately rushed to surgery, the doctors and nurses just hoped that he would survive with the amount of blood loss.
You were exhausted, the baby still hadn’t come and the contractions were painful as all hell. “Get some sleep, we’ll start again in the morning, or if you feel that you need to start again sooner.” And with that Bruce left.
“How the hell am I supposed to sleep?” You asked yourself.
You were up reading for hours, until the sun peeked into the room.Bruce came in. “I see the nurses listened to my suggestion. I’m thinking we’ve got to induce your labour.” Bruce told you. “Yes it is normal that you can be in labor for longer, but inducing you might be what’s best.”
“Alright.” You nodded, Bruce whent to get the tools to induce the labor, he came back in and you put your feet on stirrups, and Bruce started what he needed to. Your contractions hit you at full force.
Bucky laid in the hospital room, he woke up very drowsy. He looked around confused, a small head popped up. “Brooklyn?”
“Daddy, you’re okay!” She smiled and hugged him, her face scrunched up in confusion, at why it didn’t feel right.
“Where’s mom?” He asked the four year old.
“In a different room, my brother is coming!” She started jumping with excitement.
Bucky’s face fell, he grabbed the remote that could call a doctor or nurse, and the door opened. “What’s wrong sir?” “My fiancé, um sh-she’s in labor, it’s Y/n Y/l/n, I need to be there.” He told the nurse.
“Sir you’ve gotta be on bed rest for a little while you lost a lot of blood and you’ve gotta stay in bed.” The nurse told him.
“I have got to, go and be with her while she’s in labor.” He tells the nurse, he started to sit up, Brooklyn started walking out.
“Sir I’ve got to insist you stay in bed.” The nurse said.
He glared at the nurse. “I wanna talk to the doctor, preferably Banner.”
“If you get on the bed I’ll go get Doctor Banner.” The nurse sighed.
Bucky sat on the bed, and watched as the nurse left, soon after Doctor Banner came in. “Well you’re lucky you and Y/n are my favorite patients, I’ll take you to see her, but you’ve got to stay sitting, I don’t want you to risk you passing out and hitting your head.” Bruce led Bucky and Brooklyn through the hospital to the maternity wing.
He walked into your room where you were laying bed-sweat covering your forehead- asleep, he saw the plastic bassinet, and he saw the bundle, He picked up the baby and held him. “Hi J.J.” His voice was so quiet, he sat in the chair.
Brooklyn walked up and looked at her brother. “Hello.” She said to him.
Your eyes blinked open. “Bucky? Thank god, you’re alright.”
Bucky smiled at you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here in time to help you.” He apologized.
You yawned. “It’s alright it’s not your fault, I’m just glad you’re alright.” You tell him/
“You wanna see him?” Bucky asked you he got out of the chair and Brooklyn followed him across the room, and sat on your bed at the foot, Bucky handed you J.J.
When both you and Bucky finally were released from the hospital, your small family headed back to what you called home, and life went back to what you call normal, late one night you woke up, Bucky not in his usual spot next to you, you checked on J.J. then went to Bucky’s office. “What are you doin’ up?” You asked as you walked in.
“I…no reason, just work.” He told you.
“What are you thinking about? You usually don’t even stumble on your words, you smooth talker.” You wink at him.
“It’s craze.” He said to you.
Your eyebrows furrowed. “What?”
He sighed, putting down his pen and looked up at you. “It took you having J.J. for me to realize that maybe not all as I thought, your right when you said that it’s not safe, I know that I can’t get out that’s not a choice, and for the three of you, being around me in general isn’t safe, I don’t want them to have to grow up without me around I don’t want to be that dad.”
“Then don’t be that dad, ‘break off the engagement’.” You said with quotations with your fingers. “Eventually let’s get married, wait a little longer, we can still be together-engaged- but until we get married, we can find another house, one that can be a secret-under my name- we can all be happy there, raise the kids there, and you can still do business, but no meetings there.”
Bucky smiled. “How about we go back to sleep and talk about it in the morning.”
summary: When a hydra agent finds a way to hack into FRIDAY’s system to trigger Bucky into the winter soldier, he nearly kills you. In the aftermath, he can’t begin to find a way to forgive himself. Not without your help.
pairing: bucky x reader
word count: 7,022
warnings: wintersoldier!bucky, self-hating!bucky, physical fights, lots of comfort and soft!bucky
author’s note: So this is my first time writing for bucky and naturally I go for the angst/comfort fic bc thats where my twisted soul is happiest. I’d love to hear what you thought if you read it!
Your back slammed heavy against the floor of the ring. It was the third time in as many minutes that you’d been thrown off your feet. You huffed the hair from your eyes, pursing your lips in a frown as you stared up at the man responsible for the current ache pulsing through your shoulders. Bucky shook his head, chuckling as dark hair swayed over his eyes.
“You’re getting soft, doll.”
“It’s an off day,” you grumbled. “You try sparring with a super solider the day after getting back from a month-long mission in Guatemala.”
“Excuses, excuses.”
Bucky turned his back to you as he reached for the water bottle sitting on the edge of the ring. His first mistake. You flipped onto your stomach, crawling along the mat until he stood close enough for you to swing your leg hard against the back of his knees, sending him tumbling to the floor. He let out a grunt at the impact. Hands grappled at his wrists, pushing them out to his sides and against the mat as your left leg swung over his waist to straddle him down.
He pushed up against you, but you dug your right knee into his hip bone and forced his arms back down. Bucky groaned, letting his head fall against the mat as he rolled his eyes.
“Wanna call me soft again, sweetheart?”
A bead of sweat dripped off the end of the baby hairs framing your face and fell against the floor next to Bucky’s head. He didn’t flinch, not even to tug at his wrists you kept bound against the mat. He could have escaped you easier than you’d admit with the strength of the serum running through his veins, but he stayed down. You raised an eyebrow at him, suspicious that he hadn’t tossed you off yet. A grin pulled at his lips, his eyes narrowing as they trailed over your face and down to where you sat against his waist.
“Not sure yet,” he said through a heavy breath. “Kinda like where it got me.”
Guys … Give me some fluffy comfort fics. Bucky, Loki, maybe Steve? I’ve had a shit day and need some comfort. My boyfriend broke up with me. I want cuddles and hugs and comfort.
Right after you had finished preparing his bottle, Tommy had woken up very - very - hungry, and you had given the first twin for him to hold as you walked to the latter’s crib, and the baby in his arms refused to let you pick him up after that, which meant Bucky was tasked with feeding him.
His heart was beating so fast that he didn’t even know if it was normal or possible. Half the time, he thought little Billy was going to choke on the warm milk, but whenever he tried to correct his posture, the boy just gripped the bottle and continued sucking, in a nearly infinite hunger.
When the bottle was dry and his stomach full, you stepped closer to the two with Tommy in your arms.
“Rest him over your chest and shoulder like this,” you instructed carefully, showing how you had the baby against your chest, with his head a little over your shoulder and a little cloth protecting your skin. “And give his back a few taps.”
Taps?
He was supposed to hit him on the back? How was that even wise?!
“What?” he asked.
“He needs to burp,” you pointed out. “Or he’ll be gassy. And you don’t want that baby to be gassy.”
Bucky’s eyes widened, and he fumbled with Billy, trying to be careful with him as he held him, using his metal arm to safely secure him and tapping his back with his right hand, as softly as possible.
“It’s okay,” you told him. “You can be a little firmer.”
He looked back up at you, and held his breath when you secured Tommy against you with a single arm, coving his hand with yours and showing how he was supposed to be tapping on Billy’s back.
“There you go,” you smiled.
Bucky nodded, hesitant, and released a breath when he felt the little boy burping over his shoulder.
“Oh, good,” he sighed.
When he looked up at you, however, you were staring at him with shock on your face. .
“I’ll get you a new shirt,” you told him, walking away with the little boy.
Before Bucky could ask what was wrong, he felt it. The wet goo, dripping down his metal arm, very warm.
“What is this?” he asked, wide-eyed.
“Baby puke,” you said in a confessional tone, bringing him another shirt. “I didn’t know you hadn’t been around babies before.”
Bucky exhaled, watching you put Tommy in a space that really just looked like a baby jail and walking to him, taking a fussy Billy away from his arms.
“I have,” he confessed, taking off his shirt. “But just my younger sister, Rebecca. It’s been a while.”
The little smile on your face disappeared, and he looked away. He missed Rebecca very much. The last he heard, she was already dead, but her children were alive, and it still pained him that he couldn’t have said goodbye.
Billy struggled in your arms, reaching for Bucky and whining, and he picked the little baby up again.
“It’s okay,” he rubbed the little boy’s back. “I’m here, Billy.”
You moved back to pick Tommy up, and Bucky was left staring at the brown-eyed little boy in his arms. He looked a lot like Wanda, now he was looking at him with attention. He had her eyes and her cheeks.
Bucky stopped and looked at you enchanted as he watched you tickle Tommy very gently, making soft cooing sounds and grinning excitedly when he giggled at you.
“Do you want to go out to the park?” you suggested, turning to him. “In half an hour, maybe?”
He nodded, still a little awed.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Of course.”
“Let’s just wait until a little for them to do their business,” you caressed. “Then we can change them and have a little walk.”
Fifteen minutes later, Bucky was showering after a little mishap with changing the babies, and watched as you held Billy in your arms, watching Tommy in his stroller.
“He doesn’t want to get in the pram,” you told him.
Bucky frowned, picking Billy up again.
“Pram?” he repeated.
You thought with yourself for a second.
“Stroller,” you corrected yourself.
He nodded, and held Billy gently.
“I guess he wants to be held,” he remarked.
You just smiled and pushed the wheeled little cart away, and he followed after you, still holding Billy in his arm.
It was a nice feeling, to have that kid in his arms and wanting him, wanting to be around him.
Sure, Billy and his twin brother were Wanda and Vision’s son, not his. He was just their uncle and neighbour.
But… it would be nice, right? To have his own kids, to raise his own little family with you. His own kiddo to puke a little bit of milk on his shirt after a feeding, to giggle as he tickled them, to give their first steps in his direction… It would be nice to be a father.
Once again, he looked at the brown-eyed boy in his arms, protected from the sun with a soft hat. The Maximoff twins were the children of two powerful parents and needed special treatment. It was unlikely that they were going to have an average existence. They would probably have their powers showing soon, and who could predict how extraordinary they would be.
Sure, you and Bucky had some serum that made you two stronger than usual, but this was it. Your biological children wouldn’t need an extra eye on them, they wouldn’t need to be trained or anything, no. If you two decided to adopt, then they would be like any other children.
Regardless, what they needed was a safe place, a home to grow, a place they could run and scrape their knees and elbows. They would get dirt on their clothes and a dog, and parents who would let them slip into their bed when the rain was too loud and scared them.
They would need two dads who were guaranteed to be stably at home with them, not on crazy missions across the world.
If Bucky wanted that, then he would need to retire.
Type:Fluff with some angst at the end but it’s okay.
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Bucky’s cold toes brushed up along your legs and you stirred, sleepily kicking him away as a chuckle rumbled behind you. “Baby, wake up,” Bucky whispered, and you groaned, burrowing further into your pillow when his nose began to trail along your neck. “Sweetheart.” He continued, trailing kisses along the skin of your neck up to behind your ear and further to your temple. “My love, my life.” The scruff of his two-day beard scraped along your cheek as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. “My beautiful wife.”
With heartbroken whine, you turned over in his arms, trailing your hands across his torso to pinch his side. “What is it?”
“Ow—woman,” he exclaimed, but pulled you closer to him so your head rested against his chest, “Let’s go for a drive.”
“What?!” you said, frowning as you sat up enough to look him in the eyes. He couldn’t have been serious. “You’re joking? Hon, it’s like…three in the morning,” you said after a glance to the clock on the nightstand.
“Let’s go get ice cream from that shop—what was it? Jerry’s or something?” He said with a growing smile. It was still sleep worn and quirked at the edges just a bit, but he was as awake as he could be, begging you with the softness of his easy eyes. “Please, baby?” he topped on, and it was the cherry on top of his already ridiculously cute features.
You groaned, flopping your head down on his shoulder and he chuckled, tilting his head to press a kiss to your cheek and you caved. “I’m getting two scoops and you owe me waffles in the morning, and not just plain waffles. I want it with all the fillings and such.”
Bucky smiled, already sitting up and taking you with him, “Deal.”
You begrudgingly slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of pants and a tank top while Bucky seemed to finish in a snap. By the time you met him at the door though, you were awake enough to actually be a little thrilled at the three-a.m. date Bucky was pulling. He grabbed his keys and led you to his car where you hopped in quickly to escape the ice-cold temperatures outside. Bucky clicked on the engine, and you grasped his hands in your frozen ones, taking in what heat he had to offer, and he laughed.
“Gonna do me in with those icy fingers,” he teased, but he held your hand, bringing them to his lips to blow some hot air on them as the car heated up.
“Gonna do me in with those frozen toes of yours every night,” you said, leaning halfway over the middle console towards his radiating body heat.
“Doesn’t stop you from cuddling with me.”
“It’s winter, and for everything but your toes, you are furnace,” you said, a smile quirking on your lips as he gasped playfully.
“So I’m just a heater to you?”
“Yes, I married you specificallyso that I could have something warm to snuggle with at night.”
“I’m hurt,” he said, tossing you a soft smile, “Truly hon. I thought we were so much more than that.”
“Aw,baby, it’s okay. I married you for your charming looks too.”
“So a heater and eye candy,” he said, increasing his dramatics as a laugh bubbled up his throat. “Damn, I’m really just around for your convenience.”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “I love you.”
His thumb began brushing circles into the back of your hand as he drove, smiling in the light of the headlights passing by. “I love you.”
Easy silence settled in the car till Bucky pulled into the ice cream parking lot, and you both hopped out of the car. Bucky ran up behind you and opened his jacket, swallowing you whole as you both awkwardly shuffle-ran to the shop with him pressed against your back and arms twisted along your front. The attendant at the counter smothered a smile as you stepped inside. You laughed as Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek, smiling against you as he refused to let you go as you walked to the counter.
“You’recold,” he insisted, wrapping his arms snug around you when you tried to escape. Arriving at the counter, you both ordered and paid, settling down at one of the booths. You licked at your two-scoopedcone as Bucky spooned at his sundae.
“So, what inspired this sudden escapade?” You asked, elbowing him in the side, “Dream of ice cream monsters and felt like taking revenge?”
Bucky shook his head, chuckling, “Just missed my wife.”
“Iwas in bed next to you,” you tease, but you nodded anyway.
“Yeah, well…I haven’t been able to do much with you lately,” he admitted quietly, “Our schedules have been out of whack, and we haven’t gone on an actual date in over…what? Two months now?”
You frowned a bit, licking your ice cream. “It hasbeen a while.”
Bucky nodded. “I know it’s early, I just thought it’d—”
“It’s nice, Buck,” you say before he can continue and he smiled, scrunching his nose so the corners of his eyes creased. You puckered your lips, and he laughed, leaning over to kiss you. His lips left the lingering taste of vanilla and strawberry as he pulled back. Sighing softly, he lifted his arm and tucked you in close. The night grew colder as you both finished your ice cream, and the run back to the car felt immensely colder with the ice in your bellies as well as on the roads.
Bucky yelped as your frozen fingers found his neck once the car doors closed. “Damn it—” he shouted, craning his neck to try to avoid your fingers but he only made the situation worse. You chuckled softly as you pulled away.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry,” he mocked, unbuckling his seat belt and tossing himself over the center console, “I’ll show you sorry.”
You squealed, falling back as Bucky pulled the seat lever and laid you both back. His metal hand found its way under your shirt and onto your belly, effectively freezing you as you squirmed. His barrage of kisses along your neck were interrupted by his laughter as you fought to push him away.
“Bucky—oh my goshhiittt,” you shouted, laughing as you wiggled around trying to escape his frozen hands. He paused, sitting up and looked down at you with so much love you couldn’t breathe for a second. He still had you wrapped around his finger even now. His smile was illuminated by headlights, and you only noticed too late that the car horn was getting closer. Your panicked scream hollowed out Bucky’s eyes but not as much as when the car roof caved in, and glass shattered across the two of you.
Bucky fell on you as the metal screeched and your whole body froze when Bucky let out a scream bitter and pained. It echoed in your bones as the lights went out.
The lights burned your eyes as you rolled through a hallway. They rolled you into some room and you couldn’t think straight, but when your head flopped to the side, you knew more pain in that moment than you had in your life. Bucky was rolled up next to you, but he was mangled. His face was bloody and torn, his arm looked crushed and god,his legs. A neck brace was secured around him along with straps to keep his spine in place, but what made you scream was the compressions they were pushing into his chest. They were pumping oxygen into his lungs with a bag, and damn you felt like you could hear every cracked rip when they pressed into his heart. The constant, unwavering scream from the heart monitor ripped your voice free and tore at your lungs.
Come back.
The doctors scrambled to stop you as you sat up, shoving them away as you tried to stand, falling halfway to Bucky. Only then did you notice your legs were broken. Doctors pulled back at your arms while you pushed forward to Bucky, grasping at his hand that had fallen off the side of the bed. His wedding band cold on your fingers. Come back.
“Bucky—” you screamed, and the world was black. Your throat was raw and was swollen with the knot that pressed the tears continuously down your cheeks. They landed in the soft blankets beneath you as the door to the room burst open. You choked, sobs breaking your chest as warm hands grasped your face.
“Honey, baby, it’s alright—” he whispered softly, familiarly deep, and gruff voice, raspy with sleep. Your tears blurred your vision, but you knew the voice. You knew it with every fiber of your being and the cold brush of his wedding ring on your cheek made you sob. You quickly sat up and pressed your lips to Bucky’s, the kiss breaking with another cry. Your hands ran along his face and down his chest, searching for every injury you were sure was there not two minutes ago.
Bucky wiped away the continuous streaks of tears as you grasped at him, pulling him closer. “It’s okay, sweetheart, it was a dream. It was a dream.”
