Marvel imagines pt.4

The legacy pt. 12 🌿 TFATWS (SPOILERS)

Song: Maroon 5 - daylight.

THIS IS A HEAVY CHAPTER GUYS! SO YOURE WARNED.

Also the gif has nothing to do with this chapter but it looks like the readers power so I just put it up there.

'Steve?' Your head lifts up.

Your shoulders burn so much from that movement alone, the chains rattle against the metal wrapped around your wrists.

'What are you doing here?' You slur, having trouble focussing in on his face. You can see the colours though, red and blue, the cap on his head.

'Y/n...'  his firm voice bounces off the grey cement walls.

Why is he being so harsh on you all of the sudden? He wasn't angry with you before he left so why would he be angry now?

'I'm very disappointed in you... you let yourself get captured.. let them do this to you... when all you have to do is jank up the power switch and you'll be free...'

'You don't understand... they're trying to make me the bad guy...'

'You are the bad guy... come on Y/n... you can admit that...'

'No... I promised Bucky I wouldn't hurt anybody anymore...'

'What makes you think he would want you... so pathetic while he is a super soldier.. why would he want someone that is so messed up?.. so broken...'

'Steve...'  you croak out.

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You startle awake, Bucky still sleeping soundly next to you. 'Fuck..' you sigh as you run a hand through your damp hair.

You've been having more intense nightmares, they're not even about your past anymore. You made peace with that aspect of your life. As for the events in the past few months? Not so much.

Everything around you is so loud, the people are thinking too much and too loud, you're nauseous, you blame that on the many injuries, you can't be... no you can't... 

You felt it though, a flutter, something is there, which is almost impossible since... there it is again!

You gasp as your hand shoots up to caress your belly. The feeling is gone as quickly as it came, maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you... that would make sense after the week you've had.. right?

Bucky twists and turns beside you, fuzzing like a baby before he calms down again. You sigh as you lay back against the mattress, hand still on the belly.

You turn to look at him, as your eyes move over his face, you can feel yourself zoning out, you're aware you're doing it, but you don't care. Sleep isn't an option anymore.

You wonder what he's dreaming about now, it's not a nightmare, it's too quiet in his mind for that. You sometimes use the quiet he has when there's a night here he doesn't have nightmares, it's not often though. But you use the quiet to bring some peace in your own mind.

'You're staring...' Bucky's groggy voice pulls you back from the zoning out. He still has his eyes closed, but he's awake for as far as you can tell. 'Says the guy with the staring problem...'

'That's according to Sam doll, and we both know we don't believe a word he says...'

'Even at 3 am You're bashing him...' you chuckle.