Hard to Love (Bucky Barnes fanfic)

Chapter 62

"Agent Hayes, correct?" Strange responds, now sounding a bit more awake

"Uh, just call me Amelia. Sorry to call at such a late time." I bite my lip anxiously, glancing to Bucky who looks even more lost than before

"Yes well, I hope it's important."

"It is! Uhm- well- not really sure how to start this actually." I fumble for the right words

I'm not sure how much of the situation Strange knows of, probably all of it since he's the sorcerer supreme or whatever. But still

"From the beginning would be ideal." He almost sounded annoyed, like he does whenever he talks with Tony

With a sigh, I comb a hand through my hair. "Listen, I was just hoping you could get in contact with Thor for us. He's needed urgently."

There's a short pause on the other end, making me think he's hung up or walked away from the phone

"This is about the Stone isn't it?" Strange asks

"How did you— never mind. Yes, it's about the Stone. I have a general idea on where the last piece is and need Thor to bring the rock to complete the transfer."

Strange gruffly hums in response. "I'll pass on the message."

"Thank you.." I barely get the words out before he hangs up

I sigh, dropping my phone onto the disheveled duvet. Needing a breather before calling Tony and explaining the situation. I was relieved of course, this whole Power Stone bullshit was coming to an end but holy shit am I freaking out

"So I gathered a majority of what's happening," Bucky starts, dipping his head to be more eye-level with me. "But what did you see just now, in your sleep?" His brows slightly tug together

I lean back against the bedroom wall, since we didn't have a headboard, and mindlessly rub at the spot on my head where the machine clamped onto. It's like I could still feel it there, still hear the zapping and clicking of the voltage

"They uh.. they were wiping her.." I look to my knees. "And I couldn't do anything except sit there and live it with her." I state with a sorrowful shrug

Bucky sighs with a nod, knowing full well what that's like. Most of his night terrors are similar, making him jolt awake screaming in agony and mind racing with paranoia

Bucky tenderly grazes his knuckles over my shins, "anything I can do?" He asks, deep voice in a soft tone. The corners of my lips curl slightly. He wants to know if I'd prefer being alone or have company

"Stay with me, please."

He nods, shifting back to his side of the bed and laying down. Bucky motions for me to lay with him, so I do. Turning onto my side and wiggling into place, I press my back to his chest. Bucky places his metal hand on my waist, drawing small circles with his thumb while we both position ourselves so we're comfortable

"Which side of your head was it..?" Bucky half whispers

Without questioning why he wanted to know, I reach up and graze my fingers along my scalp just above my ear. The lingering feeling of the device still haunting me. Bucky lifts himself up onto his elbow and peers down at me, bringing his bionic hand up to my face

He gently grabs my chin and turns my head to look at him over my shoulder. I give him a questionable hum but he doesn't respond. Eyes half closed and looking at my head. Before I could ask what he was doing, he leaned in and pressed his lips to where I had pointed to a moment ago

Placing kisses all along the patch where the damned machine was in my dream. Bucky kissed every inch of the area, occasionally going a bit too far back on my head but I'm not complaining. It was soothing and actually started to make me giggle