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41. (MCU) Bucky Barnes - My Sunshine

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Summary: Bucky has a terrifying nightmare. You're there to soothe him.

Warnings: PTSD, Mentions Torture & Trauma, Fluff

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

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It was silent after 11 pm in the compound. It was that time that everyone broke off into their rooms to silently finish some work or get some sleep. You sat in your room, cuddled up under a blanket watching episodes of The Jetsons. Tony had managed to get you the first two seasons on disc as a birthday present since you weren't able to watch the episodes anywhere else. Suddenly a crash could be heard from the room beside you.

After the crash came a deep scream that sent a chill down your spine. Steve had told you about Bucky and his nightmares but you had never heard one this bad. You pushed the blanket off your legs and slid off the bed, heading for the door. You quietly opened your door and headed down the hallway, stopping at the door to Bucky's room.

"Bucky? Are you okay?" You ask gently above a whisper, tapping your knuckles softly against the door. You hear a shuffle on the other side of the door and a slight whimper was heard. "Bucky? Can I come in?" You ask again. With no reply afterwards, you turn the knob only to be surprised that it's unlocked. "Bucky, I'm coming in" You whisper while entering the room, closing the door behind you.

You slowly approach Bucky's bed only to find the bed empty and neatly made. You furrow your eyebrows at the sight. You're sure that you heard the sounds coming from in the room. You look around the dark bedroom, the soft blue light peeking in through the window allowing you to see the silhouette of your surroundings. You jump at the sight of Bucky curled up in the corner of his dark bedroom.

He was shirtless but wrapped in a thin grey blanket, his skin was coated in a sheet of sweat and his dark hair was ruffled. His eyes were closed tightly as he leaned against the corner of the room, shivering in fear. "Bucky?" You ask, a little louder than the previous times.

He quickly jolts awake and pushes himself back against the wall. He looks at you frantically and confused. He tries to speak but finds himself stumbling over his words and unable to form a single word, let alone a sentence. "I'm sorry for letting myself in" You apologize while slowly approaching him.

"The door was open and I heard a scream..." you continue as he pants and studies you as you approach. "I was worried" you add, slowly lowering your voice. He nods to let you know that he heard you and looks immediately at the ground in front of him.

You kneel beside him and study his face. His under eyes are darkened, his lips and cheeks are rosy, his eyebrows are furrowed and his breath is staggered. "Do you wanna talk about it?" You ask gently, not wanting to speak too loudly and frighten him. He looks around the room, finally landing on your eyes and settling.

His hands were clenched into tight fists and his knuckles were white. "Bucky... it's okay" you whisper before placing your hand on top of his clenched fist. "You can relax..." you whisper again. He looks down at your hand on top of his and sighs. "I won't let anything hurt you" you finish. The comforting phrase caught him off guard, and he didn't know how to react.

Bucky never talked about his nightmares. It didn't matter who you were, his nightmares were always kept to himself. Even though Bucky was a very closed-off person, it was no secret to everyone in the compound that he was having nightmares. The screams were so loud they could be heard throughout most of the building. It wasn't often that someone came to check on him.