Avengers Imagines Book

Night Time Terrors

A request! Made by leahskywalker05 so thank you very much :) I hope I did it justice!

You didn't have an extremely hard life. Sure, you knew Avengers and were related to one, but that didn't give you the same hardships as the ones they had. They were superheroes with angsty backgrounds and actually PTSD. So you never really approached anyone about your problem.

Definitely not your dad. Despite what the media circus likes to promote, your dad was an excellent one. Tony Stark wasn't expecting to be a father (at least, not for a very long time), but he did a damn good job at it.

The reason you didn't want to talk to him was because, again, he had real things to freak him out. He had real life anxiety and PTSD that caused him issues at night.

Makes sense if you consider everything he's been through and all he has to lose.

Something, however, no one really thinks about, is what you have to lose. Your life might not be at the top of the list, but the life of people you call your family is number one.

Being Tony Stark's daughter led you to meet all his teammates, his "coworkers" if you will. They all became so much more than that, though, and you started to call them Uncles and Aunts.

One became something more. You knew everyone was hesitant when it came to you meeting the recently rehabilitated Winter Soldier. Bucky Barnes. Uncle Steve told you all about him before you met him. He sounded like a great guy.

Auntie Nat and your dad still reminded you that he was dangerous. In typical fashion, you rolled your eyes and ignored them. And thankfully you did because man did the two of you hit it off.

Now, nearly six months after your first meeting, nobody on the team knew of your relationship with him. Which is why he never slept in your room or you in his. Which is something you were currently deeply regretting.

The world was too dark around you, flashes of the pale, unmoving faces of your family flashing through your mind. You were awake, but this wasn't the kind of nightmare you could just leave behind.

You were always scared you'd lose someone, most of all your dad. Nowadays your boyfriend soared up there with him on the 'Most Scared to Lose' list. This wasn't the first time you had a nightmare about it.

But there was something about this one you just couldn't shake. You had no idea what to do to calm down.

"Ms. Stark, your heart rate is increasing at a worrying rate," FRIDAY spoke softly from the ceiling. You feel it wanting to leap from your chest, and your hands wouldn't stop their shaking either.

"I... uh... where's my... my..." You couldn't manage an entire sentence, barely a word. They all felt heavy and wrong coming from your mouth.

Luckily, your hands were working just fine. You used them to search around until you felt your phone on the nightstand. Bringing it up in front of your face, the screen nearly blinded you. You squinted and managed to find the things you wanted.

It took a couple rings before a groggy voice filled your ears. "Hello..?"

"B-Bucky..." you stumbled out, still unable to get yourself back into a calm state.

"I'll be right there." The line was dead. Barely two minutes later, a soft knock came at your door, and it carefully swung open.

You hadn't even moved from your position. Your knees were tucked up to your chest, phone sitting against the side of your head, eyes wide and watching in front of you as the images from your nightmare plagued you.

"Doll?" The soft voice got you to move, your head turning to look at your boyfriend. His arm reflected some of the moonlight coming through the windows in your room, showing he decided not to wear a shirt.

You opened your mouth to speak but a sob came out instead. In an instant Bucky was by your side, door closed behind him. Bucky wrapped his arms around you and you cuddled into him without question. It was like second nature to you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, his quiet voice barely audible over your cries.

You shook your head. "No- not yet," you stuttered out. He just nodded and continued to hold you.

After some time, the two of you had neon from uncomfortably sitting in a strange ball to cuddled up under your covers, your back against his chest. "How about now?" Bucky asked. Your crying had stopped some time ago.

Starting with a sniff, you decided to get into your nightmare. "It's nothing new... I'm always scared I'm gonna lose you or my dad. I've had dreams about it before. But this one... there was something about it that felt so much more real."

Bucky didn't say a word as you talked, just kept up rubbing your arm to keep giving you comfort. "I've always been scared to lose either of you but I don't like saying anything. I mean, you already have so much to worry about. I don't want to add my dumb fears to your plate."

He lightly shook his head. "Come on, Doll, your fears aren't dumb. They're realistic. And I'm sorry they have to be. But I promise that me, your dad, and everybody else- we all try our best to make it back home. I always have you on my mind during a mission."

"But I don't want that to distract you or cause you to not complete a mission just because you might get hurt and worry me," you said, a sigh punctuating the sentence.

You rolled over and faced Bucky and he adjust so he was still holding you. "Sweetheart, no matter what, I will always worry about you, too. Just like you can't help but worry about me. And I know it's the same for your dad."

The two of you sat in silence as you mulled over his words and carved them into your head. He was right. He was a lot of the time. It was something you truly loved about him: he was really great at thinking things through in times where you just couldn't.

"Thank you, Bucky." You snuggled closer into his chest.

"Anything for you, Doll."

~Fin~

A/n: I loved writing this request!! I'm a lover of fluff and so this was really great to write. I am also trying to be more okay with not having to write over 2,000 words for an imagine. Sometimes shorter is better, or even perfect for the prompt! Trying to lengthen it out becomes too unnecessary.

I'm so excited, though, because my finals are starting soon, which means I'll be home for the summer soon! I want do, like, 100 things this summer but I'm definitely going to keep writing towards the top. Right after work, of course.

As always, please leave your thoughts in the form of votes or comments! And my DMs are open for requests!

Bye Lovelies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!