innocent

my answer

Waking up early wasn't something Bucky Barnes liked. Especially with a 9 year old slightly jumping on top of him.

His head was dug into his pillow as a little girl laid on his back, trying to get him awake. Unfortunately for her, Bucky Barnes needed his rest. Going to bed late, and waking up in the midst of the night wasn't a nice feeling. If anything, he'd be miserable for the rest of the day.

Bucky groaned as she repeated his name over and over again. She desperately tried to wake him up as he laid there, half asleep half awake.

"Bucky! Bucky! Bucky! Bucky!" Cecelia said as she tapped his shoulder. Bucky groaned into the pillow, it came out muffled. She lightly pulled at his hair as he laid there.

"To early." He said as he turned his face to look at their half broken analog clock. Sometimes it would just randomly went off, and the red lights were fading.

6.47

They got it off the street, just like their couch, TV, and pretty much everything. You wouldn't know how much stuff gets thrown out in Bucharest. They could just take it, and that's how their house was.

Bucky turned onto his back, Cecelia rolling off of him so he wouldn't lay on her. She went onto a pillow next to him and he laid there, rubbing his eyes.

"Get up!" She said and he shook his head, turning onto his side.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart." He grumbled as he wrapped his arm around her. She sighed as he held her in. Getting her to try to go to sleep again.

"I'm not tired." She said as he planted a kiss on the back of her head. He pulled the covers over both of them, and Cecelia curled into him more. "Why do we have to go back to sleep?" She asked, Bucky sighed as he felt her body turn.

"Because." He said, in a slight whisper. She looked up at him, her chin hitting his chest. Because was certainly not a good enough answer for Cecelia Barnes.

"Because isn't an answer." She said, seeing his closed eyes. He did truly want to go to bed.

"Because is my answer." He said, she sighed. A small yawn came out of her and he rubbed a circle around her back.

2 more hours passed, and it was 8:53. The clock had started to go off, and Cecelia had wiped her eyes. Bucky smirked as he looked down at her.

"Weren't tired, huh?" He asked, his voice slightly raspy since it was the morning. She looked up at him, her eyes slowly opening.

"Not funny." She said as she pulled the covers up. Bucky smiled as he slightly stretched. He took the covers off of himself and slowly got up. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, his head on his hand as he heard light snores coming from Cecelia.

After a quick moment, he stood up. He walked up next to her, pulling the covers up a bit more in her. His hand smoothened her hair out as she slept peacefully.

If anyone laid a finger on her, they'd be dead. If one hair on her head was touched, they'd be dead. He hated when people hurt his little girl, it angered him. It made him enraged.

If someone touched that beautiful little girl, placed more harm on her, he could blow a fuse. Cecelia was already hurt enough as is, and he didn't want her to be hurt anymore. He couldn't handle it, and she sure as hell couldn't either.

She'd gone through more than anyone he knew. Having losing everyone but him. She placed all of her trust and Bucky, and he would've felt horribly if he ever broke that trust. He wouldn't be able to live with himself. He can't live without Cecelia, it's be practically impossible.