Nightmares: A Bucky Barnes Love Story

3-Nightmare

The soft light of morning crept through the windows of Y/N's room, gently rousing her from sleep. Stretching lazily, she pushed herself up from the bed, feeling a renewed sense of energy coursing through her veins. It was another day at the Avengers Tower, and Y/N was eager to see what adventures awaited her.

As she made her way through the corridors of the tower, Y/N spotted Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, emerging from the gym. Natasha's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint as she approached Y/N, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Natasha greeted, her voice tinged with amusement. "Care to join me for some friendly sparring and training in the gym?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect of training with Natasha. "Absolutely," she replied eagerly, falling into step beside her. "I could use a good workout."

Several hours later, Y/N found herself calling for a timeout, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Discovering her powers had been exhilarating, but using them in combat was a whole other level of exhaustion.

Natasha nodded in understanding, her own breathing slightly labored from the intense training session. "Take a breather, Y/N," she encouraged, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement. "You're doing great."

As Y/N leaned against the gym wall, trying to regain her strength, she was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Tony Stark and Bucky Barnes, both clad in workout gear and ready for action.

Natasha exchanged a knowing glance with Y/N before excusing herself, leaving the two of them to continue their training. But instead of leaving, Y/N decided to stick around, curious to see what she could learn from Tony and Bucky.

For hours, she watched in awe as Tony and Bucky sparred, their movements fluid and precise. She studied their techniques, their strategies, committing every detail to memory as she sought to improve her own skills.

But as the hours stretched on, Y/N couldn't help but feel a growing sense of admiration for Bucky Barnes. There was something mesmerizing about the way he moved, the strength and precision of his every action.

And when he finally removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled muscles and the gleaming metal of his arm, Y/N couldn't tear her eyes away. She felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks as she watched him, her heart pounding in her chest.

But before she could dwell on her thoughts any longer Tony left saying his farewells to both of you. A mischievous idea popped into her head. With a playful grin, she snuck up behind Bucky, wrapping her arms around his neck in a mock chokehold.

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise as he stumbled backwards, caught off guard by Y/N's sudden attack. But instead of retaliating, he chuckled softly, his laughter echoing through the gym as he turned to face her.

"You're getting bold, Y/N," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow at her. "But let's see if you can back it up."

And with that, they began to spar, their movements fluid and effortless as they danced around each other in the ring. Y/N felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins as she fought against Bucky, their laughter mingling with the sound of their footsteps on the gym floor.

But then, in a sudden twist of fate, Bucky managed to land on top of Y/N, pinning her to the ground beneath him. Their eyes locked, a charged silence filling the air as they lay there, caught in the moment.

And in that moment, something shifted between them, a palpable tension hanging in the air as they gazed into each other's eyes. Y/N's heart raced in her chest as she felt the warmth of Bucky's body pressed against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the quiet of the gym.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they lay there, lost in each other's gaze. And as Bucky leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation building in the pit of her stomach.

But before anything more could happen, the sound of Steve's voice broke the spell, shattering the moment like glass. With a reluctant sigh, Bucky reluctantly pulled away, helping Y/N to her feet as they both turned to face their unexpected visitor.

And as they resumed their training, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between her and Bucky, something that went beyond words or actions. And as they sparred and laughed together, she knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together, a journey filled with endless possibilities and untold adventures.

The air in Y/N's room was thick with tension as she jolted awake to the sound of screaming echoing through the corridors of the Avengers Tower. Panic gripped her heart as she scrambled out of bed, her instincts urging her to find the source of the disturbance.

Running down the hall, Y/N followed the anguished cries, her heart pounding in her chest with each step. And then, amidst the chaos, she spotted it - a dark blue door at the end of the hallway, its surface illuminated by the flickering light of the hallway sconces.

Without hesitation, Y/N rushed towards the door, her hands trembling as she tried to turn the handle. But it was locked, the door refusing to budge against her desperate efforts. The screaming grew louder, more frantic, and Y/N's heart clenched in terror as she recognized the voice.

It was Bucky.

With adrenaline coursing through her veins, Y/N put her hands out in front of her, focusing all her energy on the door. The air crackled with electricity as she poured every ounce of her power into the task at hand, the door and walls shaking violently as if protesting against her intrusion.

And then, with a deafening crash, the door flew off its hinges, landing with a resounding thud on the floor. Without a moment's hesitation, Y/N rushed into the room, her eyes scanning the dimly lit space until they landed on Bucky, lying in bed covered in sweat from head to toe, his screams filling the room.

Panic clawed at Y/N's throat as she approached him, her hands trembling as she reached out to touch his trembling form. But before she could react, Bucky's eyes shot open, wild with fear and confusion, his voice choked with terror as he screamed in Russian.

Instinct took over as Y/N's hand flew through the air, connecting with Bucky's cheek in a sharp slap. His grip tightened around her throat, pinning her to the bed with a strength that was both terrifying and unfamiliar.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she stared up at him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she struggled to speak. "Bucky, please," she whispered, tears streaming down her face as she met his gaze, pleading for him to hear her.

But there was no recognition in his eyes, no trace of the man she knew and trusted. Instead, there was only darkness, a shadow looming over him like a specter from his past. Y/N could feel the cold metal of his hand pressing against her throat, threatening to crush the life from her.

And then, in a moment of clarity, she saw it - a flicker of recognition, a glimmer of humanity buried deep within the depths of his eyes. With every fiber of her being, Y/N reached out to him, pouring her love and compassion into the void that threatened to consume him.

"Bucky, please," she begged, her voice barely above a whisper as she fought against the grip of his metal hand. "You're hurting me."

For a fleeting moment, the tension in the room hung heavy in the air, the silence broken only by the sound of their ragged breathing. And then, as if awakening from a nightmare, Bucky's grip loosened, his eyes widening in horror as he realized what he had done.

With a strangled cry, he released his hold on Y/N, recoiling as if burned by her touch. Tears streamed down his face as he stumbled backwards, his hands shaking with remorse and guilt.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he looked at Y/N with haunted eyes. "I don't know what came over me."

Y/N reached out to him, her heart aching with compassion as she pulled him into her arms. "It's okay, Bucky," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing as she held him close. "You're safe with me, please don't cry."

Y/N continued holding on to Bucky running her hands up and down his sweaty back. She didn't know what else to do to help him calm down she can feel the tears coming from his eyes hitting her shoulder. She begins to sing and he fell asleep in her arms.