Nightmares: A Bucky Barnes Love Story

*Cold

Y/N stirred in her sleep, the cold seeping into her bones despite the warmth of her blankets. With a groan, she reluctantly opened her eyes, shivering as she realized just how bitterly cold it was in her room. Wrapping her blanket tightly around her body, she pushed herself out of bed, determined to find the source of the chill.

Padding barefoot through the dimly lit corridors of the ship, Y/N searched for the thermostat, her teeth chattering with every step. But as she rounded a corner, she stumbled upon a door that caught her attention—the door to Bucky's room.

Curiosity piqued, Y/N approached the door, intending to ask Bucky if he knew how to adjust the temperature controls. But before she could knock, she froze, her heart pounding in her chest as she heard muffled sounds coming from the other side.

"Fuck, Y/N, don't stop, that feels so good," came Bucky's voice, sending a shiver down her spine. Her mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she realized the implications of what she had just heard. Was Bucky... was he...?

Before she could dwell on her thoughts any further, she heard movement from within the room, the sound of someone scrambling to zip up their pants and straighten their bed. Panic surged through Y/N as she realized she had been caught eavesdropping.

Quickly, she knocked on the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for a response. Moments later, Bucky opened the door, his expression a mixture of surprise and concern as he took in Y/N's flushed cheeks and disheveled appearance.

"Y/N, is everything okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine concern.

Y/N cleared her throat, trying to mask her embarrassment as she met Bucky's gaze. "I was just... looking for the thermostat," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's freezing in my room."

Bucky's brow furrowed in confusion, but he quickly shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "Well, it's pretty warm in here," he remarked, gesturing to the cozy interior of his room. "Do you want to... sleep with me tonight?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at Bucky's offer, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she struggled to find the right words. But in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Bucky's presence, she couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and security that she had never known before.

With a shy smile, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper as she replied, "I'd like that, Bucky." Finding her way to his bed she noticed a small pile of tissues on the floor. Her suspicions were correct. Giggling to herself she dropped her blanket to the ground forgetting she was only in her bra and panties. Regardless of her appearance she curled into bed seeking the warmth her room denied her. Feeling the bed slump on the other side she turned over to look at Bucky. Smiling to herself she felt a sense of reassurance, safety and affection beaming from him.

Without hesitating, Bucky reached over and brushed a strand of hair from Y/N's face, tucking it gracefully behind her ear. She smiled at this kind gesture, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the simple yet intimate touch.

"Can I ask you something?" Y/N asked, her voice soft and hesitant.

Bucky nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes. "Of course, anything," he replied, his tone gentle and reassuring.

Y/N took a deep breath, her fingers fidgeting nervously as she spoke. "Do you think we'll be safe up here by ourselves?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty. It was her first time in space, and despite her bravery, the vastness of the unknown filled her with a sense of apprehension.

Bucky's heart ached at the hint of fear in Y/N's voice, realizing that she must be feeling overwhelmed by the magnitude of their mission. But as an Avenger, he knew that he couldn't let her doubts overshadow their purpose.