Your eyes shot open, your body damp with sweat. You glanced over at the clock, the bright red numbers reading it was 2:30 am. You sighed, running a hand over your face. This was third time this week that a nightmare had woken you in the wee hours of the morning.
You sat up, throwing your messy hair into a bun and quickly changing into a clean t-shirt. Your hands were still shaky from the memories of the nightmares that still lingered in your mind. You shook your head and made your way out of your room and into the kitchen.
As you reached for a glass from the cabinet, you noticed a faint humming from the living area. Your brow furrowed as you tried to think of who else could be up at this hour. You padded over to the room to see the soft glow of the TV.
Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs played on screen, but what surprised you the most was that Bucky was the one watching...and singing along.
You leaned against the wall, a smirk on your face. His voice was quiet, but you could hear it clear as day. It was deep and melodic and something you never would have imagined coming from him.
"I didn't realize you had quite the voice, Barnes," you spoke softly, causing him to jump in surprise, frantically trying to find the remote and pause the movie. You laughed gently and made your way over to him and sitting down. He stared at you with wide eyes. "I see you can't sleep either?" He nodded, a wary look still in his eyes. "Do you mind if i watch with you?"
"No, it's okay...as long as I can still sing along," a smile creeping upon his face. You grinned back and got comfortable on the couch. Bucky pushed play and leaned back, draping a blanket across his and your laps.
You both watched the movie in silence. He stole occasional glances at you, wondering why you were still sitting with him, watching some silly kids movie. He had always liked you, You were kind to him from the moment he arrived and welcomed him with open arms. You were there when he needed you, and at the same time you knew when he needed space.
He stretched his arms, resting one on the couch behind you. Back in the 40s, it was a pretty slick move, but right now, he wasn't sure. You smiled, and leaned into his body, resting your head on his shoulder. Bucky smiled softly, wrapping his arm around you.
"Why Snow White?" you asked softly, your eyes remaining on the scene in front of you.
"I took my sister to see it when it first came out. You should've seen the look on her face. She was so excited," he smiled at the memory, "It was something so different during that time. If i every have..have a bad nightmare, watching this helps me calm down..bring me back to the present," he explained.
"I bet you were the best big brother Bucky," you whispered, looking up at him. He scoffed,
"Yeah, not really."
Your eyes met his, the movie reflecting on his beautiful blues. He brought his hand up, running his thumb over your cheek bone.
"I didn't realize your eyes were Y/E/C, Y/N," he murmured quietly, the movie becoming a dull background sound. He leaned in, closing the space between you, his lips meeting yours.
It was short and sweet and perfect. You pulled away, resting your forehead against his, a smile spreading across both of your faces.
"I liked that," you breathed out.
"Me too," you curled against his side and turned back to the movie. He tightly his grip around you, resting his head on top of yours. He sang along quietly to the songs, singing them gently in your ear.
By the end of the movie, you had fallen asleep, you arms wrapped around the Soldiers torso. He gently pick up you up and you instantly nuzzled into his chest. He smiled and began humming Someday My Prince Will Come.
He walked down the hall and to your room, setting you carefully in the bed. He placed a kiss on your forehead and began to leave the room. Your hand latched onto his wrist,
"Don't go," you mumbled, your eyes still shut. Bucky grinned and laid down beside you, and for once, not dreading to go to sleep.
