Bucky Barnes Imagines

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Request: Yo can u hook your girl up with a cute lil Bucky Barnes fluff where he has PTSD and drawing on the fem!readers arm always calms him down so she keeps pens with her and sometimes during missions they have to go to the car to chill a little bit and OH I WOULD CRY OKAY ILY BYE

A/N: I don't think I've ever finished with a request this fast... I hope you don't mind I changed car into a quinjet! I hope this imagine reached your expectations. Hope you'll like it.

ALSO, again, if you have any requests, please send them my way. I'm still going to post the next part for Super Mom next weekend. (I'm trying to post at least one imagine every weekend.)

+++ There's a question for you after this imagine, not related to this imagines book in the slightest but just something that I've been thinking about and I want to know if people are interested.

Warning(s): PTSD, just a lot of Bucky being cute

PTSD, post-traumatic stress disorder, was something that Bucky had been struggling with for a long time. He had tried to find ways to deal with it but nothing had really worked until one day.

Bucky was triggered during a mission and you rushed him back to the quinjet, sat him down and tried to calm him down but nothing was working.

You remembered how Bucky kept a diary about his nightmares and memories. You began to search for a pen and some paper but you could not find the latter from anywhere.

You sighed in frustration and picked up a pen, making your way back to Bucky. You handed him the pen and he looked at you in confusion. "I know writing down stuff makes it easier for you to deal with but I didn't find paper so you can write on the walls for all I care but—"

You got cut off when Bucky grabbed your arm, ripping off the sleeve of your jacket and he brought the pen to your skin, starting to draw and write something.

You sat there, looking at your arm with wide eyes as you realized he had just made your arm his canvas. "Okay, I guess that works too." You mumbled and tried to ignore the slight ticklish feeling that he caused you by drawing on your skin.

"You guys okay out there?" You asked, holding your hand over your ear, expecting someone to answer you.

"Yeah, everything's okay." You heard Sam's voice from the comm. "How is he?" He asked, referring to Bucky.

You looked to your side, seeing him deep in thought as he continued to draw on your skin. You smiled and brought your hand up to his forehead, making his frown disappear as he looked up at you. As he saw you just smiling at him, he went back to drawing, losing the frown completely.

"He's good," you answered. "Relaxed."

"That was fast."

"Yeah," You let out a quiet sigh, "Sure was." You whispered, surprised how quickly he calmed down.

***

From that day on, drawing on your arm became a regular PTSD coping mechanism for Bucky. Whenever he felt stressed or anxious, whenever his PTSD kicked in, he came to you and drew on your arm.