MARVEL IMAGINES

BUCKY BARNES • Nightmares

Nightmares weren't uncommon in your life. Whenever you fell asleep, you dreamt... and at least twice a week a nightmare would slip it's way in. First, they started small, mild. Sure, they were scary, but not enough to wake you up panting and sweating. For months, the dreams would become more terrifying and morbid every night, making you jolt awake, screaming incoherently into your pillow. You tried to be as quiet and strong as you could, but sometimes it got the best of you. This was one of those times.

You ran a hand shakily through your hair, feeling the sweat drip from your forehead. The dream was the worst one you have ever dealt with, leaving you shaken and empty. You wiped the tears periodically off your face, not wanting to cry at something that wasn't real. You even went as far as opening your bedroom door, shivering as your feet met the coldness of the floor. You walked down the hall and into the lounge area, sitting on the couch. You needed a change of scenery, somewhere where you can't be reminded of the terrors you've been experiencing your dreams. At this point, you let the tears run down your face, not wanting to fight them anymore.

"Y/N?" A voice said suddenly from behind you, making you turn slowly to them. Before you, stood Bucky, wiping his eyes tiredly. It took a few seconds for him to see the tears on your face, but when he did, he immediately came down next to you. "What's wrong?" He asked, grabbing the blanket from next to him and draping it over the both of your bodies. You wiped the tears away again, staring into your lap.

"Bad dream" you mumbled, not meeting his eyes. You felt a cool hand go under your chin, lifting your head up to face him.

"Hey," he comforted, "tell me." You began to recount the events in your dream one weary step at a time, as if it was going to suddenly come to life. You were scared. Nervous.

When you finished, Bucky said nothing, wrapping an arm around you. You snuggled as close to him as you could, putting your legs over his lap. His other hand came to your knee, rubbing small circles. The two of you fell asleep in that position, making for an awkward awakening by Steve and the others in the morning.

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WRITTEN BY ELLE
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