BuckyBarnes//Purity

Chapter 12/:/спасибо, что приняли мою тупицу

Quick ragged breaths were drawn out of his mouth.

Crazed, wild eyes raced around the room surveying everything that was in sight next to all the darkness, but he was used to the darkness.

Metal clashing quickly but, lightly with flesh, as he ran both hands through his thick but short brown hair.

Growling a bit, and grunting with the discomfort of, A being hot and sweaty and, B the images that were flashing through his brain and his eyes at a rapid speed.

Immediately missing the comfort of being snuggled up against the redhead on his right, the brunette huffed and tried his very best to settle back next to her, realizing he was failing due to the heavy breaths still coming out of his mouth and the squirming around.

Sitting up and throwing his long legs over the edge of the bed Bucky softly padded to the bathroom pulling the little white door open to step inside, not seeing the ginger cracking her eyes open to see what was going on at one in the morning.

Bucky dragged his cold yet, sweaty hands down his face peering at the stubble becoming more noticeable every single day. Roughly trailing his flesh hand across his sharp jawline the man observed every little cut and crease in his face something he'd never really looked at until now. It all seemed so foreign to him, he had never really been that critical over how he looked however times have changed by at least sixty years, so what do you expect really. Small scars were etched into his face, they were tiny but, didn't go unnoticed if you really looked. He hated it, he hated how a lot of those scars had been left, not from the war but, hydra. It drove him insane. Something bigger had been nagging him though, Freya. She always acted like everything was ok, that she had no worries in the world and her biggest concern was his well being. He had opened up to her, trusted her. The past few weeks though, they've been rough, and it's clear she's not ok. For gods sake she won't talk about it, she won't trust him and open up, and Bucky felt awful, he felt just horrible that for months and months she'd been taking care of him and helping him but, as soon as shit starts to come back to her, her first go to is to suppress it and keep it to herself? He was livid, god he was so angry because, he felt helpless and clueless, he had no idea how to help her so, he threw water on his face as hard as he could and wiped it off with a grey towel, stalking back to their bed and shutting off the little light.

Bucky stopped when he saw Freya sitting up and cocking her head to the left, her arms wrapped around her knees, holding herself the slightest.

"Nightmare?" She mumbled with a small, knowing smile.

Bucky only nodded sitting on the far side of the bed facing her, one leg tucked under himself, the other sprawled out.

Freya regained her posture looking back at him and speaking again. "I get those a lot too. Wanna talk about it, I'm sure you'll feel better?"

Bucky pondered for a minute, a smug look on his face as he came to a decision that would likely piss her off.

"Yeah, I'll talk about it. Only if you talk to me though, about what you're going through."

Freya looked away, biting her lip and playing with her hands, something she seems to do a lot when nervous.

The fair skinned girl let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding in, nodding her head as an okay, seemingly satisfying Bucky a lot.

"You first babe, lets here about your shit show before I tell you about mine."

Bucky grinned laughing after she said that making the two smile at each other when eye contact was regained. His smile soon disappeared when he opened his mouth to talk about everything.