15.| ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ [2]

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    .Chapter Fifteen.
   [15]. Wound After Wound.
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IT WOULD BE A lie if Bucky said it didn't bring him a little peace having someone else in his home with him that he trusted. For once he didn't have a nightmare. But for James it was different... the nightmares came back—they came back with more intensity. It scared him. He saw Wanda in his dreams, he saw both him and her fighting as they had before.

James began panting, and letting out small whimpers as he slept. They got louder and more intense by the second.

A worried Bucky woke from his sleep and ran towards James.

"Kid! Hey, hey, look at me." Bucky shouts, shaking the man's shoulders. "James, wake up!"

James's eyes shoot open and he gasped awake trying to catch his breath. He could feel tears falling from his face.

"W-what's going on?" Bucky questions.

"I-I don't—" James pauses as he scans the room his eyes meeting Bucky's worried ones. "I am fine. I'm fine," he whispers to himself.

Bucky's brows furrowed. "James you were shouting and crying."

"It happens.."

"When did it start?"

James stays silent.

Bucky sighed. "When your mom died?"

"More like when I saw that vision of her dying." The man adds. "They come back randomly."

"James," Bucky says softly. "Why did you come here?"

"Ouch, Buck."

"You know I didn't mean it that way," Bucky says rolling his eyes. "But how did you even know where I was? And why choose to come here? What happened."

James takes a deep breath in—preparing himself for the conversation. "Wanda and I got into a little disagreement."

"What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about that," James responds as he rubs his head. "And I'm an Avenger—also raised by Tony, Bruce, and Natasha who taught me how to find anyone and anything. Plus, it wouldn't make sense if you didn't stay in Brooklyn."

Bucky slightly chuckles.

"And I came here..." James shrugs. "—because you're the only reminder of my pops I've got left. And really the only times we've spoken was when you wanted us dead—or during the Thanos fight. So... that wasn't my ideal way of spending time with my beloved uncle, Bucky."

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