The next morning you woke up feeling tired. You were just about to get up when you realized Bucky was silently sleeping on your lap. He was so peaceful.
He looked ethereal.
You were going to get up, but you didn't want to wake Bucky up, so you took your phone that was laying next to you and scrolled through some apps.
You were just scrolling, looking at some photos on Instagram when suddenly Bucky began to move. You thought he finally began to wake up, but when you looked away from your phone you realized he was shivering like crazy.
Since you had a psychologist degree, you guessed that he was having a nightmare. You put your hand on his head and whispered "Barnes. Barnes wake up. It's ok everything's fine."
Suddenly his eyes opened and he sat up panting like he just ran a mile.
"Barnes are you alright?" You placed your hand on his shoulder. He jolted. You quickly removed your hand and moved away from him. What if he turned back into the other guy again? But that was impossible, no one said the trigger words. Would it be possible for him to dream about them? Absolutely not.
He turned around to look at you, still panting.
"Oh thank god," he whispered.
"Barnes," you moved back into your previous position "Do you have parasomnia?"
He looked you in the eyes not saying anything.
"Hey, hey it's ok," you said putting your arms around him. He leaned his head on your chest and let out a shaky sigh. You stroked his arm trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.
I mean why were you even shocked? Of course he had parasomnia, he's been through so much. He probably suffered through so much trauma, you wouldn't be surprised if he had ptsd.He probably did. He was also very vulnerable emotionally. You noticed that the first day you both met by the way he acted.
You felt bad for Barnes. But there wasn't much you could do except be there for him, and try and help him get through this nightmare. The real life nightmare.
Yes your house blew up. Yes it was partly his fault. Yes he almost killed you, but he has been through so much. It would just be selfish to blame anything else on him.
You just sat there, fondling Bucky's head.Gradually Bucky's breathing went back to normal. And he calmed down. You knew that sooner or later you'd have to ask him about his nightmares, since it might have something to do with his memory and that it might also help Steve.
As always your thoughts were broken by Bucky's voice. "Y/N?" Said Bucky in his normal voice, just a little more quiet than usual.(Ok but did this man even have a MORNING VOICE? Like you know the voice you have when you wake up? Sir, either he was really a robot, or he didn't sleep all night.)
"Yes?" You said, taking your hand of his head.
"What's parasomnia." He asked.
"It's a disorder that's usually linked to ptsd. Post traumatic stress disorder. Parasomnia is when you are more active then you should be in your sleep. It's usually caused by nightmares and most ex soldiers have it...along with ptsd."
Bucky sat up rubbing his eyes. He tucked his hair behind his ears, but it just fell back in-front of his face.
"Com'ere," you smiled. He looked at you and then moved a little closer. "Turn your head around," you said. You took out a hairband out from your back pocket and braided his hair into a little bun. "Ok done." You said.
He turned back to you and felt his the little bun on his head. You laughed. "What?" He said.
"Nothing, nothing," you smiled.
"Hey Barnes you alright?" You said, gently squeezing his shoulder.
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Barnes. Fine is the last word I would use to describe your mental state." You said.
"I'm fine, Y/N. I just had a nightmare. That's it."
"Your saying it like it's a normal thing, Barnes. It's most definitely not." You shook your head.
"I'll get you some cold water." You said getting up.
You came back with a glass of cold water and handed it to Bucky. "Thanks," he said. He gently took the glass. You noticed he tried to use his metal hand, as rarely as possible. You had some thoughts as to why he did it, but you weren't entirely sure.
He handed you back the glass and you put it onto the floor next to the couch. Bucky leaned back on the couch and threes his head back.
You moved a little closer and placed your head on his shoulder. He rested his on top of yours.
"It's okay Barnes, we'll figure everything out. Everything's gonna be fine."
"Hey lovebirds," said a familiar voice from behind you.
