Bucky Barnes Oneshots

nightmares 2 hc (fluff/angst)

you were cooking dinner, humming softly to the vinyl record spinning on a turntable in the cornerBucky had fallen asleep while the two of you were watching a film, and you'd decided to let him rest on the couchhe barely slept these days, plagued by nightmares you were slipping a dish into the oven when you heard a noiseyou shut the door and turned, nearly falling back against the stoveBucky stood over you, his pupils blown out and hiding the gorgeous silver of his eyes"James?" you asked slowly, but he didn't react
he wasn't looking at you, but through youyou tried not to fear the love of your life, but sometimes you felt like you'd never get used to the side effects of his traumahe murmured something quietly in Russian, and you inhaled sharply"Honey, you're dreaming, I need you to wake up for me," you spoke in English, fighting to keep the desperation out of your voice
his nightmares had gotten better over time, but every once in a while he would sleepwalk, still the Winter Soldier in his mindthe other times it happened, you had called Steve Rodgers, and he had helped you snap Bucky out of ityou knew Bucky would never hurt you, but the sleepwalking still terrified you"James, wake up, honey, you're scaring me," your hand trembled as you reached up and touched his unshaven face
cold vibranium wrapped tightly around your wrist and a gasp left your lips, your eyes squeezing shut"Let go, it's me, your wife," he wasn't squeezing you hard enough to hurt, but you weren't able to pull away
your breath was coming out in shaky sobs as he backed you against the fridge, the cold metal seeping through your clothesmagnets clattered to the floor, and his body pinned you down"James, you have to stop, please!" you begged desperately, terror seizing you as he released your wrist, wrapping his metal fingers around your throat instead
his grip tightened and you panicked, struggling against himhe snapped something in Russian, a phrase you recognized "ready to comply"you grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to kiss you roughly, trying to break him out of the lucid dream"Y/N? Oh my god, baby!" Bucky's eyes widened in horror as he returned to himself, and he let go of your throat, stepping back so you weren't trapped against the fridge.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry, I didn't mean-" he was stammering, and you caught your breath
"I know, James. I'm okay, you didn't hurt me," you assured him as tears rolled down your cheeks
you wrapped your arms around his neck and he held you against him, hugging you tightly"I love you, I would never hurt you," Bucky promised, rocking you in his arms, soothing himself and you
"I know. I love you.""Please don't leave me, Y/N," he begged, afraid that you would run in fear
"No, I'll never leave you," you kissed him, melting into the strong, gentle husband who would've died to keep you safeyou jumped when the oven beeped, telling you the food was done"I've got it, go sit," he gently pushed you to the table before shutting off the oven
you flipped the record over, the music from the 40s filling the quietyou sang along softly, knowing all of Bucky's favorite music by heart after your three years of marriageit brought a smile to his sad eyes, and he kissed the top of your head, silently apologizing for scaring you