|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

<Nightmares>

When Bucky awoke from his slumber, his steely blue eyes landed straight on a figure, chained up.

Sam.

With effort, he pulls against the chains, ignoring the pain that shoots through his arms. He had to get to Sam. Make sure he's okay.

His lips trembled as he watched the body hang loosely.

"Sam!" He croaks, his voice rough from lack of use.

That seems to do something because a second later, a small groan was heard. Relief floods through him but stops when he sees his face. It wasn't his Sam. Or it was his Sam but their face was all disoriented. Hell, you could see the bone of the skull showing.

Blood dripped from his face, his frame covered in maggots. The sight makes Bucky sick to his stomach.

"You didn't save me, James." He snarls and Bucky has to look away.

"Why didn't you save me?"

With a cry, the ex-soldier sits up in his pool of sweat. Tears welling in his eyes as he silently cries. He needs to find Sam.

The house was an eerie silence, his feet thudding softly against the floor, the cold nipping at his cheeks and shivers slither up his spine like a snake. His legs felt like jelly, and they were almost on the brink of collapsing.

Placing one hand on the wall, he steadies himself. Everything around him swirled. There was a familiar ringing in his ears that were too loud. It blocked out everything. Everything except the eractic beat of his racing heart. His mind was on fight mode, jumping at even the smallest things. He didn't know whernne he was going, but his legs took him to a door he recognises.

He inhales for a moment, tears brining the rims of his saphire blue eyes. His body trembled.

He needed to see if Sam was okay.

He needed to see if he saved him.

His clammy hand lands on the door knob, twisting it gently. There he was. Snuggled up in the sheets, one leg and arm draping over the side of the bed. Bucky wasn't sure if he was alive. He needed to see if he was alive. So, hesitantly, he shuffles forward, whispering out his name.

"Sam?" He whispered, breath catching in his throat when no answer comes. His eyes trail over his partner, sighing in relief at the steady rise and fall of Sam's chest. So, he's okay then. He didn't not save him. He was alive and well and sleeping.

Before he can turn around though, Sam's groaning before looking up, brown eyes peeping out from underneath the sheets. In any other situation, he would've found it quite funny and cute, but he was still tense. His heart was still racing and he was on the brink of losing control.

"James?" He murmurs, startling the ex-soldier. Shit. He didn't mean to wake Sam up, he knows how scarce sleep is sometimes.

"You alright?" Sitting up, Sam turns on the lamp, his lips curling into a frown. "Why are you crying?" He asks, his brows scrunched together.

Can he tell Sam? What if he laughs at him for being so pathetic? What will he do then?
Sam wouldn't do that though... Right?

Sam waits a little impatiently for Bucky to speak but when he does, concern washes over his face.

Shit. He woke up Sam for nothing. Wow. A good friend he is, right?

Bucky didn't know Sam was making his way over until he called his name gently.

Looking up, he flinches slightly at the proximity. Not that he is complaining, if anything, he'd want him closer but he guesses that he being so caught up in his internal conflict didn't notice Sam and he always notices Sam.

He almost cried out in relief when Sam doesn't ask anymore questions and brings him for a comforting hug. Bucky was starving for attention because let's be real, other than Sam, who would want to hug the Winter Soldier like he hasn't done anything wrong?

As if to torment him, his mind lingers back to the nightmare. How terrifying Sam looked, maggots hanging off his skin. Everything felt so fucking real. Like the smell for example, he smelt of dead flesh and the cave they were stuck in didn't help the smell either.

"What was it about?" Sam asks gently, gently leading the soldier to the bed and laying him down before sliding into the other side, still close but not too close where Bucky feels like he is going to suffocate.

Something the ex-winter soldier appreciates dearly.

It broke Sam's heart to see his friend like this.

Bucky is so close to snapping and Sam is afraid he won't be able to snap out of it if he does.

"You." He whispers. Holding the man a little tighter. If it helps him seek the comfort he needs them so be it.

He's been with Bucky since he and Steve were on the run. He's not gonna give up now because of a stupid nightmare.

"Come, we'll make ourselves hot chocolate." Buck doesn't nod. He doesn't answer and Sam knows he thinking of closing himself up, he'd do the same.

"No you go on, I'll just head back-"

"Do not even think about closing me out, Bucky. You need help I will give you help, but I can't if you keep building up your walls!" He says, grabbing the tired man by his shoulder and gently giving him a push.

"And if you do, I will work endlessly to break down every wall. You can try and push me away, but I'll be like a fly. I won't leave your ass alone."

Bucky doesn't smile. He smirks though. Even if it is a sad, depressing one. It's a tug of his lips that Sam is proud of.