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I-21 b.b

FYI: Bucky wakes up from a nightmare and the only person around to help is Y/n.

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word count: 1289

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y/f/c= your fave color

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⚠️ warnings: Bucky's past, trauma, guilt, cuddling, sad, cute

Bucky's POV:

It shook me awake. The screams and the cries, all the sight of blood dripping from my fingers. The same names tattooed in my brain. An endless cycle.

After every nightmare, I grow numb. Unaware of what I'm doing or where I am at, at times I even forget to breathe.

Ever since Sam found out I lived in 'that sad and gloomy apartment' as he calls it, he begged both Y/n and I to stay over at this house.

He doesn't live here but it's the property he lent over.

At first, the idea of being alone with her scared me, I imagined of all the possible things that can happen without Sam or anybody else nearby.

Especially because I still get nightmares.

Before we moved in together, I didn't know anything about her. I mean all I know now is that her favorite color is y/f/c and that she prefers to sleep with sheets than with blankets.

We've been getting along better than I thought we would. There are times when I feel overwhelmed with emotion, maybe I just get scared.

The house was silent, so incredibly quiet, I was gasping for air, for a single sound to bring me some sort of comfort.

I stood up and sat at the edge of my bed, holding my face in my hands with a low groan.

My head ached and throbbed when I reached the hallway. The wooden floor colder than usually, as it touched ny feet with every step that I took.

I spent most of the night in the cabinet, drinking from a leftover bottle of liquor, on Sam's kitchen floor.

I dranked until I couldn't tell whether there was 4 or 8 chairs in the dining room across from the kitchen.

The time in the clock on top of the stove marked 3:28 am. There wasn't a single sound except for my heavy breathing. I clumsily picked up my body from the ground and dragged my feet through the hallway.

Back in the Avengers Facility, the walls were thick and strong. Nobody could hear my screams every am and a part of me hated that because I wanted someone to know.

Now that I live with Y/n, I don't want her to know, because she's so great. She doesn't deserve it.

I was looking at her when I walked past her room, she had left the door open and was sound asleep.

All I could think about was that I picked the farthest room away from her.

She looked beautiful with her hair tied in a braid. Her chest peacefully inhaling the fresh scent of lavender placed in her room. There was a space next to her on the bed, so visibly empty.