Find Me / Save Me (Bucky x Reader)

Forty-Three

We spent the night exploring each other. Memorizing every curve and every sound that we produced in each other. After years of feeling empty, I finally felt full again. The fire in my soul raged, and it raged for him. Nothing would ever complete me the way he did.

I woke as the sunlight started drifting into the room. Looking next to me, I took in Bucky's sleeping form. I sighed at the perfect stillness of the moment, taking it all in, replaying last night's touches and kisses in my mind. I felt at ease and at peace, and I knew he did too.

My stomach growled in protest, pushing me to get off the bed. At its protest I place a small kiss on Bucky's forehead. "Mornin' handsome". He groaned in response, pulling the covers over his face in annoyance. "Too early..." I laughed at his response and pulled the covers over my face to see his.

"Well, my stomach is requesting nourishment. I'm going to the kitchen, you staying Sarg?" I playfully kiss his nose. "Need – sleep... you took everything outta me last night" he barely grumbles out, a slight smirk appearing on his face while his eyes remain fully shut.

Laughing at his response I crack a grin and kiss him on the lips. "Keep sleeping. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." As I move away to get up, he pulls me back under the covers, locking me in his grip. "No. Stay. Food can wait." He snuggles his face in the crook of my neck. I playfully wiggle out of his arms, "tell that to my talking stomach."

He groans once I wiggle from his embrace. "You're killing me doll."

"Nah. I'm just getting refueled for you Sergeant Barnes." I laugh and pull-on last nights discarded hoodie from the floor. Turning back to give him another quick kiss, I jump off the bed and make my way to the door, my stomach pulling me to the kitchen.

As I walk into the kitchen, I find it empty. Feeling light as a feather, practically floating from my high I walk to make a pot of coffee. Softly humming a cheerful tune as I watch the coffee drip. "Well, someone is glowing..." I spin around, not expecting someone to sneak up. "Nat! You scared the shit out of me!"

"Watch your language (Y/N), you know Steve doesn't like cursing..." her grin was too much, and I ended bending over, tears welling in my eyes from how much I was laughing.

Finally able to take a breath I grab her in for a hug. "God. I've missed you." She hugs me back tightly, "Same here. Don't pull that shit on me again (Y/N)."

I let her go, a laugh rolling through me again. "Language!" She rolls her eyes at me but smiles back at me. Grabbing a coffee mug with some warm coffee I head over to the couch and curl up, coffee mug in hand. Staring out the window, I feel the warm sun on my skin and close my eyes sighing at the feeling.

I feel the couch shift in weight and then hear Nat speak again. "But no. Really. You're glowing (Y/N)." I shake my head, my eyes still closed taking in the warmth of the sun. "I'm just happy."

"Woah! Why is Tinkerbell glowing on the couch?!" I hear Tony yell out and it breaks me from my moment.

"Huh?" I say, as I turn my head to look at him.

"You're glowing Tink." He says walking up to me, his brows burrowing together. Looking down in my hands I see a faint glow surrounding me. But once I realize it's there, it fades. "Hmm. Didn't even notice it..."

"Told ya you were glowing." Nat retorts taking a sip from her coffee.

"Okay I need some major caffeine before I even try tackling all of that." Tony says as he points his finger at me, moving it up and down. "Just made a fresh pot. You're welcome!" I yell out as he makes his way over to the counter.

Slowly the whole team starts making their way into the space in search of food. Sam starts saying his breakfasts are the best and gets into a huge mess in the kitchen as he wants to prove a point. I drift off again, staring out the window, closing my eyes and going over the wonderful dream I had last night.