Bucky Barnes One Shots

Nightmares

18+ ONLY

"Babe?"

The sound of the soft voice stirred you from your rest. You blinked the remaining sleep from your eyes as you turned to face him. Bucky had been dreadfully awake for what felt like hours, having struggled to muster the courage to wake his sleeping lover from beside him. He didn't want to bother you, you seemed far too peaceful as you slept beside him. Getting Bucky to sleep in the bed in the first place was a struggle; The softness of the mattress was triggering and often left him with more panic than the floor ever did. After a few months of coaxing and gentle introduction to the mattress, Bucky agreed to spend the night in the bed. The event didn't go as smoothly as he had hoped. Nightmares, ones worse than normal, plagued his sleep. He would rouse many times throughout the night, breathing heavily and coaxing himself back from the edge of panic. For the most part, it worked. This time was different, the image of the dream continued to haunt him long after he relax. It stayed burned into his mind because it involved you. He was tentative to wake his loving girlfriend, knowing you'd be incredibly understanding. He felt bad.

"What's wrong, Buck?" You asked, also shifting to sit up. He seemed incredibly vulnerable, which was out of the ordinary for the man. You knew that when he was in such a fragile state, especially when recovering from a nightmare, it was best not to touch him without explicit permission. He had to initiate or express he wanted you close. He didn't, not yet at least. He didn't respond, his voice seemed to get caught in his throat. You sighed.

"Another nightmare?" you spoke gently, reached your hand out for him to take. He did, taking your supple hand in his calloused flesh one, not trusting himself with the harsh metal of his left arm. He brought your hand to his face, holding it against his flushed skin as he exhaled heavily, nodding slowly. You gently took your thumb and traced it against his cheek comfortingly. His face was dampened by what you had assumed to be tears. You wiped them away as your hand traced his cheek.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Bucky quickly shook his head in response. Instead, he moved to be closer to you, releasing your hand and instead resting his head in your chest. You lifted your arms, wrapping them around Bucky, holding him close. He nuzzled his head into the apex of your neck and shoulder, finding comfort in your warmth. You hummed softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I love every single part of you, you are perfect. Perfect for me."

Bucky almost cried again at your words. He didn't think you understood how much he needed to hear them, especially considering he didn't tell you the details of his nightmare. He stayed in your arms for a long while, yet never fell asleep. You didn't either, insistent on staying awake until Bucky was peacefully asleep. He didn't fall asleep, not for hours. After a long while, he felt the need to tell you about the nightmare.

"I was back with Hydra," he spoke suddenly. You turned your attention down to him, nodding softly, acknowledging you were listening. "They had you tied to some sort of chair. They were going to make me kill you, y/n." He paused again, taking a shaky breath. "And I was under their control, I almost did before I woke up."

Bucky's words were shaky as the tears threatened to spill again. He pulled you into him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. You gently stroked your hand through his hair as he hugged you, attempting to comfort the man. You shushed him gently, resting your lips against the top of his head.

"I know you'd never hurt me Bucky, you never could," you comforted. He shook his head, lifting it from its resting place to look up at you.

"But what if they-"

"Bucky they won't," you interrupted, not allowing him to finish that thought. "They can't anymore, remember? You were given your mind back in Wakanda. Hydra has fallen. You are safe, Bucky."

He seemed satisfied with your response, resting his head back onto your chest. He stayed there for a moment, settling back into your arms and relaxing again. After a while, he tilted his head, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. He wanted your attention. He continued his actions until he got the satisfaction of a gentle groan leaving your lips, your eyes shifting down to him. He shifted to lay above you, before you stopped him.

"Oh no, baby, if we're doing this it's gonna be all about you," you hummed, instead pushing him back against the headboard, straddling his hips. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, eyes meeting for a moment. After you decided he had waited long enough, you brought your lips to his. He eagerly returned the sentiment, his flesh hand immediately finding its way into your hair, pulling you closer to him. The passion between your lips was evident, felt in a dramatic rush that couldn't be missed. Your hand left his cheek, instead finding his metal hand, lifting it to rest on your hip. You pulled your lips from his, a soft whine leaving his lips as you pressed your forehead to his.

"I told you you're not going to hurt me." You took the moment of separation to shift your lips to instead press gentle kisses down his jawline, across his collarbone, and eventually nearing where metal met skin. Scars littered his skin, and he tensed slightly as you neared them.

"Relax, Bucky, it's okay. You are perfect," you hummed, careful to press a kiss to every one of his scars, your right hand still resting on his metal one while your left traced soothing patterns on his chest. After you were finally satisfied and had given adequate attention to each of his scars, you returned your lips to his. Parting them after a moment, you pulled your own shirt off, chuckling slightly at Bucky's reaction to you having not worn a bra.

"You ready baby?" You hummed, waiting for his consent.

"Yes. God yes," he sighed, and that was all you needed.

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After coming down from your successive highs, you collapse into Bucky's chest. He wraps his arms around you, chuckling softly.

"Wear you out that much?"

"Shut up," you huffed, gently reaching up to playfully swat the smirk from his face. You stayed there, feeling exhaustion overcome you, but you were still worried for your lover.

"You think you can get some sleep now?" You spoke, lifting your head from his chest to meet his eyes.

"I think so," he hummed, sitting up slightly to pull the blankets over both of you.

"Wake me if you need me," you spoke, exhaustion evident in your voice as your eyes began to feel heavy.

"I will, promise." Bucky placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you drifted to sleep, your body resting on top of his. Moments later, he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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For the first time in a while, you woke up before Bucky. Blankets were splayed out messily across the bed, though he remained peacefully asleep. You smiled to yourself, gently untangling yourself from his arms before searching the room for your long-discarded shirt, slipping it over your body. You were about to leave the bedroom when you heard Bucky stir, groaning slightly as he woke up. Instead, you made your way back to the bed. Sitting cross-legged on it, you smiled gently, carding your hand through his hair as he slowly woke up.

"Morning, sleepy head," you smiled. He simply groaned in response, covering his eyes with his flesh arm. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," he mumbled, still not fully awake. You chuckled slightly, lifting his head into your lap- to which he happily complied.

"No more nightmares?"

"No more nightmares." The confirmation made your smile grow wider, your heart seeming to skip a beat. As he began to wake up more, his smile matched yours, seeming proud that he slept peacefully the rest of the night.

"Well, it seems to me like we found a solution to your nightmare problem, hm?"

"Seems like we did."