Post-Blip Two

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One month after Endgame/Five months before The Falcon and The Winter Soldier

Bucky came home later than he meant. He'd been trying to persuade those who had ordered him to have therapy to let him bring Michaela, but it wasn't going well.

As he walked up to the apartment he shared with Michaela, he heard the sounds of someone tossing and turning and then there was a scream.

He quickly opened the door to find the girl he held so dear in the midst of a nightmare.

Bucky shook her shoulder. "Mick? Hey. Wake up."

Michaela continued tossing and turning, occasionally letting out a small whimper of protest.

Her eyes shot open and her chest heaved as she breathed heavily. She gasped for air as tears fell down her cheeks.

Bucky instantly pulled her into his arms as she sobbed, and his heart panged with each sob that escaped her lips.

When she'd calmed down, he brushed her hair back and asked softly, "You wanna tell me about that nightmare?"

"The battle," Michaela whispered.

"The battle? What battle?" She met his eyes and he soon realized what she was talking about. "Oh. That battle."

"Buck, I was never meant to fight; never meant to be an Avenger."

"Maybe you weren't, but you've saved a lot of lives, Mick. In a hospital, on and off the battlefield, and on the street."

She sniffled and cuddled closer to Bucky. "Stay with me until I fall asleep again? If I even can..."

"Doll, we live together. 'Course I'll stay with you."

Michaela let out a soft sigh and curled into Bucky. He gently wrapped his Vibranium arm around her as his right hand ran through her hair.

The blonde's breaths soon steadied as she fell asleep once again. Bucky stroked her hair as he soon fell asleep himself.

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