James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

"Down the hall."

Down the hall. Down the hall. He's down the hall, just....down the hall. You thought to yourself, as you took quiet yet speeding steps down the darken halls.

You were never one for the dark, not even as a child. And the fact that H.Y.D.R.A used to have control over you only made that fear worse. That unsettling feeling deep down in your stomach that someone was actually watching you. Watching your every move, your every breath, anything and everything that you did. It made you feel unsafe, like they could come and take you back at any moment. You tried your best to push those thoughts to the back of your head but damn was it difficult. The more you tried, the more you began to shake and be terrified of those possibilities.

"Down the hall...." You spoke, almost mouthing the words with how quiet they came out.

The wind whipped around the Tower, the lights still off. You could see every corner and crack in the inky mist of darkness, but you doubted if you really could. Hyping your brain into thinking someone's at the end. You prayed that nothing was waiting for you, no one was waiting at the end for you. You brushed your leg against a table and squealed, immediately covering your mouth and hoping that no one heard you. When the coast was clear, you moved again. Slower. Your eyes pricking with stray tears, begging to be released.

Down the hall....3 more doors.....

Your bare feet not making a sound on the marble floors, your bare shoulders pressed against the walls. Goosebumps traveling all over your body. Thunder struck making you internally jump but  your eyes immediately finding the source. You took a deep breath as you reached his door. You twisted the nob, mentally smiling that it was unlocked. Before you could creep in, you heard rustling. You began to take in shaky breaths, your eyes scanning every inch of the hall. You backed farther into the crack of his door when you saw a figure in the dark slowly walk to where you were. Was this your head again? Was it you this time? The figure stepped into the illuminated light and when you saw it's face you quickly turned the nob and slammed the door shut. The face, no eyes, no nose, no ears, no hair, just a head with that creepy smile you see every night. You were violently shaking as you rested your back on the door, thinking you were safe. That was, until it banged on the door. You yelped and stumbled over your feet hitting the nearest object knocking it over. You backed into a corner as it continued to bang on the door, your heart racing so fast that you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Loud cries came from your mouth, your arms over your head, and your body trying it's best to mold itself into the wall.

A hand was placed on your shoulder and your instincts kicked in, trying to fight it.

"Hey, hey, Doll!"

You recognized his voice and stopped fighting, instead you pulled back. The banging on the door continuing. Tears streamed down your face as you yelled, trying your absolute best to get rid of it. Bucky gently brought you to his chest, your back against his chest, and his back against the door. You curled up in a ball against him, sobs still leaving your mouth as you gripped your hair.

"It's not real." He whispered, "It's not real, doll. It's in your head. Breathe."

The door continued to rattle, "It w-won't go a-away!"

"Yes it will." He cooed, his breath hitting your shoulder, "Think of something different. Think about something you love."

You squeezed your eyes shut, obeying his words. You thought about something you love, or rather someone. You thought of all the good times you had with Bucky, all the laughs, tickle wars, pranks, missions, anything that included you two getting along and laughing together. You thought about your first kiss with him, your first date, how he threw up on that specific Rollercoaster ride because it was too fast. Your muscles began to relax as your mind drifted to those thoughts, your happy thoughts. The door stopped rattiling, the wind stopped, and the lightning was gone. You steadied your breathing as best you could, tears still rolling freely down your face. Bucky kissed your shoulder and brought you closer to him having you sit between his legs.

"Did it stop?" He asked, his voice soft and full of concern.

You nodded, "Y-yeah. It stopped."

He rubbed small circles on your upper arms before wrapping them around your frame. You slowly stopped shaking and curled even farther into him.

"I'm sorry I woke you." You apologized, your voice low.

"Don't apologize, doll." He spoke, standing up and bringing you up with him.

He picked you up and laid down with you on his bed. You tightly wrapped yourself around him, never letting go. He tucked a hair behind your ear, kissing your forehead.

"I hate these powers." You mumbled, your tears finally coming to an end.

"Once you get them under control I promise you won't hate them anymore. They come in handy for missions don't they? How you can distract them and watch them fall for it. 'Ahhh help.'" He tried to lighten the mood, earning a small chuckle from you, "You just need more practice and I promise you'll be fine."

You nodded.

He gave a small smile and kissed you. A short yet sweet and reassuring kiss. You buried your head in the crook of his neck and yawned, your episode taking all your energy away.

"Where do we go if this happens again?" Bucky asked, before you dozed off.

"....down the hall." You responded, sleep finally taking you in.

"That's my girl."