Missing Piece

Part Two

You hadn't meant to fall asleep but it was late and Bucky was like a human heater, his weight on top of you grounded you and for the first time in a really long time you slept through the night.

Sunlight blasting through the window was what woke you up. You had forgotten to close the blinds last night.

You opened your eyes, only to be blinded by the bright light. You groaned. You couldn't move because of Bucky but you also didn't want to move because of Bucky.

You were ashamed of how good it made you feel to be wrapped in his arms like this. You would never say it out loud, but it almost felt like you were home.

As you grew older, you realized that ''home'' had a different meaning for different people. To some it was a house and to others it was a person. You didn't know in which category you belonged but now you had a small idea.

You'd never feel this way before, and it worried you. You trusted the wrong people many times and had gotten hurt many times in the process and now you had trouble trusting and opening yourself up completely. It scared you to see how you did it all so easily with Bucky. You weren't scared because you thought he would hurt you, but scared of the speed at which the walls you had spent so much time building had crumbled around you and let him in.

You felt slightly reassured by the fact that Bucky had clearly opened himself to you. You don't think there are many people that could touch Bucky like you had or being touched by Bucky like you had and he most definitely wouldn't fall asleep with just anyone. You're at your most vulnerable when you sleep and it makes your heart flutter to know he trusted you enough to, pretty much, pass out in your bed.

Although you could have stayed in this position all day, your bladder had other plans in mind.

"Buck..." You called out softly. Nothing.

"Buckyyyy..." Still nothing.

There was no way in hell you'd be able to move from under him without his help. You started tickling him gently on his neck, then on his side. He groaned, finally waking up.

"Mmmh?"

"Buck, you gotta move!" The urgency in your voice woke him all the way up and he rolled on his back, freeing you.

You untangled yourself from your sheets, jumped out of bed and ran to your bathroom; closing the door behind you.

Bucky looked at you as he slowly sat up. He didn't wake up, not even once, during the night. His anxiety slowly crept up on him. He looked around, panicking slightly.

What if you had tried to wake him up all night but didn't succeed? What if you didn't want him to spend the night in your bed but he forced that decision on you? Did you run to the bathroom because you wanted to get away from him? Were you waiting for him to leave before coming back out? A dozen questions went through his mind at high speed. Before he could make a decision, the bathroom door opened and you walked out.

He had been so deep in thoughts that he never heard the toilet or the water running in the sink. As you stepped out, you looked at Bucky and you froze in place. He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"Hey..." You whispered. "Are you ok?"

He just looked at you, not answering your question.

You slowly walked towards him, trying not to scare him. You didn't know what triggered him to be like this.

"It's ok, you're ok." You added, stopping before you could reach the bed and leaving some distance between the two of you. "You're in my room, you're safe." You tried.