I'm different (Avengers fanfic)

C8-Bed Time

Chapter 8: Bed time
*Bucky’s POV* 
(Tuesday) 
As the Avengers brought me up to the living room, I still felt uncomfortable to be around Steve. He has never used this tone on me before, and I’m still scared. What if he hates me forever? What if he ignores me? What if he changes his mind and throws me out? What if-

“Bucky!” I hear someone call out and see all the Avengers staring at me from the dining table. I realise that I’m now standing n front of the lift. Blushing slightly, I apologise before hobbling my way to an empty seat. Turns out, my luck is so horrible. I’m sitting right next to Steve. He places a portion of pasta in front of me, a bowl of soup, and a chocolate milkshake. Softly, I thank him and he smiles. 

“I’m sorry…for earlier…” I say, as quietly as possible, as the other Avengers are talking amongst themselves. I look down, my hair covering my face, staring at my foot. 

“Hey, it’s alright. I should be the one apologising. But if you leave now, you’re condition will get worse. So I had to stop you. Sorry if you think that its too harsh,” he says softly with a smile. I return one back and we begin eating. The Avengers started talking to me and I got to know everyone’s names. Tony was the mechanic with brown hair, Bruce was the doctor who treated me, Natasha and Clint were assassins, Loki and Thor were gods from Asgard. Simple enough. 

“Alright everyone, bed time!” Clint called out with a grin. All the submissives, including me, groaned. “It’s 10pm, everyone off to bed after you shower!” 

Everyone made their way back to their respective rooms, with Clint and Natasha following Bruce and Tony to make sure that they actually go to sleep. Thor and Loki retired to their floor, leaving Steve and I alone. “Well, you can sleep on my floor, there’s an empty room next to mine, if you don’t mind,” he says and I immediately accept the offer. 

We head down to his room, and he makes sure I shower, standing in the room while I step into the bathroom after taking out my cast and bandages. I strip off my clothes and step in, the warm water pelting my skin. I lather my hair with shampoo, and all the grime and dirt fall out as I stare in disgust. I wash my body, making sure that I’m careful around my stitches. And once I’m done, I dry myself with the towel provided and step out, only to see Steve standing there, now with a fresh set of clothes and undergarments. I thank him, grab the clothes and hop back into the bathroom, and change into the clothes. It was a dark grey sweatshirt, white sweatpants and black boxer briefs. I immediately blush at the fact that this may be Steve’s clothes. I also quickly brush my teeth, since I know Steve wants me to. 

Stepping out again, I smile at Steve and he says a good night before switching off the lights as I go to bed. 

…
*3rd Person’s POV* 
A loud yell pierced the silent, still air of the night. Steve’s eyes flew open. Bucky. Grabbing his phone, he switched on his flashlight and dashed out of his room, switching off the fan in his room on the way. He slammed Bucky’s door open, only to see his best friend now curled in a ball, eyes hut tightly, sweat matting his hair that stuck to his face. His blanket and pillows were all pushed to the bottom of the bed, completely forgotten. 

“Bucky! Wake up!” Steve called out and shook his friend. Suddenly, Bucky’s metal arm rose up and gripped Steve’s neck, easily cutting off Steve’s air supply. Dropping his phone, the blonde gasped for air as he tapped Bucky’s arm frantically, but to no avail. Steve could feel his vision blurring as his gasps and pants slowed down. He was about to shut his eyes when Bucky’s eyes flew open and immediately dropped Steve, backing away until he hit the wall, curling himself into a ball, hugging his knees. Steve coughed, heaving and sucking in as much air as possible. When he recovered, he quickly went over to Bucky. 

“I’m so sorry, Steve. I’m so so sorry,” Bucky whispered out as tears streamed down his face, his hair stuck to his face. 

“Hey, no no, its alright, you were having a nightmare,” Steve wheezed out, his voice slowly coming back to him. 

“I’m a murderer,” Bucky continued, “I almost killed my best friend! I’m a murderer,” he kept chanting. Steve shook his head and embraced the crying soldier. He laid both of them down, and spooned him. The brunette calmed down, his sobs dying down to soft sniffles and whimpers. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered out, as Steve rubbed his back up and down. 

“No, its okay, alright? I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re all fine,” Steve reassured, his soothing, gentle voice lulling the soldier into a peaceful sleep. Soon, the blonde also fell asleep, the light from the phone also dimming as it died out.