Fix Me: Bucky Barnes x OC (MCU)

Chapter 7

A/N: sorry it's that type of meme above again but i can't help it, also, if you wanna look, i added memes/pictures to the rest of the chapters

Warnings: nightmares (more, i know), SOME REALLY CUTE FLUFF

Word count: 951 (wtf??)

James raises his eyebrows when he sees me sitting on his bed with his hoodie on, swinging my legs.

'You aren't going to Shift?'

'No,' I tell him. 'I - I don't want to hurt you.'

His eyes soften a little.

'Are you sure?'

'Yeah,' I reply, looking up at him. 'Is that ok?'

'It's fine,' he says, and his face turns a little mischievous. He bends down and kisses my forehead, his lips lingering there for a little too long. I slap him away.

'Damnit, James,' I growl.

'What?'

'If you dare do that again I'll make myself a bed in your bath.'

'As you wish,' he chuckles. 'Sleep well, Minka.'

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When I wake up at first, I don't realise why. And then I see James and know exactly why. His face twists, and he clenches his jaw, twisting in his sleep.

'James,' I say, shaking him lightly. Immediately, his eyes snap open, and it takes me half a second to notice how glazed they are before his metal hand shoots out and wraps around my throat, right where the fading bruises are. My eyes bulge slightly as he cuts off my air, and I slap him hard across the face. The strange unseeing look goes out of him, and he lets go like he's been burnt.

I murmur his name, and he looks at me, eyes wide.

'I - I'm sorry,' he stutters, and I'm struck by how similarly we react after a nightmare. I fumble and flick on his bedside lamp so I can see his face. He whimpers, and I wrap my arms around him.

'Hey, hey,' I soothe. 'James, I got you.'

I can feel him trembling against me, and I grip him tightly as a sob racks his body. Running a hand lightly down his back, I hold him, just letting him cry. It's scary, how different he is like this. And it makes me angry that HYDRA would dare break him and make him as fragile as this.

'Thank you,' he mumbles, his flesh arm curled around me, holding me to him.

'That's okay,' I tell him, pushing a hand through his soft hair. 'Just returning a favour.'

And the laugh that escapes me warms me to the core.

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The first thought that comes to my mind is that tomorrow is the mission. Something moves on my left, and I feel James stir and roll over, so his forehead presses against my back. A smile pulls at my lips, and I turn over and lightly touch his face, before climbing out of his bed and padding over to the kitchen. Switching on the lights, I grab a mug and make myself some hot chocolate, sitting down on one of the bar stools at the island.

I sense him before I see him in the reflection of the splashback. I spin around on the bar stool, tucking my hair behind my ear and cocking my head.

'You okay, doll?' He asks.

'Yeah,' I reply. 'Are you?'

'I woke up when you got out of bed. Did you have a nightmare?'

'No. Just couldn't sleep.'

'You know, the bed's much nicer with you inside.' He flushes a little as he realises what he just said.

'Is that right?' I ask, draping an arm around his neck and bringing my face close to his. His breath hitches, fluttering against my lips, and his flesh hand slips down onto my waist. I smile a little, kissing the corner of his mouth. He shudders, and it's as if he can't hold back any more.

His lips collide with mine, and my hands scrabble over his back, slipping under his shirt to feel the strong muscles there, fingernails digging into his skin, trying to bring him closer to me as he kisses me.

'James,' I mumble against his mouth as his warm flesh fingers slide down my spine and clamp around my hip. Gently, I bite down on his lower lip, and he groans, slipping his tongue in and brushing it against mine in deft strokes. He pulls away slowly, and I close my eyes and rest my forehead against his chest.

'Mm,' he says. 'Is that hot chocolate?'

I laugh, handing him the mug. He takes a swig and wrinkles his nose.

'Luke warm,' he complains.

Rolling my eyes, I hook my legs around James' waist.

'How come you refuse to use your metal arm?' I ask, giving it a prod.

He looks away.

'It's stronger than it looks.'

I grab his fingers, the metal ones, and examine his hand. He keeps it absolutely still, as if he's worried that if he even moves, he'll hurt me. I lace my fingers with his.

'It's gentler than it looks too.'

James' storm tossed eyes lock with mine.

'Say that again.'

'It's gentler than it looks.'

His eyes become wet, and he ducks his head and smiles, and for once, he isn't the Winter Soldier or the White Wolf or even Bucky, he's just James. He cups my face with his flesh hand, holding our interlocked hands to his chest. Leaning down, he brushes his lips over mine. A sigh escapes me, and he chuckles, scooping me up and carrying me back to his bedroom. I close my eyes and lean my head against his chest, legs wrapped around his waist.

James kisses my forehead, then pauses.

'You won't want to sleep in my bathtub, right?'

Sleepily, I laugh.

'No, James. Not at all.'

Gently, he sets me down and climbs in as well, encasing my waist with his arms, his front against my back. We fit perfectly, and I mumble his name before sleep pulls my eyes closed.