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13. Monday

A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back! 

I'm sorry for being away for so long (it took me almost two months to write this damn chapter ffs). These past few weeks have been a hell of a comeback into Uni! I got the flu (happy it's not COVID lol but still sucks!) and I had so many things to sort out with my classes and work! 

UGH. 

But never mind all that, I finally managed to finish this chapter and I wanna celebrate!! And I gotta say I'm quite happy with it. It's a JUICY ONE though. Grab a snack or something 'cause y'all gonna need it, it's loooong. 

Hope you enjoy! As always, stay safe and be nice!

Mary xx

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Natalie was deep in her sleep, when she heard a familiar voice calling her name from a distance.

"Nat."

Her name reverberated in her head, echoing far away in her subconscious. At first she thought it must have been someone in her dream, she always had a very vivid imagination so even though the voice sounded extremely real, she swore it was still part of the dream.

Suddenly she felt a warm hand stroking her cheek, gently moving a few strands of hair off her face.

"Nat." The voice said again, softly but more sternly, this time, trying to break through her deep state of sleep.

She hummed lazily in response, her eyes still closed.

"Nat, wake up." The voice said again, slightly louder.

She mumbled something impossible to understand, complaining about whatever was distracting her from her dream. She always had interesting dreams, being a born daydreamer, always losing herself in some sort of fantasy world or fantastical situation; but this one was particularly nice, and semi-realistic, for once. 

Of course, Bucky was there. So she was especially determined to stay in the dream, whatever or whoever was trying to rip away her fantasy needed to fuck off somewhere else, like now. 

She shuffled slightly, curling even more on herself, physically shielding herself from the external world, making it absolutely clear she had no inclination to waking up anytime soon.

He let out a soft chuckle, silently admiring her persistence, and scooted closer to her curled up body. He gently slipped one arm under her shoulders, trying not to pull her hair in the mean time, and held her head with the other hand. With one swift movement he pulled her up, sitting her next to him, her body and head pressed against him in order to keep her in balance.

She opened her eyes in confusion as she felt the whole of her upper body being moved, blinking a couple of times to adjust her sight to the darkness. Before she could even look up to see his face, she felt the warmth of his chest on her cheek and she immediately recognized the very specific scent of his jersey. She smiled against him and, instinctively, without a second thought, threw her arms around his shoulders, burying her head in the crook of his neck and squeezing him as tight as she could.