1476 {Bucky x reader}

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"Good morning, doll." Bucky tucks a strand of hair behind my ear as I wake up from a body-numbing sleep.

He sat on the edge of the bed with a little smile on his face. I was waiting for him to ask me, again, what had happened last night, and what was in my 'bad dream'. It felt a lot more real than a normal dream like I was reliving a past experience. That was not the first time that memory popped up in my dreams, it used to happen very frequently—almost every night—after that day... then it just... sort of... faded, and only came back once every two months or so. I never got sick from dreams but somehow, someway, that dream, that memory never failed to churn my guts; twisting and squeezing my vital organs until my insides were empty.

All Bucky did was hand me a glass of water before standing to his feet and opening the blinds to let the morning sun scream at my face. I didn't protest at its brightness, I let it wake me.

"What do you feel like for breakfast?" He turns back to me as I finished the glass of water and set it aside.

"Whatever is there I suppose." I peel back the sheets from my body and swing my legs over the edge of the bed.

"I'll surprise you then." Bucky walks over to me and places a soft kiss on my forehead before making his way to the door. "Get dressed in something comfy, that might wake you up better." I give him a weak smile as he left my room.

I could feel my body slowly waking after splashing my face with cold water and changing into a pair of knee-length body tight shorts and a pale, loose cotton shirt that gathered at my hips. I braided as much hair as I could back, and tied it tightly with my red ribbon. I didn't care if it was just a ribbon, it was a reminder of my family and one that I could wear and bring with me anywhere I went.

My body lead me towards the large window that looked over the horizon of trees and the long winding river that snaked into nothingness. The small patch of freshly planted flowers and baby trees below my window softly shivered in the morning breeze and glowed upon the sun's greeting. A curving, stoned path—leading into the abys of trees hundreds of metres away—was soon to be sheltered by those growing trees. It was gorgeous. I wished to see the sight at its full potential one day and walk along that path under those luscious, voluptuous trees.

"Auditore." A middle-aged man's voice echoes through my room, catching my attention to turn around. To my surprise, there was nobody at my door or anywhere insight. But the voice continued, "Barnes calls you to the kitchen." I wander into the middle of the room and gaze up at the ceiling.

"Who are you? Wh-why-where are you?" I stumble on my words and open my door to see an empty hallway.

"I'm a figure of your imagination... Ooo." The man says sarcastically before imitating a ghost.

"Che? (What?)" Not again. I can't be losing my mind again, this has never happened before. Until now I have never seen people or heard people while conscious. The only possible reason for all of this to happen would have to be the effects of Sceinyte. "No..." I leaned my thumping temple against the cool wooden frame that matched the texture of my door.

"I'm kidding." The man says carefully. "I'm Tony." He introduces himself as I straighten my form and look around once more. "Long story short... I died, but I'm a genius so I made myself into an AI."

I furrow my brows and step out into the hallway. "AI?" I ask the voice.

"Artificial intelligence." He answers with humorous wit. "I didn't expect you to understand."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask slightly offended. "And why have I never heard you before?"

"I'm shy," he says with no emotion, "no, I'm just messing with you kid!" He responds to the curious look I gave to the ceiling. "No need to look to the sky, it's not like I'm God or anything." He chuckles before continuing. "I would have liked to meet you earlier but I was banned from doing so, they all said it'd freak you out." His voice seemed to follow me down the hall.