CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

09 || Moonlight

MAJOR smut warning
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November 2018, New York
at the compound

Bucky blinked in the darkness of his room, soft moonlight falling through the blinds on the large windows in front of his bed, right into his face. He took in a deep breath, letting it pass his lips with a sigh from his throat. The dark-haired man's mind was buzzing.

He sat on the edge of his bed, flexing his metal arm. The flesh on his left shoulder burned where the metal dug into his skin. The burning pain came and went a lot more lately. His fingers brushed the scars, sending a hot spourt of stinging pain through his arm. His metal hand curled into a fist.

He tapped the screen of his phone on the nightstand. It was 3:42 in the morning.

The soldier put his head in his hands, trying to shake his mind empty.

He got up from the bed, throwing his sage green crewneck over his torso before closing the door behind him.

A soft light eluminated the stairs, tinting the otherwise dark hallway in a golden tone.

He crossed to corner to the stairs to see Marie sitting in one of the rosewood Eames lounge chairs on the landing, a book plopped open on her legs.

She had her blonde hair pulled up in a bun, the tattoo fading in the hairline of her neck. Headphones dangled in her ears.

Bucky walked past her down into the kitchen to make them each a cup of coffee. He knew he wasn't going to sleep again tonight.

When he got back to the landing he handed one to his girlfriend.

She looked beautiful the way she sat in the chair, her legs pulled up to her chest, tilted to the side with the book open on her knees.

"Thank you, babe" she smiled, a finger put on the line she was reading before she raised her blue eyes to look at the dark-haired man.

"You're welcome, doll."

He sat down in the chair in the windowed corner, taking a sip of his coffee. He rested his head back. His girlfriend's eyes were on him, looking him up and down.

"When did you get up?" he wanted to know.

He didn't need to ask why she was awake.

Marie closed the top of the book on her hand.

It was The Picture of Dorian Gray, her favourite. Bucky couldn't recall how often he had already seen her read it.

"Around midnight" she answered.

She put the cup down on the small table next to her, tapping the screen of her phone to shut the music coming from her headphones.

He always wondered how she was able to read and listen to music at the same time. She did that often, shutting the world around her out.

He couldn't focus with so much distraction.

"You were uneasy. I figured you might need some space" she added after a few seconds while her eyes still lingered on him.

The soldier looked down on his legs. There was a spot of black coffee on his grey sweatpants.

"I'm sorry" he said.

Strands of dark hair fell into his face. He brushed them back behind his ears with his metal hand, his face distorted with the burning pain in his shoulder.

Marie eyed him with concern.

"You need to get that checked, my love" she said, her voice nothing more than a whisper.