𝐖𝐄'𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒🌌 ˚･ﾟ/ ❝and if you are alone, that is the quietest most personal hell. and james, it's very hard to escape. so, now that you've stopped fighting; what do you want, james?❞ ❝peace.❞ / [ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 ]
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─ ･ ｡ﾟ✪: *.🌌.* :⧗ﾟ. ─
James was awakened by the morning sunlight that tickled his face. But he didn't open his eyes, just smiled and thought about how beautiful it was to wake up in a sunny room, however clichéd it might sound.
It wasn't all that beautiful, though, and he didn't sleep for half the night and kept rolling quietly from side to side on his side of the bed. He still couldn't believe he was home after all this time. He was also a little afraid to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, images of his war memories flashed through his mind. When he began to doze a few times during the night, he could hear the screams and sounds of gunfire, which immediately woke him up and made him sit up with his heart pounding and look around uneasily. He was afraid it would wake Natalia, but she would just wiggle and reach out as if looking for him. As soon as he pulled her to him and she hugged him, he realized he was feeling a little better. Still, he spent most of the night alternately staring at the ceiling and Natalia. He could not believe his luck that he could be here to keep her, that she had not gone anywhere, and that he had survived the war. Not all men were so lucky, and Bucky was grateful that he had it. But he wished Steve had his happy ending, too. This wasn't fair.
When he finally opened his eyes in the morning, he was surprised not to find Natalia beside him. For a moment he panicked, fearful that he had dreamed it all, and that he was gone. But as he listened intently, the muffled sounds of the radio reached his ears. Bucky smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching. Then he got up, left the bedroom, and, soundless as a cat, went into the kitchen, where Natalia was standing by the stove, cooking something, humming softly along with the radio to the tune of a song that was playing. Bucky hugged her from behind, making her squeal with surprise, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
"James!" she said reprovingly. "You can't scare me like that! At least let me know you're here next time."
"I'm sorry," he whispered, and pressed an apologetic kiss to her neck, making her shudder at the touch. "I was in for a bit of an unpleasant surprise when I woke up. Why did you run away from me? I missed you."
He heard a smile in her voice as she replied, "You know very well I've always been a morning person, I can't sleep until late in the morning. Plus, there's plenty to do around here. And someone's got to make you breakfast," she laughed, putting down the knife and stroking his cheek. "And you'd better shave before breakfast!"
"As you wish," he assured her, kissing her on the cheek before releasing her and going to the bathroom to do his morning hygiene, dressing and shaving his stubble. He never grew a long beard. For one thing, Natalia didn't like it, and for another, he felt uncomfortable. And, of course, it wasn't fashionable at all.
He was strangely pleased that all his belongings had been left in the same place he had left them. He grabbed a razor and shaving foam and set about making sure Natalia didn't wait too long for him with breakfast. God knows how many hours she'd been awake.
