My Soldiers II Bucky Barnes

15- God, I hope I'm wrong

*Bucky's POV*

My room is dark and quiet. Usually, this would have me wound tight and continually scanning every nook and cranny of my room for possible threats, but tonight was different.

As I looked down my body pride took over my every emotion the moment my gaze landed on the small frame wrapped around my body. This gorgeous girl has managed to capture my body and my heart in just two short days, even in her sleep she's wrapped herself around me like a koala bear.

My little koala bear.

It warmed my heart to know that she felt safe enough around me to be become vulnerable and fall asleep in my arms and as much as I want to say that it was a fluke I know it's not, she feels safe in my arms she's shown it multiple times in the way she pulls me closer to her and nuzzles her face into my neck. But I can't see why.

She mustn't be aware of what I am. Of what I did.

But that couldn't be.

Everyone on Earth is somewhat aware of who I am and the horrible things I did under the blanket of hydra, they bent me to their will and made me do their dirty work hurting the innocents they were too afraid to.

Thinking about it all brings flashes of memories, faces of those that I robbed from the world. While I may not be able to remember much of my life before the war the faces of those I ruthlessly murdered in cold blood are permanently etched into my brain never to be forgotten and visit me each night paying me back with the torture of having to relive their screams and pleas for mercy.

I deserve it but wish it would stop.

Ever since fighting Steve on that helicarrier I hadn't had an undisturbed night of peace. That was until Tyla came along.

It's weird, last night when I rushed up to her room the girl I saw thrashing around in her bed clearly in emotional pain reminded me so much of myself all those nights after my escape. But once she was in my arms she calmed and was reduced to a state of confusion and upset. Maybe she'd been in the grasp of the people who ruined me or maybe someone worse.

God, I hope I'm wrong.

Tyla is a kind selfless soul that definitely can hold her own and was not one to back down from fighting for what was right, yet deep in her eyes I could see a whole different side of her, a side that she did well to hide from the others but I know the look all too well.

Regret, anger and fear.

This just made me want to protect her more than I already did, there was something more to her and her experiences than what she was letting on and I had a disgusting feeling that it had something to do with the same horrid organization. I can't be sure but the signs are there, the way she kept begging me not to let them get her last night, after the three episodes I've now witnessed the second she snaps out of it she seems confused almost lost,

Like something or someone overtook her mind.

And finally, when we fought, the precision and strength of her blows shocked me. A person of her stature and experience shouldn't have been able to move and manipulate a highly trained assassin the way she did, furthermore, she was using fighting approaches that as far as I knew only HYDRA taught their best of the best. Their prized possessions.

We fought like we'd been trained together for years, moving in perfect unison while still landing hits.

God, I hope I'm wrong.

Only time will tell but I dare say I'll have a little more insight when morning rolls around.

I just wish she'd come to me and tell me what was happening.

A sigh pulled me from deep and quite frankly scary thoughts.

I looked down just in time for Tyla's eyes to flutter open and look up at me,

"Bucky?" she questioned in a sleepy voice that quickened my heartbeat.

"Hey beautiful" I quietly replied brushing a few strands of hair from her face,

"Why are you up" she asked with her eyebrows slightly furrowed as she wiggled around to get comfortable in my embrace again,

"Just thinking doll" I replied, lifting my right arm up so she could slide under it. I don't know why but it felt like I was lying to her.

With my right arm now underneath her she grabbed my hand and pulled it with her as she rolled into my side laying her cheek on my chest causing her to now be fully wrapped up with my arm around her shoulders.

"Is everything okay?" she asked not looking up from my hand where she plays with my fingers,

I craned my neck to kiss her on the top of her head "Everything is perfect with you here" I replied sweetly, I knew my words affected her because I could feel the heat of her cheeks on my topless torso.

She seemed to settle after that, staying silently playing with my flesh fingers.

After a few minutes she leaned over me grabbing my metal arm that had been laying on the opposite side of my body as far from the small girl as possible, she attempted to pull it over to her but I resisted.

"Doll what are you doi-" I was cut off by a small finger covering my lips,

"You always try to keep it from me, why?" she questioned boldly without looking away from the shiny metal in her hand,

I was shocked to say the least at her sudden question but I knew she was like this. Almost like a child, always curious.

"I could hurt you Ty" I said, removing my arm softly from her grasp and laying it back on the other side of the bed.

"But you don't," she said plainly, reaching back for my arm but this time when she pulled it across my body I let her and soon enough it was laid on my stomach as she was tracing the lines that ran across it.

Her words hit me in a place that I thought could never be touched again, she didn't see me as anything that could even resemble a monster and it made my chest burn with happiness.

She may just be the one.

I know it's too early to think like that but I don't care.

I leaned over to her and placed a kiss on her cheek and she reached up and starting rubbing her tired eyes with her balled fists.

"Uh uh. Don't rub." I warned pulling her wrists away from her eyes with my right hand, "How about we get some more sleep. Something tells me tomorrow is going to be a big day for you, little miss." I explained, my eyes not leaving her's for a second.

Tyla nodded and started to wriggle back into the crevice she had created in my arms and the bed when suddenly she stopped.

The feeling of warm lips on mine was the next thing I felt and before I knew it it was gone again. Tyla's face remained inches from mine she seemed out of breath and slightly anxious.

Without the need for any more persuasion, I took her cheek in my hand and connected our lips once more. The kiss was deep and passionate full of longing and safety, as I pulled back she rested her forehead on mine this time we were both breathing heavily.

"Goodnight Buck," she said as she moved back to her comfy sleeping spot.

I followed suit, "Goodnight beautiful" I replied, laying myself under her and protectively wrapping myself around her.

Sleep came to me tonight, but not the cold interrupted type of the last few years. No this was different. I felt myself fall into a warm loving sleep.

I finally found my safe haven. In Tyla Parker's arms.