Mending Hearts

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝟙𝟠

ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥

⚠️Warning⚠️ the following chapter contains smut, you're welcome :)

He lead me inside and all the way to our rooms. He stopped us outside mine, I opened it and looked inside. Should I invite him inside? How do I? I've never done this before!? I looked into the room, but didn't dare enter or even speak. I could here the voices in my head arguing about what to do, but one stuck out. The one I didnt want to hear when I'm around Bucky, especially tonight. It was his voice.

"Really think anyones gonna want you? I didnt, just had you around to make me look good. Why would he fuck you? Look at you, nobody wants that. Just put him out of his misery of having to pity you, you're just a-"

"Doll? Hey, Doll are you okay?" Bucky pulled me out of my head, making the voices go mute. A pure state of worry emitted from him, "what's wrong Ellie?"

I smiled slightly at him and shrugged, "I dont know, just... nothing. Nevermind, sorry" shaking my head slightly, I took a breathe in hopes to calm my nerves.

Bucky took hold of my hand and told me to look at him. Once I did he smiled, "thank you for letting me do something for you tonight Ellie, I hope you liked it"

I grinned and felt my worries melt away again, "I loved it Buck thank you, nobody's really done anything like that for me before so thank you. I uh... would you wanna come in maybe? Watch a film or something I dont know, just hang out a little longer cus I enjoy spending time with you and stuff" I kept rambling until I was cut off buy his lips on mine. Best and only way to be silenced.

"I'd love to Doll" our hands were still linked but I didnt dare let go, simply leading us inside and hearing the door click shut after Bucky nudged it gently. I sat down on the bed n kicked off my shoes, Bucky following suit and joining me sitting with our backs on the headboard. I rested my head on his shoulder and hummed, bringing a small laugh out of him. "Comfy there?"

Nuzzling my head into his arm I hummed again, feeling a natural smile rest on my lips. After a second I called out to the AI "hey f.r.i.d.a.y, can you play Spotify please?" And almost instantly my music filled the room. "That okay?"

"Perfect Doll, absolutely perfect" his response was quiet, his voice sounding as if he was completely lost in the moment, but still content.

You Know Me Too Well by Nothing But Thieves was playing, and I found myself humming along to the tune. I adored the song, and it was showing with my little head bopping and hand movements combined with my singing - even if I had no idea I was doing it out loud by the time the chorus had started.

Bucky's POV:

There it was again, that small voice coming from my Doll. It was angelic to me, hearing her sing the words to a song she clearly loved without even knowing it. I had heard it in the rain but being able to hold her while she did was something else. It brought back that feeling I've only felt a few times since the 40s, and its ever only for her.

When we got to her door I was worried I'd done something wrong. The look on her face was one I'd never want to see her wearing again. It was like she was torturing herself, a kind of mental battle that was hurting her. I had decided against asking yet, but I knew there was something that haunted her. I guess we're alike in that sense too. Somehow though, the battle stopped and she relaxed when I had gotten through to her, like reminding her of my presence eased her worry in some kind of way. But again the angel shocked me even more by inviting me in to stay with her, making me curious what the battle was about. It was evident something had happened to her that left her in a state that isnt okay, and although I wouldnt ask now I hoped she'd one day tell me. I didnt even realise in that moment I vowed to myself that I'd never let her get hurt again, especially by my own hand. She was too good for that, too angelic, too... mine.