Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

104

"S-stop." 

Bucky's birthday went by with no plan to it at all and he loved every single moment of it though he wouldn't admit it to anyone else but he said it was one of the best nights of his life which always seems to confuse me because he always says his nights with me are his favorite but I think and will bet that Steve is roped in there a few times. He has to be.

"Please."

And it only took a week after his birthday for us to get all of his mission reports done with him writing everything down and then reading them off to me so I can type it in my laptop and so we didn't get anything wrong because after a while of the same pair of eye's reading or looking for something, you tend to skip over some things and it's true because I know there are a few misspellings in here somewhere that I haven't caught.

"Stop it!"

Steve and Sam also came in more as an apology from Sam for getting Bucky in trouble as well as a simple apology for kicking him out of the plane. Bucky easily forgave him and they helped push out the last few pages when both Bucky and I got mentally exhausted after the repetitive questions that needed detailed descriptions. Bucky and I would take turns writing everything down since I was the best candidate to recreate his hand elegant writing and the four of us tackled the online report.

"It h-hurts."

We were so relieved to have it done and stayed in bed the next day with Steve bringing us food every couple of hours so we had no excuse but to stay in our sheets and sleep. We watched more movies and colored my tattoo since my nails are now painted a golden honey color. Steve didn't mind and even stayed with us to watch some movies and tv shows that basically has us throw a whole sleepover when I woke up to find Steve and Bucky cuddling.

"I can't d-"

I wasn't even mad or upset that Bucky was holding Steve to his bare chest and rubbing his hand up and down his back after thinking it was me when he tried to sweep Steve's hair off his shoulder. It had me actually laughing my ass off and took multiple photos that Bucky was fighting me on to delete them but after I promised him that Natasha wouldn't post them, he relaxed a little. 

"Please. It fucking hurts."

So, after a slow and lazy week, I lay in my bed in a loose, thin white t-shirt and black athletic shorts, now twisting and turning in bed to get the heavy breathing and pleas out of my head because I think it's me dreaming but when I hear a choked sob, I shoot up right out of my sleep and in bed to look down to my left.

"Stop." Bucky begs in his sleep. "Stop it!" He now demands

"Hey." I speak while placing my hand on his fast rising chest but he flinches at my touch so I lift my hand that is now covered in sweat along with his entire body and the sheets

"Argh! It's hurting!" He lays on his back and sucks in breaths of air then pushes them out in soft grunts of pain or begs

"Okay. Okay." I sit up on my knees and pull down the blanket to expose his body writhing slightly against the bed with his fists balling up and releasing. "Sweetheart." I blink my eyes as JARVIS turns our light on a dim setting. "Bucky, it's okay. It's just a dream." I reassure his sleeping figure when I grab his shaking head

"N-no!" His jaw clenches against my hands and his eyes are pinched shut when he curls his lips back and spits out a grunt that even feels painful to me. "Stop it!" He demands 

"You're safe, honey." I shush him and lift my healing magic. "It's okay, I'm here." I repeat the sentence of him being just fine and safe as my magic exits my heart and flows down my arms only, it doesn't seep into his head