mcu oneshots

through this night (BUCKY)

bucky x y/n, fluff

concept: its buckys first night in the compound, and your room is next to his. you hear him having a nightmare so you go to comfort him

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"y/n? are you here?" a man asked as he knocked on your door. you perked your head up as you said yes. just then, your door opens and steve comes in leaning on your doorframe. "you busy?" he asks crossing his arms. you shook your head. 

"no, im not." you stood up from your bed. "why? whats the matter?" you asked, now walking near him. he smiles, and reaches his hand out for yours. "theres someone i want you to meet! come on." you reach your hand out as he grabs your wrist.

walking down to the first floor, he lets go of you as he walks up to a man sitting in the far left corner of the room. you couldnt really get a good look at him due to the other avengers blocking him from eyesight, so you walk up to him.

he was kind of bulky from everything he was wearing. he had medium length brown hair, sky blue eyes, and something that caught your eye. a metal arm with a red star on it. you didnt stare though. just gave him a good look up and down.

he was staring off into the distance in and is locked in his own mind. he was nervous, you could tell. you have been studying body language for a few years now, and spotting anxiety was a piece of cake for you. 

"y/n, this is my friend bucky. everyone else already met him." steve smiled at you. you look back at bucky, and he is completely spaced out. your shoulders drop a bit when you look back at steve. you both walked away from bucky for a minute.

"hes gonna be sleeping in that room next to yours." steve exclaimed, and the hairs on the back of your neck raised. "are you sure? it looks like he hates me." you were an overthinker. his blank expression was hard for you to read, so your first that is that he didnt like you. 

"y/n, hes nervous. imagine you being in a new place, surrounded by new people." steve had a point. those words brought you back to your first day. you couldnt sleep for a week and couldnt bring yourself to talk to anyone for a few days. you were nervous then as well.

as the bright day turned into a dark, shadowy night, you were laying on your bed looking at the celling. you had the album FIne Line on record. as the music was flowing through your ears, you felt your body start to relax and your eyes started getting heavy. 

as sleep was about to take over your body, you heard a scream in the room next to yours. your eyes shot open as you look over at your door. was that bucky? thinking he might be hurt, you got up and rushed to his room.

as you got to his door, you knocked on it. no reply. maybe he got hurt? you gently open the door. you peek your head in to see bucky. he is laying on his back with sweat dripping off his body and is hands clenched on his hair.

you quietly enter his room and walk up to his bed slowly. stopping at the foot of it, you whisper. "bucky?" just then, he jolts himself, sitting up and staring you dead in the eyes. he examines you up and down, and slowly relaxes. "what do you want?" he murmured.

"well...i heard a scream. i came to check on you. are you okay?" you ask. he sighs, and crossed his legs. "yeah, im fine." you could tell he was lying. you walk to the right hand side of his bed, and looked down at him. "may i sit here?"  

bucky nodded, and moved over so you can take a seat. "nightmares are the worst." you sighed out, and bucky looked at you, taking a double take. "how...did you know what it was?" he asked. you looked at him, and shrugged. "steve told me." he shook his head "figures." 

"i used to get bad nightmares when i was younger," you exclaimed. "but now? i kinda enjoy them." you smile to yourself, looking in the distance. bucky had a shocked expression on his face as he looked to see what you were looking at, but was met with a bare wall. 

"how?" was all he can muster to say

"because youre asleep. its like a horror movie, but youre completely safe." you smile to yourself. you look over at bucky, and he had a spark of joy in his eyes. a spark of hope. "yeah, i guess youre right." he smiled, and looked down.

"whats your favorite memory, barnes?" you asked, laying down in his bed. he moved over, and layed down next to you. "well, i read the hobbit in 1937 when it first came out." he chuckled. you jolted up and leaned on your elbows, looking down at him. 

"really? lucky! i love the hobbit!" you exclaimed as you layed back down again. "really? whos youre favorite character? mines gandalf." he turned his head to look at you. you thought for a moment, and looked back at him. "i really like legolas." you chuckle. 

you and bucky talked and laughed the night away until you both got tired again. he asked you to stay the night incase he gets another bad dream. of course, you agreed. you and bucky slept next to each other peacefully until the next morning came.