CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

24 || Perfect / Something

TW

fluff
panic attack
violence

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The blonde assassin jolted from the bed and into the bathroom.

Her heart was beating at an exhilarating pace. Her blood pushed through her body so fast it drowned out every other sound.

Her skin was bathed in cold sweat, and though the air was hot, goosebumps emerged all over her. She couldn't breathe properly. Her lungs weren't far from collapsing in themselves.

The sheer wave of panic that pushed the nauseous feeling in her stomach to the top and ripped her from her sleep flooded every inch of her body.

She sank down on the cold, black-tile marble floor in front of the toilet, and leaned back against the wall.

She tucked her legs to her chest and reste her chin on her knees. She tried to focus on her breathing with her eyes closed.

Her blood was so loud in her ears. It sounded like waves crashing against the coast in a roaring storm - growling and dangerous.

Ears deafened by the sound, M didn't hear Bucky walk into the bathroom.

He sat down next to her on the floor and pulled her over into his chest.

The tornado of her panic attack vanished the second he tucked her into him. But the damage was done.
There was chaos inside of her.

Her lungs were all of the sudden flooded with so much air she had to cough. The agitated muscles in her body relaxed so suddenly she collapsed into herself and into the soldier's chest.

Silenced sobs stuck in her throat.

Bucky placed a long, soothing kiss on the top of her head, before he brought is metal hand up and combed through her hair. His flesh hand clutched hers over her chest. His strong and muscular arms wrapped around her like a cocoon.

"I'm here, doll. You're alright" he mumbled with his lips still pressed against her head "it's okay, baby. What happened?"

He held his blue eyes closed.

The smell of her peachy shampoo lingered in his nose as he inhaled softly in an attempt to breathe with her. To calm her.

Marie was silent.

She curled into his arms and tried to breathe with the rise and fall of his muscular chest.
It was soothing.

The storm inside her own chest settled.
He swathed her in calmth and love, and it eventually brought her back to the shore.
There, she found peace.

The couple sat on the bathroom floor for almost half an hour.

Bucky still combed through her hair and pressed his lips against her blonde crown, while his arms wrapped around her and tucked her into him.

They'd been silent during the time it took for her sobs to slowly fade away.

After some time, the dark-haired man moved his fingers from her hair. Putting them under her chin, he lifted her face to look at her.

A sad smile brushed his lips when he met her eyes. They were red from the crying, but ever so beautiful - the blue almost vibrating in them.

Before his lips found their way on her forehead, his thumbs brushed over her cheeks to wipe the residue of her salty tears away. Then they moved to the tip of her nose, her cheeks, and lastly came to brush against and finally rest on hers.