Changed. Bucky x OC

.Rid.

I feel hot and cold. My entire body is shivering. I have been throwing up I can barely do anything I feel weak, sicker then I have ever been. I hate withdrawal. 

Bucky is trying to guide me through it. Sometimes I just feel like he's the only thing holding me up, sometimes he is cause I am getting dizzy too. I haven't had a drink in 2 days 3 hours 43 minutes and 12 seconds, but whose counting?

I feel worse than I have ever felt before. I am also seeing clearer. Considering I've spent the past 2 months drunk I am only now realising everything. Like how much I was actually relying on the stuff. It was the only thing that made the pain go away, and the only thing that got me to sleep. Now I am having to go through withdrawal and grief all in one neat package. 

Fuck this. I hate it. 

Bucky is asleep beside me snoring away, whilst I stare at the celling. Amongst all the drama when he was clearing the place of alcohol he missed a bottle. Above the fridge in the cabinet at the back behind the napkins. 

I slowly get out of bed trying to keep him asleep. I make my way to the kitchen and get the bottle out of the cabinet whilst remaining as quiet as possible, Helps that I'm an ex assassin. I grab the bottle of red wine and pour a glass out. 

Suddenly it is almost like I don't want to drink it. I stand there staring at the cup for what seems like forever. If I drink it I am ruining all the progress I have made. I don't want to relapse I can't put Bucky through this. 

But I really want to drink it. 

Bucky's perspective. 

I turn over and notice Via isn't next to me. Both of us a pretty heavy sleepers when the other one is there but the minute they leave we're awake. I can't hear anything around me so I don't even know if she is in the apartment. 

I get up throwing on some sweatpants and walk out to the kitchen. 

Via is standing there looking at a glass of wine. My stomach drops immediety. I have been watching her trying to help her as best I could but obviously I didn't remove all the alchol nor did I help her completely. 

"Are you gonna drink it?" I ask. 

I can tell she hasn't had a sip yet. Either she has just poured it, or something is stopping her, I hope its the latter. 

"I want to" She answers eyes still fixated on the glass. 

"But are you going to?" She turns to look at me and I can see the conflict in her eyes. Like she has a devil on one shoulder telling her to give in, feed the addiction and an angel on the other telling her to fight. 

Via is the strongest person I know she has been through so much. Though I have too she did it from a younger age and she has had to endure this miscarriage. Yet she is still fighting. 

"Via?" I ask. 

She doesn't answer me instead she walks around me through the bedroom to the bathroom. She turns on the shower and just sits on the shower floor fully clothed staring straight ahead. I join her not saying anything. I put a hand on her shoulder and she folds into me. Laying her head on my chest. 

I can hear her sobbing over the sound of our shit water pressure. Balling her eyes out. She's partially screaming and crying. I used that goggle or google thing I don't know what it's called but I did some research to find out more about how to help her during this. 

I know she is going trough pain and that it is not just emotional pain that she is hurting, physically. Once she stops crying a bit I turn the water off helping her out I dry her. Changing her into some dry clothes of mine. I lay her in bed propping myself up against the headboard I place her head on my lap softly stroking her hair so she will sleep. 

She feels really hot but it shaking like she is cold. I wish I could help her more. 

"Te iubesc atat de mult" I whisper. 

Via's perspective. 

I wake up on Bucky's lap my head resting against his thigh. I look up at him to find his head back mouth open, he's dead asleep. Yet he is still stroking my hair. I remember him doing it a little last night but he is still doing it as he is sleeping. 

I get up going to the kitchen to make some coffee. There I see the glass of wine and the bottle. I freeze for a minute. I thought Bucky cleaned it up? I walk over to it. I bring the cup up to my face and sniff the wine. I feel my entire body pull towards it wanting more then just the smell. 

"No" I whisper. 

I grab the glass and tip it down the sink along with the rest of the bottle. I close my eyes leaning into the counter a little bit. Feeling proud of myself for being able to pull away. I hear someone cough in the corner. 

I turn around and find Bucky there staring at me with a smile. 

"You got rid of it" He says beaming. I realise he left it out to see what I'd do. 

"I got rid of it" I repeat. He comes towards me wrapping his arms around my shoulders. He kisses the top of my head. 

A/N.

Just a short one sorry guys, there will be a little more about Via's recovery. Only a couple more chapters till Steve comes to Bucharest which I am SOOO excited to write. I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. This sort of stuff is hard for me to write but I think I am doing okay?