Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

35. Touches and bruises

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

My hand grips on to the door handle, pressing it down before opening the door. Stepping through the door frame I see a shadow sitting on my window bay with their elbows on their knees and their hands pulling at the strands in their hair. I move across the room knowing who it is from the light shining on the metal.

Seeing the big red star plastered on Bucky's arm. I stand in front of him pulling his hands out of his head, he lets me which surprises me.

"Why do I remember him? Who is he?" Bucky exclaimed tilting his head back so he could see my eyes.

"It's not my story to tell Buck..." I spoke softly threading my fingers through his hair. He nods understandably as I run my free hand down his face seeing the damage the two former best friends inflicted on each other. "But I do know where you can start but right now let's get you cleaned up" I smiled softly at him as he nods reluctantly before I pulled my hands away only to hold my hand out for him.

He looks down at it before looking up at me before instantly gripping my hand into his giant one. His fingers slide into mine as I helped him up from the bay window, he stands tall towering over my five foot four height. I trail him towards the bathroom opening the door up, I guide him towards the toilet lid.

Letting go off his hand reluctantly as Bucky sat himself down with a soft heavy sigh. "I'm going to get out of these wet clothes, I'll be back in two. Okay?" I smiled over at him as he nods his head watching me while I left the room .

I quickly replaced my wet sticky clothing into a pair of my classic long oversized t-shift. Putting the wet gear into the washing basket before walking into the bathroom to see Bucky lost in deep thought. He realises I'm there when I had grabbed the first aid and am kneeling in front of him.

I see his eyes half hooded almost like he is going to fall unconscious any moment. I reached up holding his face between my hands.

"Stay with me, Bucky, keep your eyes open" I spoke gently, rubbing softly on his cheeks. "Come on let me see those blue eyes of yours" I pleaded, scared that he actually tormented his scull from the hits as Bucky flutters his eyes open slightly giving me a tired look.

"Tired, dawn" Bucky groaned out, pitching his eyes shut.

"No no no, no sleep! Bucky awake yes, no sleep" I spoke quickly, softly tapping his cheeks to keep him up. I watch as he opens his eyes before I let go of his face and reach down towards the medical box and grabbed alcohol and cotton buds.

We both made small talk to try keep Bucky awake as long as possible, I asked Bucky random questions to keep him thinking and not falling asleep. I tried to give him easy questions but there's not much to go by from not being able to live his life just like me months ago.

Bucky mostly talked about his knives and guns collection, his motorbike and me which got me fonding over him but the way Bucky seemed to speak more than usual towards me than he normally does as he spoke more eagerly shows that he was relaxing.

However, he still tensed as I put some antibiotic ointment in my hands and rubbed it on the slashed busted lip with this deep frown on my face as I stared at it. I'm definitely not thinking of wanting to taste these lips.

Bucky doesn't see me staring at his lips in lust but he does tense as if he thought of something that he doesn't understand. Which causes me to glance up at him in question.