Marvel x Reader Oneshots

Bucky x Reader: Comfort

A/N this is somewhat of a second part to the last chapter I posted, but I didn't want it to be too long so I decided to split it up! So again: TW sexual assault (indirect mentioning of rape)

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"Do you want to go to bed?" Bucky asked, after you somewhat calmed down. You were still sitting on your couch, crouched over, your head on Buckys chest. Your fiancé was kneeling in front of where you were sat.

"I- " You stopped.

"What is it, love?"

You lifted your head, looking Bucky into the eyes. "I think I'm gonna take a bath first." You were tired as hell, but you still felt so incredibly dirty, you had to get that feeling away first.

"Let's take a shower, that always used to help me." - Your eyes widened at the indirect confession.

Before you could react any further to your fiancés statement though, he was pulling you up gently from the couch and dragging you into the bathroom. You realized that he must have gotten rid of your dress at some point tonight, because it wasn't on the floor where you left it.

"You get ready, I'm gonna turn on the shower for you, okay?"

You nodded and began to undress yourself. After he turned on the shower and got the right temperature, Bucky did so as well, but you stopped him when he got to his boxers. "Could you- I-I mean-"

"Of course, doll." Buck stopped to undress himself, leaving him now in just his boxers.

"I'm sorry-" You started to explain, but Bucky shushed you.

"Come on, let me help you clean yourself up."

Bucky helped you step into the shower and followed suit. You stepped under the shower head and hissed as the hot water hit the scratches on your body. "Is it to hot?" Bucky made a move to cool down the temperature, but you stopped him. "No, just burns," you mentioned to the red marks all over your thighs and hips, up to your torso.

After soaking under the water for a while, Bucky went to grab your shampoo, getting some on his hands and started to massage your scalp. You hummed in satisfaction, not only because you were starting to feel a little cleaner, but because your body seemed to relax more and more under the loving touch of your fiancé.

When Bucky washed the shampoo out, you suddenly realized how drained you were. You almost toppled over, but grabbed Buckys steady arms the last second so you didn't fall. "Here, come, sit." Bucky mentioned for the shower floor. You only hesitated for a second, before deciding that potentially getting the whole bathroom floor wet was a lot less of a pain then falling face first onto the tiles. Now on the floor, Bucky grabbed a cloth from nearby, got it wet and put shower gel on it, before starting to clean your body. You had to admit, you thought it would be way more uncomfortable getting touched like this after the night you experienced. Even though you loved Bucky with all that you were, you were scared that you would freak out - which no one would be surprised or mad about - but it was the complete opposite. The careful and gentle strokes you felt, actually brought your body to calm down a lot. The only time you flinched was when Bucky came to far near your thighs. Your whole body went stiff again. "I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't be. I get it love." Instead of getting mad that you didn't want to be touched by your own fiancé, Bucky was understanding. You didn't dare think about how or why he was able to know the way you were feeling, because if you let yourself think about all the things he had been through you would just feel the need to throw up again. Let alone the anger that was making it's way into your head.

Bucky gave you the cloth and helped you stand again, after he finished cleaning your face, arms, back, torso and calves, so that you could clean the rest yourself.

When you were done, Bucky stepped out of the shower and got you and him a towel and before you knew it, you were wearing your favourite hoodie of his and laying in your bed. But Bucky was still rummaging in the bathroom. After another few seconds of waiting you got too impatient: "Buck?" You almost whined and looked at the clock on your nightstand, it was well past 2 in the morning.

"I'm here, I'm here." Buck came out of the bathroom and stepped into your bedroom. He turned of all the lights and grabbed the pillow from his side of the bed, to lay down on the floor. Before he laid down though, he came up to your side of the bed and grabbed your hand.

"I love you, Y/N. And I am so sorry this happened to you." He said and pressed his lips to your knuckles. The love he had in his eyes made you melt. You were so glad to have him in your life. To be able to call him yours, to love him.

"Sleep in the bed with me," you said.

"I don't want you to feel-"

"Please."

Without another word, Bucky grabbed his pillow from the floor and joined you in your bed. "Are you sure?" You two were facing each other now.

"I am. And I love you too, so much."

- 922 words