One Night In Brooklyn | Bucky Barnes 1940's

Saturday - 01.01 AM

The air in the room was cool, the lights from outside hit the white sheets hanging from the canopy over Eloise's bed.
She rested above the covers, her hands tucked beneath one side of her face as she watched Bucky stare up at the ceiling. They had been laying there for hours, whispering, even though there was no need to whisper. The occasional honk from a car or loud shriek from a group of tipsy girls walking home would remind them that the city wasn't asleep yet.
"Tell me something. Make it a really good one." Bucky whispered.
Eloise smiled, her heart fluttering in her chest at the familiarity of it all.
She let her eyes wander a bit, pretending to think about what she was going to say. But she already knew. She had known the second he rode off on that train a year ago.
"I missed you" She whispered back.
Bucky's head turned so fast that it almost startled her. His eyes wore an unfamiliar expression as he searched her face. His mouth slipped into a soft smile.
"What?" Eloise chuckled. "You asked for a really good one" She shrugged.
He turned his body towards hers, wrapping her in his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"I think that's the best one yet" He whispered.
As they drifted off to sleep, Eloise would wake up every now and then at first, making sure he was actually there. And each time her eyes pried open with force she would see him lying next to her. His features looked so boyish and the worry lines between his eyebrows had faded in his relaxed state. She rested her hands over his chest to feel it rise and fall slowly.
She wasn't sure if it was excitement or worry that wouldn't let her sleep, the lines were awfully blurred as she watched him. She pushed his hair back from his forehead and fell back next to him, drifting off to heavy sleep.

Eloise wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up with a jolt of fear. Bucky had jumped up, gasping for air, his hand frantically searching around the covers.
"It won't hold–It won't–" He gasped.
"Bucky!" Eloise jumped up next to him. Her hands found his shoulder, carefully twisting him so that his eyes would land on her. His first reaction was to flinch at her touch, and she could feel him trying to pull away from the hand that rested on his left shoulder. When he finally looked at her, he looked like he had seen a ghost. His eyes were wide with fear, his chest was heaving. He clasped his hand around her wrist, looking at her for a few seconds. Almost as if he was surprised that she was there.
"Eloise..." He finally managed, his hand reaching for her face.
"You're safe" She whispered, trying to not let her voice break. "You're in bed. You're in Brooklyn. You're here with me."
He touched her as if he had to verify to himself that she was actually there, that she was actually real.
"Say it" She shook him gently, trying to hold back the fear that was bubbling over inside of her.
"I'm s-safe" He nodded along.
"You're in bed" She stated again, for him to repeat.
"I'm in bed" He followed.
"You're in Brooklyn"
"I'm in Brooklyn"
"You're here with me."
"I'm here with you" he nodded, his hand caressing her face as the other one stroked up and down her arm.
It took a few minutes for him to lay back down. Eloise gently laid down next to him and twisted her fingers into his, holding his hand tightly as he went back to sleep.
But she couldn't.
After an hour she managed to tangle herself free and head out to the balcony. She smoked cigarette after cigarette.
Her head swam with Sam's words 'It was...a lot out there, Miss. I want you to keep that in mind when he comes back. Some men returning aren't the same'
The sun was starting to peek over the horizon when Eloise finally wandered back into bed. She snuck beneath the covers and Bucky immediately wrapped her in his arms, as if he had been waiting for her to come back.