The Red Devil Bucky Barnes x male reader

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It was an uncomfortable kinda of sleep, it was the type that clearly  wasn't planned for but was suddenly very needed, your head laid still ontop of you're arms that you used as a make shift pillow so you're head wouldn't be solely against the hard kitchen table. Your back stiff from the angle it had been in for the past few hours, up right in a chair but resting on a table slightly too low, there was also a distant ache behind your eyes which you now kept closed for that reason in hopes it would ease the dull ache behind the sockets

The room was mostly silent or at least silent from people, all that could be heard was the sound of an old clock ticking every so often, until the sound of a door opening  and then shutting was heard as well as the sound of boots walking into the kitchen, you however didnt seem to prosses the new sounds

моя любовь-
(My love-)

The sentence was stopped as soon as he seen you and there was a breif pause

ох блин, только не снова
(oh damn, not again)

Misha immediately put down the brown paper bag he had carried in with him and quickly walked over to the kitchen table. To one side of you laid your silver lighter and almost empty packet of cigarettes next to the ash tray which wasn't uncommon for you. And in frount of you was an empty glass and just to the right of that glass was a half empty bottle of whisky

A small sigh left Mishas lips as he picked up the empty glass and half empty bottle and put it away before he made he way back to you

дорогая, ты не можешь продолжать делать это с собой, я думал, что становится лучше
(honey you can't keep doing this to yourself I thought it was getting better)

His words were soft and patient with a tone of concern mix in with it.  He crouched down slightly so he could see your face and all you could respond with was a small drunken grumble

Mishas expression fell slightly his hand found itself on the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek slightly in a caring manner

давай уложим тебя спать, любовь моя
(let's put you to bed, my love)

And it was not long after that his arms wrapped around you and he picked you up almost as if you weighed nothing, where he then carried you towards the small bedroom you both shared

все будет хорошо, это просто случайность
(everything will be fine, it's just an accident)

Soon you were placed gently into the bed and were covered by a blanket, Misha move a strand of hair out of your face and planted a kiss on your forehead before he left the room to retrieve a glass of water as well as a jug just in case you ended up being sick at some point

Misha came back in placing the glass of water on the bedside table next to you and then placed the jug on the floor next to the bed so it was close enough to you that youd be able to reach it if you suddenly needed to

Then Misha got into bed behind you, his arm wrapped over your side and then pulled you back slightly so that your back was flush against his chest as if he felt the need to protect you as you sleept off the alcohol that was in your system.