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Marvel - Bucky Barnes (Part 1)

Imagine you have nightmares after the Battle of New York and you find comfort in an unlikely person.

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"Phil!" You screamed as you ran towards him. He was slumped against the wall, a gaping hole in his chest where he had been stabbed. He was struggling to breathe, blood slowly falling from the corner of his mouth.

"(Y/N)," he gasped, reaching out for you. You knelt beside him, tears streaming down your face.

"It's going to be ok; you're going to be fine," You lied to yourself and him as you tried to apply pressure to the wound.

He reached out his hand, stroking your cheek, wiping the tears away that wouldn't stop falling. He softly smiled at you, eyes slowly blinking as he felt himself begin to drift away. You could tell that he wanted to say something but you suddenly felt someone pulling you away from him.

"No! Let me go!" you yelled, trying to free yourself from whoever was restraining you from getting closer to him. "PHIL!"

You woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed. The nightmare that had been plaguing you for over a year now replaying over and over in your head. You could feel the wave of nausea making its way up. You ran to your bathroom, barely making it in time before getting sick. There was a knock on your bedroom door.

"(Y/N)? Doll, are you ok?" You could hear Bucky's footsteps making their way towards the bathroom. He gently opened the door, finding you curled up in a ball on the cold tile. "Oh doll, come here." He picked you up bridle style and carried you back to the bed. He laid you down gently, going back into the bathroom to get a cold rag. He gently placed it on the back of your neck while his other hand gently rubbed your back.

"Nightmare again?" he asked. You nodded your head yes. "Do you want to talk about it?" You shook your head no. Bucky leaned back in the bed, bringing you with him so your head was laying on his chest. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up around you both. "It's ok doll, I'm not going anywhere."

Bucky hadn't been with the team for long. The two of you had grown very attached to each other when it was discovered that you both suffered from severe PTSD and nightmares. His were from his days as the Winter Soldier, yours were from the day you lost Phil. Losing him was one of the most traumatic experiences you had ever had. He was the one that trained you after Fury, Natasha, and Clint rescued you from an old Hydra base. Phil became your rock and biggest support once you officially became a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. After Phil's death, the fear of losing someone again kept you from getting close to anyone else.

Bucky, however, changed that. You both had lost so much that in your grieving and loss, you found each other. You looked out for each other on missions and were there for every nightmare. The team tried to figure out what exactly this new relationship or bond meant. Were you two just friends? More than friends? You weren't sure you and Bucky even knew but little did you know that those questions would soon be answered.

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The next morning, the entire team was called into the conference room. Thor had returned from Asgard. You felt as if you were hungover, the nightmare still wreaking havoc on your system. Bucky laced his fingers in yours as he guided you into the room and to a chair, never once letting go of your hand. He squeezed it gently, giving you a soft smile, knowing how exhausted you felt. Clint made his way over with a mug and sat it in front of you. You groaned.

"Clint, I appreciate the gesture, but coffee is the last thing I want right now," you said as you felt your stomach become queasy again.

"It's herbal tea." He replied with a smile. "I heard you last night and was on my way to check on you when I found you to be well taken care of." He patted Bucky on the shoulder and made his way to his own seat.