His Girl || B.B

3.

I woke up in the middle of the night. I grab my phone, and take it off the charger, trying to find out what time it is.

11:15 P.M., Wednesday, July 1st.

Why couldn't I have just slept through the whole night?

I get up, my head immediately wanting to be back on the pillow due to the banging it's causing. I go to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My hair is such a mess, and my face is so red and puffy. I splash some cold water on my face before walking downstairs to get something to drink.

I stumble into the kitchen, tripping on literally nothing. I grab a bottle of water from the huge fridge, and sit at the table.

Some foot steps startle me, and I look up to see Steve.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I ask.

"No, no, I just can't sleep." He tells me. "How are you liking it here so far? I've seen you and Bucky talking a lot lately."

"Yeah, he's sweet. It's nice here." I tell him, truthfully.

"I've seen the way he looks at you, Avery. I can tell you, Bucky usually doesn't date, but I can tell he's really interested in you. I know it hasn't been long, but he's been a best friend since, well, ever." Steve tells me.

I smile at him, taking the last sip of my water.

"I should get to bed." I tell him.

"Alright, goodnight Avery."

I rush up the stairs, desperate for no human interaction right now. That is until I lay down in my bed.

The tears fall, uncontrollably, once again. My body shakes under the warm blankets, and my sobs become uncountable.

I rush the bathroom, ready to throw up, but nothing comes out. I'm not cut out for this job. I grab the razor from the shower, desperate to make the pain go away.

I can't do it. My tears are too much. My body starts shaking too much, and it becomes too much for me to handle. I collapse on the floor, kind of wanting someone to find me.

As if on cue, the door opens, and I'm scooped up into someone's arms. I don't even know who it is, and I just sob uncontrollably in their arms, on the cold, bathroom tile floor.

"Hey, it's okay." A familiar voice says.

Bucky.

I look up to see Bucky's sweet, blue eyes gazing upon me.

"It's okay, just breathe." He reassures me, caressing my hair.

After about ten minutes of me full-on sobbing in Bucky's arms, he brings me to my bed.

"What's wrong, sweet girl?" He asks me, so nicely, so gentle.

"I don't know Bucky. I'm scared. I'm so stressed out and I just, I can't do this." I tell him honestly.

"Oh, Avery. I promise it's going to be okay." He tells me, scooping me back up into his arms.

As I start to calm down, I pull away from Bucky.

"Did I wake you up?" I ask him.

"Yeah, but it's okay. I'm happy you did."

I smile. "Me too."

Bucky helps me under the covers.

"I'll see you tomorrow, doll." He says, starting to leave the room.

"Wait! Please, don't go. Can you... Can you stay with me please?" I beg.

He looks at me, a small smile taking over his face. "Sure." He gets comfortable on the floor.

"No, don't sleep down there." I tell him, and without hesitation, he comes up to the bed.

I start to doze off to sleep from the warmth radiating from Bucky's body, until my mind suddenly wants something.

I turn around to face Bucky. He's half asleep, but I wiggle right in between his arms, and he pulls me close to him. This is what I need.

Bucky's soft snores eventually stir me to sleep.

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I wake up to the light being brought in by the sun through the curtains. I stretch, and turn to my side, finding Bucky fast asleep.

I check my phone. 10:48 A.M.

I stretch a bit more, and then start to get up, before being pulled back down by a cold arm.

"Hi doll." Bucky says to me, the nickname making me smile.

"Hey."

He wraps me in his arms.

"Thank you, by the way. For helping me yesterday." I thank him.

"Don't worry about it." He tells me.

I nod against his chest, knowing I will forever worry about it and never forget it.

"You excited for your party tomorrow?" He asks me.

"No, not really."

"Hm. You hungry, doll?"

"Yes, actually. My body feels empty." I reply to his question.

"Okay, let's go downstairs." He tells me, getting out of bed.

I put my hand in his, and we walk downstairs to the kitchen. Nat, Sam, and Steve are already down there making some food.

"Rough night?" Nat asks me, getting the wrong idea.

"We didn't hook up, calm down." I tell her, going for a hug.

She hugs me back, and then I start on the toast. All the boys sit down at the table.

I can hear them talking, without really making out what they're saying, until I hear Bucky clearly.

"I've never met anyone like her." Bucky says, trying to say it quietly.

Heat creeps up to my cheeks from my chest, turning them a deep shade of pink.

I butter my toast quickly and sit down, next to Bucky. They all turn silent, making me giggle to myself a little.

I eat my toast quickly, starving for food.

"You feel better?" Bucky asks me, and I nod.

"Good." He says in agreement.

When we are all done eating breakfast, Tony lets us know we have a tiny mission to tend to.

We just have to grab some information on a big boat, some people are stupid enough to write that shit on pieces of paper.

"Okay. The people for this mission are Steve, Bucky, Avery, Sam, and Wanda." Tony says.

I turn to the second redhead girl, her smiling widely.

"My first mission." I mutter under my breath.

"Go get your suits on! Because you guys got got go, now."