Because our family doesn't decide who we are, we decide who we are

I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'd never let you go

*Ivy's pov*
I open my eyes and see a familiar metal arm wrapped around me. I turn and engulf this man in a big bear hug.
"Bucky!" I say through my tears, "oh my god! You're alive? I thought I'd never see you again." I look up at him and he's crying a bit too.
"I'm so happy you're alive, Ivy," he says, "I thought for sure they had killed you for helping me hold onto myself. I didn't want to leave you."
I start crying more heavily at the recent memory of the nightmare.
"Hey," Bucky says gently, "hey. What was the nightmare?"
I'm nearly hyperventilating as I say, "my first time in the Room."
He closes his eyes and pulls me closer so my head is against his chest. I just cry for a while in the safety and comfort of his arms, of the only one who remotely understands what I've seen. After about ten minutes, I let out a big yawn.
"Hey," he says, "I'm gonna let you get some sleep."
He stands up and walks out the door.