Torn {Bucky Barnes FanFic}

Chapter 7

"Of course," I said quickly. "Of course, I'll stay."

He let go of me and crossed the room to his dresser. He opened a drawer and fumbled around for a moment, then pulled out a large shirt.

"Here," he came back over and handed it to me, "I don't know if you want to change or-"

I took it instantly and thanked him. He turned around as I began changing, and I smiled to myself. After I finished putting his shirt on, I turned around and walked over to him.

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" I asked quietly, wrapping my arms around his.

He nodded silently. I took his hand, and lead him towards his bed. It was meticulously made, like a soldier's. I pulled back the sheets and clambered in. He followed me, and laid down next to me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked after a few moments.

He thought for minute, and I put my head on his shoulder. When he stayed silent, I reached over to his opposite shoulder. His breath caught as I gently touched the area between his scarred skin and the smooth metal.

"You can tell me," I whispered. "It won't change anything."

He sighed and closed his eyes. "They took Steve and," he paused for a moment and blew air out of his nose, "And you. And they told me to choose who I could save, and that if I didn't choose, they'd kill both of you."

I though I felt my heart break as he talked. All I wanted was to make everything bad he felt go away. But I knew I couldn't do that. All I could do was be there. To talk if he wanted to me to talk; to listen if he wanted me to listen; to just lay there if he just wanted me to lay there. I kind of assumed he wanted the latter, so I scooted even closer to him and pressed my lips against his neck softy. His arm wound its way around my waist, and his cheek settled atop my head.

"It's okay, it's just a dream."

"I know," he sighed. "I know."

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I woke up the next morning wedged between Bucky's arm and his torso. He snored softly beside me, his hair falling across his face. I smiled to myself and pulled his arm closer to me. He exhaled loudly and shifted slightly, putting his head in the crook of my neck. I smiled even wider, and put my hand back on his face.

"Morning."

"Hey," he said quietly and opened his eyes a little bit.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Better after you came."

I turned so that I was facing his chest, and kissed his shoulder. "Good."

He pressed his lips to my forehead and propped himself up on some pillows so be was sitting up a little more. I sat up and gathered my hair on top of my head in a bun.

"I need coffee," I announced, and he smiled at me.

I crossed the room and found my clothes from the night before on the couch. I pulled my jeans on under the shirt and tucked it in.

"I think I'll keep this," I smirked and walked back over to Bucky.

He rose his eyebrows and put his hand on my hip as I reached the side of the bed. "That makes things a little obvious, doesn't it?"