Lost Heroes *Bucky Barnes love story*

What is Love

*Claire's P.O.V*

Love. It's a feeling I can't really describe. Not the kind you have for parents. Or the kind to give to dear friends. But the burning one. The one where you can't breath if he isn't near. The kind that left you dizzy after kisses. The kind that had you feeling like you were constantly walking on air.

It's the trust as well. Handing over your heart to someone. My most fragile part of me; in the hands of someone else. Never knowing if it will be dropped and broken but still passing it blindly. So many things could go wrong with it. But for the time being if follow him anywhere.

It's the stolen kisses behind closed doors or how his eyes linger on mine for a while. It's the content feeling of happiness you feel when everything is fine. Because as far as I'm concerned, with him I am. It's the feeling of calmness. It's bliss.

The idea that I can call him mine. . . And only mine. Selfish to say the least but I don't care. If you've felt this before you know you wouldn't either. It's how out bodies fit together perfectly no matter the position. It's the lovely feeling of having someone in your corner.

I'd be willing to go a million extra miles for him. It's a sense of protection you give off and the safety he radiates. It's how I feel safe in my own skin. It's the thrill.

There isn't a word to describe love. Due to its mix of emotions I'm afraid I'll never find one.

One Month Later

I plopped down on my bed from the days exhaustion. With no more recruits for the time being Phillips has had me doing paper work, strategy planning, and extra training for myself around the clock. I kicked off my shoes and sighed as I instantly felt more relaxed.

"Hey, darling," I heard Bucky say.
I've become accustomed to him coming in and out of my tent. Moving lazily, I sat up on my bed, "Hi."
He sat down next to me and kissed my forehead and I smiled resting my head on his shoulders.

"Are you tired?" He asked me. "Mhm," is all I responded. "You should go to bed then, doll," he said kissing my head again. "Soon," I said.

He then moved all the way up from the foot of my bed to where the pillows were and motioned me to come over with a loving smile on his face. I sleepily crawled over there and snuggled to his chest as his arms wrapped around me. And once again he kissed my head. I loved those kisses.

"You know, maybe you should take that bun off?" He started. "I'm sure you'll be able to sleep better." So I got rid of my bun and shook my hair into place before laying back down on his heart. "You look beautiful like that," I heard him say and I responded with a light smile before sleep caught me in its grasp.