AVENGER IMAGINES

Bucky - Leave

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Bucky.
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Leave.
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Bucky wriggled around the bed trying to find a comfortable sleeping position, or so you thought. Truth was he was having a horrible, gory nightmare.

It wasn't just one thing, it was flashes of his worst fears - all of them.

Of course you weren't too bothered by his fidgeting, you had grown used to it over the 14 months you had been dating, it became somewhat of a reassurance that he was still breathing.

He had a horrible habit of holdimg his breath during his sleep, he could hold it for over three minutes. The first time you stayed the night this had happened and you almost had a heart attack.

You were forcefully pulled from your sleepy thoughts as Bucky's cold metal hand placed its self on the small of your back.

"Buuuck.. Stop. Nooo." You groaned out as you tried to wriggle away from his cold touch to no avail.

"Bucky." You hummed as you turned to face the sleeping beauty.

You jolted back a little when your eyes adjusted and seen Bucky laaying facing you, his eyes wide open.

"Can't sleep?" You asked softly as your worm your way closer to him.

"оставлять." (*leave*) Bucky whispered dangerously low, his face inches from yours.

"Excuse me?" You asked, with your sleepy state it wasn't hard to confuse you.

"оставлять..." (*leave*) Bucky's voice trailed out the dangerous word, his anger bubbling up inside him.

"I don't und-" you didn't get to finish your sentence as Bucky forcefully - and roughly pushed you from the bed. Your back making contact with the hardwood floor in a mere three seconds.

You let out a loud and exasperated groan as you rolled on to your side.

"What the shit Bucky?!" You whisper yelled, you didn't want to wake up Steve - who became Bucky's roommate a little over two years ago. He didn't like living alone all that much.

You didn't have time to react as Bucky bolted from the bed and reached his metal fingers around your throat, lifting you from the ground.

"Bucky!" You choked out desperately.

His grip got tighter as he pushed you against the wall, you lungs burning from lack of oxygen.

"Оставьте , прежде чем я убью тебя ." (*leave, before I kill you.*) Bucky barked out in Russian. His face blank of emotional.

Of course this wasn't the first time something like this had happened. It rarely did. However never to this extent. Most of the time it was just a punch or a kick, even a headbutt on a few occasions while he would fling his body about the bed. His nightmares or night terrors as some called them - normally consisted of Hydra, his time as the Winter Solider or flash images of the faces of people he had killed over the near 80 years of his brain wash.

He never forgot a face or a name. They all haunted him.

The most active face he would see was Howard Stark. His old friend, Howard used to customise special and specific weapons for the Howling Commandos.