Initiation ▷ BUCKY BARNES

FOUR

IT HAD BEEN OVER TWO MONTHS SINCE AVERY HAD MET BUCKY and since then they'd spent pretty much every minute of every day together.

From the day she'd finally found out his name, Avery had asked him whether he preferred his full name or his nickname. Bucky had stated that he didn't particularly like it when people called him James, but for some reason he seemed to like her calling him by his full name.

Perhaps it was because he was ever so slowly falling for the dark haired woman, but he didn't know for sure.

That particular evening had been the night of revelations.

Bucky had spent the whole night telling Avery about his past, as much of it as he could remember anyway. He'd finally told her who he truly was whilst under the influence of Hydra – the evil nazi science organisation that was trying to take the world by storm – and how he had been forced into being their personal assassin over the last seventy years.

Avery had cried when she found out about all the torture he'd been through whilst under Hydra's wing. She could only imagine the horrors, whilst Bucky had lived through them. No wonder he was how he was; so broken and ever so fragile, like china. Avery was beginning to understand him now, and it pained her to know about everything that he'd been through.

Bucky had been cautious when he'd told Avery about his life as an assassin. The last thing that he wanted was for Avery to be scared of him, but she wasn't. Avery understood that Bucky didn't have control of himself whilst he was working with Hydra – he couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong but all that mattered was that he could now.

At the moment a rather exhausted Bucky was sprawled out across the sofa, clutching his head whilst it was buried in a cushion.

"Bucky, are you alright?" Avery asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

The brunette walked over to him with her crutches in hand and took a seat beside him. Feeling the sofa sink down slightly, Bucky raised his head and smiled at Avery who returned the gesture.

"I'm fine, sweetheart."

Avery bit her lip and frowned before leaning forwards to press her palm to Bucky's forehead. "You're burning up."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning that you're getting ill."

Bucky scoffed and sat up before lazily wrapping one of his arms around Avery and pulled her towards him.

"Super soldiers don't get ill, sweetheart."

Bucky had been incredibly touchy with Avery over the last few days. She wasn't complaining as she liked having his full attention, but it had all come as a shock to her. Alongside that, he'd also started calling her pet names more frequently with his favourite ones being; sweetheart, doll and angel.

"There's a first time for everything. Now, can you do me a favour?"

"Whatever you wish, angel."

Avery smiled and her heart fluttered at his comment, but the brunette managed to fight off a blush from forming on her cheeks. "Can you try to get some rest in the bed?"

Bucky skeptically raised his eyebrows at the woman, "And what about you?"

"I'll watch some TV while you sleep. I just want you to have a good rest. You've been sleeping on the sofa for months now, surely you must miss sleeping on a bed."

Bucky was silent as he thought about what Avery had said and sighed in defeat. "When you're ready to sleep, wake me up and I'll move."

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