Run To You

In Repair

Inspiration: "In Repair" ~ John Mayer

"Too many corners in my mind,

So much to do to set my heart right.

Oh, it's taking so long,

I could be wrong, I could be ready.

Oh, but if I take my heart's advice,

I should assume it's still unsteady.

I am in repair...I'm not together but I'm getting there..."

Andrew got the surprise of his life when two Avengers showed up at his front door. He'd never felt so lucky or terrified.

"Can I help you gentlemen?"

"We're here for [Y/N]'s things," Bucky all but snarled. Andrew dropped his façade immediately.

"Is she fucking both of you too? You should probably get yourselves checked she's always been a who—." Andrew didn't have a chance to finish his vile sentence before Bucky sucker punched him square in the jaw. Stumbling backwards in shock, Andrew balled up his fists to retaliate but the murderous glint in not just Bucky's eyes made him reconsider.

"What the hell was that for, you fucking psycho?!" he screamed. Bucky moved to punch him again but Steve stepped in, grabbing the appalling man by the throat and slamming him into the wall.

"Listen here and listen well, asshole," Steve hissed, "You're not to ever call [Y/N] or any other woman that word again. In fact, you're not allowed to even breath in [Y/N]'s general fucking direction. If she gets so much as a papercut in your vicinity I will hunt you down and put you in the ground myself. I won't even need a metal arm to do it. Is that clear?" Andrew didn't even have the dignity to keep from wetting himself out of fear. Steve released the atrocious man with disgust.

"Where are [Y/N]'s belongings?" Bucky demanded. Andrew pointed to a pile of three messily packed boxes next to the front door. Steve and Bucky grabbed them hastily, not wanting to stand in the same room as this cowardly reject of man any longer than necessary. On the way out the door, Bucky turned around and leveled Andrew with his gaze.

"You better pray I don't ever hear your name again or I'll find you and show you exactly how HYDRA turned me into the Winter Soldier." Andrew's eyes widened in absolute terror as he wet himself even further; Bucky rolled his eyes in revulsion and stalked out of the house. Absolutely pathetic, he thought to himself.

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You woke up exceptionally warm. Your face was smushed into a familiar broad chest which made breathing just a tad difficult. Sam had always been a full body snuggler and last night was no exception.

"Oof, Sammy!" you whined into his chest while simultaneously trying to separate your limbs from his.

"Wha-What?" Sam mumbled, still half asleep, "[Y/N], what's wrong?" Your determined movements pulled him into consciousness.

"I can't breathe!" you complained.

"Oh shit. Sorry, Tink," he laughed. Rolling your eyes, you rubbed feeling back into your aching limbs. You'd never get used to just how heavy he was.

This was the first time Sam had woken up next to you in his own room. He always loved how adorable you looked with sleep mussed hair and a cranky disposition. You disappeared into the bathroom. Despite everything that transpired yesterday, last night was the best night's sleep he could ever remember having. A plume of hope flared in his chest at the idea of being able to wake up next to you for the rest of his life. He shook that thought from his head immediately; you weren't his. You were never his.