Daybreak (Bucky Barnes Fan Fiction)

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I hated sleeping. It was so time-consuming. I was laying on my side, facing the massive wall of windows on the opposite side of the room. Bucky moved around in the bed, his arms leaving my torso as he turned his back to me. I glanced over my shoulder, frowning softly at him. I liked when he held me. It had become a habit of his and it soothed both of us.

He mumbled something under his breath, something in Russian. I decided to turn over and watch him for a few moments. That's when I realized he was holding on to the pillow impossibly tight. I got up on my hands and knees, and reached over Bucky to turn on the lamp, but just as I was twisting the switch, I was pushed out of the bed and across the floor.

"Damn it." I cursed, wincing at the pain in my hip from the way I had hit the floor. Okay, so leaning over Bucky while he was having a bad dream probably wasn't my smartest move. I looked up to see Bucky now standing by the bed, his eyes focused on me. "I didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart."

I pushed myself into a sitting position against the dresser. I couldn't see very well in the poorly lit room, but the bright light coming in from the moon gave me enough light to see Bucky as he began to move towards me. The way he was looking at me made me uncomfortable, and it made me slightly aware that he was capable of changing into the Winter Soldier when he woke up.

"Bucky? Are you okay?" I grabbed ahold of the top of the dresser and pulled myself to my feet. There was no reply from the man who was approaching me rather quickly, so I made the first move.

I took off in the direction of the bed, hoping that if I had to, I'd be able to climb over it and get out the door. However, I didn't make it very far before a rough hand clasped my arm and the other took ahold of the back of my neck.

"Bucky. Come on, sweetheart." I grunted out as I grabbed the wrist to the hand on the back of my neck. I didn't want to hurt Bucky but I knew if he hurt me, he'd never forgive himself. I stomped on his toes with my heel and then brought my elbow back to hit his stomach.

Both things did little to him but I was released and pushed to the floor. I hastily reached under the bed and grabbed the duffle bag I kept under there with weapons in it. I shuffled around quickly, ineffectively cutting my hand on a knife in the duffle. But I found the object I wanted and I turned over on to my back, facing the Soldier as he began to reach down to grab me. I turned the flashlight on and shined it into his eyes, blinding him temporarily. It gave me enough time to run across the bed and yank the door open.

"Widia!" He called me name. I froze just outside of the doorway, flashlight still in hand. "Just wait." He breathed out. "Just.... Just wait."

I was afraid to move, like one wrong turn would send him back to the Winter Soldier mode. So I remained as still as possible until he spoke again.

"How-How bad did I hurt you?" His broken voice whispered. I turned the flashlight off and turned around to face him. My Bucky was back.

"I'm okay." I gave him a smile, relieved it didn't take much more to bring him out of his Soldier state. I turned on the lamp by the bed and watched him closely. He gazed down at his hands, brows crinkling together.

"I-I can't be around you. Shouldn't be around you"

"Don't be stupid, Bucky—,"

"I could've killed you!" He cut me off, raising his voice as he met my gaze. "I could've killed you." His words were repeated much quieter than before.

"You didn't." I reminded him, moving around him to put the flashlight away.

"I threw you across the room and I-I grabbed you by your neck—,"