Words On My Skin

Chapter 7

What's happening? Why were you afraid? Your tattoo was burning... They want to hurt you. Why did they want to hurt you? Who were they? HANDS!!! No, no, no. What was happening? Why was this happening to you? Pain! Why was there so much pain?

You couldn't breathe.

You couldn't think.

WAKE UP!!

Y/N WAKE UP!

You thrashed, the feeling of fingers slithering across your skin as you trembled uncontrollably. Your lungs longed to suck in a breath of fresh air, twitching into gasping coughs as you attempted to sharply inhale. Your eyes were still closed, your mind terrified that if you opened them up, again, you'd see the menacing creature with the acid venom.

"Y/n? Hey, hey, it's me!" You vaguely heard a voice, as you tried to thrash against the hands. "Sweetheart, it's me! Open your eyes!"

"No!" You sobbed, curling in on yourself, cradling your tattooed arm to your chest in fear. Your lips trembled as you felt the burn of tears stream down your face, and your heart palpitated in your chest. Your entire body was shaking, the heat of fire in your veins burning so intensely, that it felt like ice. "Please! No!"

"Y/n, sweetheart, please!" The deep voice begged, closer to your ear. "It's Bucky! Open your eyes!"

Bucky?

Why was Bucky in your nightmare? He was never in your nightmares...

You shivered, mind attempting to catch up to your current situation. Slowly, the burning tears still streaming down your cheeks, you cracked open an eye.

The first thing you noticed was how bright it was in the room, and your eyes squeezed shut in pain. "I can't... I can't see." Your voice was strained, hoarse from your sobs. "It hurts."

"FRIDAY, can you dim the lights?" Bucky called out, before you felt the coolness of his vibranium hand brushing across your damp forehead, "You can open your eyes, now."

You tried, again, slowly lifting your burning lids to reveal that you were not in your bedroom.

You were in... Med Bay?

"What...?" You croaked, looking around Bucky and noticing the white walls and machinery, "Why...?"

"What do you remember?" He asked, voice quiet and soothing. "Do you remember what happened?"

What... happened?

Something happened to you?

You frowned, relaxing a little – though unable to control the tremors running through your nerves. Your nerves felt hyperaware of everything that brushed against your skin, including the coolness of the vibranium hand that was brushing your hair back from your sweating forehead.

You felt like utter fucking shit.

You felt like you'd been hit by a truck, then said truck backed over you, and ran you over again. Repeatedly.

"I..." You tried to remember what Bucky was talking about, but nothing was coming to mind. "I remember... dancing. You were twirling me around, and I almost tripped out of my stupid heel." You tried to remember after that. Surely you should remember getting back to the compound, or something... "Did I trip, or something? I... I can't remember anything."

"No, sweetheart, you didn't trip." He sighed, sitting back on the bed you were curled up on, moving the blanket gently over your shivering body. "Do you remember the ride home?"