Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 8

A/n- PTSD anxiety issues. Mentions of death and suicide. Seriously, if you're having those thoughts, please get help. As much as it hurts to hear it (at least, it hurts me when I'm that low and I hear it), there are people who love you. (To talk to someone 1-800-273-8255 )

Story!

(Y/n) woke up on something warm, solid, and moving, and looked up to see Bucky's face aimed down at her, and realized that the movement was his breath moving his chest up and down.

She blinked and tried to pull back, but his arms tightened around her, holding her closer, and she wasn't getting anywhere with his metal arm around her. (Y/n) laid back against him, and nuzzled her cheek back against his chest. She closed her eyes and pretended for a moment that it was because he cared for her, but then reminded herself that she was treading dangerous ground, she'd already had an insane reaction the last morning, after thinking about him the night before, and that was without actually seeing, or touching, him.

For the first time in what felt like years, Bucky slept through the night without any nightmares.

When he woke up, he expected it to be yelling, and after only forty-five minutes or so of sleep, but when he awoke, it was peacefully, the next morning.

He felt a slight tickling on his abs, and looked down to see (Y/n) brushing the tips of her fingers against there. "Good morning," he murmured. The vibrations from his voice rumbled through her from his chest, and she hummed in reply. "Are you ok?"

She shook her head against him. "It's been a bad few days..."

"Yeah," he said softly. "Do you want breakfast?" He asked after a moment, not wanting her to feel like she had to stay there against him if she didn't want to.

She shook her head again, softly asking, "Is it ok... if you don't mind... can we stay like this, for just a little bit longer?"

Bucky pulled her closer against him, tucking her head under his chin and starting to run his hands over her hair and back again. "'Course, doll."

(Y/n)'s heart raced in her chest, and she wondered if he felt it.

That day was a bit strained and solemn, as both thought the other would be wanting to pretend whatever closeness had happened last night hadn't.

(Y/n) excused herself to go up to her room and plug in her phone while she started looking for job postings.

There were not a lot of positions available for physical trainers, so she tried looking at other entry level jobs, most of which were in either food service or retail, for which she'd have to be able to use a register, but she didn't have that skill.

After a while, Bucky knocked on the door, and she answered it, looking up at him and forcing her blush back.

"I thought you would want to go to your storage unit and grab a few things, or shop for some new clothes," he told her.

Her eyes widened and she looked down at her clothes, realizing that she was on day two in them, again. She'd just pulled her shirt on over her work out top so that she felt more comfortable standing on the street, so she didn't even have that to change into. And she'd slept in it.

"Y-yeah, the storage unit- I have some old clothes there that might still fit me..."

They traveled to the gates of the facility, and (Y/n) could feel that nervousness had creeped into Bucky's posture as his shoulders stiffened and he constantly glanced around.