Words On My Skin

Chapter 25

Author's note: Just a weeeeeeee bit of NSFW :)

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Holy hell your head hurt.

Well, yeah, dumbass. You chugged nearly a whole bottle of wine, puked, then cried for hours. That comes with the territory.

With a small groan, you mentally scanned yourself, realizing that you were snuggled up against a familiar body... and not wearing any pants.

Oh, god.

It was as if the previous night came crashing into your mind, replaying on high speeds as the familiar embarrassment squeezed against your insides and heat up your cheeks. How on earth Bucky stayed through the entirety of your mental breakdown, you had no idea. There was a 95% chance that you'd looked – and acted – like a hysterical, emotional mess... and shit that was probably uglier than anything you'd felt on the inside.

"Mornin', darlin'." You heard Bucky's deep, raspy, morning voice whisper from above your head. "How do you feel?"

Clearing your throat, you snuggled deeper into the warmth of his body – mostly trying to hide from the fact that you were completely seizing up with embarrassment, forgetting that he could feel what you were feeling – and hid your face into the crevice between his body and the bed. "Like shit."

"I have a water, advil, and granola bar on the nightstand for you." He replied, cold fingers trailing along your bare arm that was wrapped around his waist. "Mind telling me what happened last night?"

"Do I have to?" You groaned, wishing that you could fall through the bed, through the floor and descend into hell, where you belonged.

"Communication, remember?"

Oh, NOW he wants to communicate...

Fucking jerk couldn't just escape when shit got hard for him, then demand you communicate when it had to do with you!!

"I'm not going to argue with you this early in the morning." You sighed, shaking your head and immediately regretting it. "Don't talk to me about communication."

"It's actually... almost noon."

"WHAT?!" You shrieked, quickly sitting up – immediately regretting it as your head swam and you fell back against the pillows with a groan. "I had plans to work this morning."

"Tony gave you the day off." He informed you, readjusting the blankets around you – as you realized that you were no longer in your own room, but in Bucky's room next door. When the heck...? "Before you say it, Pepper was standing right there. She agreed. So, you're taking a break, today."

"Well, Claire is coming over later, anyways." You shrugged, turning your head in his direction, and watching him pick at his vibranium thumb. "What's on your mind?"

"Well," He cleared his throat, continuing to pick at something in-between the plates, "I was... wondering... why you called yourself a monster."

You did?

Crap.

Before you could hold it back, you let out an annoyed sigh, wishing you could turn around and smother yourself with his pillow. "I... found out... what happened at the cabin."

"Okay." He turned, sensing your discomfort, as well as your guilt. "What happened at the cabin?"

"I..." You gulped, closing your eyes, unable to bear the sight of his reaction. Mostly the pity. "I guess... I killed someone. Shot them."