Scary Love | Bucky Barnes - [COMPLETED]

5 - Serene

It was very late at night, but Lily couldn't keep her eyes shut. She could perfectly hear the sounds of the owls, the nocturnal birds, and even the insects. Of course, those sounds didn't help at all. After lying on her bed for a few moments, eyes wide opened; she decided to go grab some milk. Maybe it could help.

The whole house was dark, and she wondered if Bucky had fallen asleep. It had been two weeks since she found Bucky lying on her yard, so they were accustomed to each other's presence now. Lily glanced at the Bucky's bedroom door and smiled a bit.

The dining room was a bit brighter than the rest of the house, since it was lit by the moonlight coming in from the window. She approached the refrigerator and casually searched for the milk carton, and then poured it into an empty glass nearby. As she drank it and turned around to sit on the pantry table, she almost choked when she saw a silhouette sitting on the other side of the table.

The silhouette was still sitting in silence, until Lily realized that it was only Bucky. She sighed and put her hand on her chest to calm her heartbeat down. "Bucky? What are you doing?" She asked, but she got no answer. "Can't sleep too?" He was still silent.

Sighing once again, she sat on the table across Bucky. They spent a few minutes sitting in the darkness, neither said anything. She had finished her milk; but not like what she hoped, her eyes opened even wider. Her heartbeat was increasing slowly and she didn't have any sleepiness left.

"Do you want some milk?" She asked, trying to break the ice between them—she couldn't help but smirk when Bucky nodded. She grabbed another glass, poured the milk in, and slid it across the table. He sipped it immediately, and Lily laughed hard when she saw the white milk mustache above Bucky's lips. Bucky gazed at her, startled.

"Whoa, I haven't been able to laugh this hard since quite a long time ago." She held her stomach, aching because of the laugh. Bucky shrugged, even though inside he felt warm hearing the girl's laugh. "By the way, do you want to watch a movie?" She asked, in hope of distracting Bucky from the things that were disturbing him.

"Sure," he mumbled briefly. That alone could bring a smile on Lily's face, and together they walked into the living room. Lily was humming a song as she tried to choose which movie to watch. She picked James Bond's "GoldenEye", and put it into the DVD player.

"This movie is my favorite and I love Pierce Brosnan to pieces. You should definitely pay attention to it," said she. Bucky sat on the couch beside her and did as she said: paying attention to the movie.

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Things didn't go as he imagined though. Lily fell asleep in an odd position; curling on the corner of the couch like a homeless man on a very cold day. The movie was finished—the credits appeared on the screen. Bucky sighed and turned off the TV, then sat back on the couch to stare at Lily's peaceful expression. He wondered if carrying her up into her bedroom is a good idea or not. However, he did it anyway. The metal-armed man tried to move her into his arms, and that was a pretty easy task. She snuggled deeper into his hug, burying her face on Bucky's firm chest.

For a man with so big of strength like Bucky, carrying her upstairs wasn't hard at all. The only difference was that he enjoyed the fact that she seemed so comfortable in his arms. Slowly and carefully, he placed her onto her bed, trying quaintly hard not to wake her up or to make any sound. Yet suddenly, his bionic fingers made a disturbing mechanical sound. Fortunately, it didn't bring her out of her sleep. His normal human fingers touched her bare skin, and he startled a bit from the warmth of it.

"Stay," a soft whisper surprised him. He looked down to find the girl's small fingers holding loosely onto his human fingers, her eyes still closed as if she was fully asleep. Bucky stared at Lily in silence—in the dark—for a full minute. He finally decided to do as she had wished. A simple smile curled on her lips as the man climbed onto the bed and sat beside her, his back leaning against the head of the bed. Her fingers were still holding his cold ones, only tightening the grip as she put their tangling fingers on her chest, so he could feel her beating heart.