Terrified

Falling

It didn't take long for Bucky to admit that he was catching feelings for Amy. Bucky's desire to make her feel safe and protected overtook any other personal desires he had and any other responsibilities he had. After only a week and a half of Amy living in the compound, Bucky had to admit to himself that he was falling for her. Fast. He would even have to admit that he was already in love with her. Her long, soft, black hair was something that he wanted to bury his face in. Her big, brown doe eyes that looked up into his cold blue ones made his heart melt. Her soft, pale skin (from lack of sunlight) enticed him to touch her any chance he got. And her little frame that tucked so perfectly under his arm, the top of her head only coming up to his chest. Oh yes, he was falling hard and fast for little Amy.

Bucky came into the kitchen one morning to find Amy working over the stove, cooking what looked to be a big, delicious breakfast. He saw eggs, sausages, bacon, hash-browns, waffles and toast. He was pretty sure she had cleaned out most of the breakfast fixings and he was really hoping that it wasn't all for her.

"Hey!" Bucky said, announcing himself as he stepped into the kitchen, still startling her a little. She turned around and seeing that it was only Bucky, let out a deep breath. "Hi," she replied meekly, "I hope you don't mind but I thought I would make you breakfast, but I didn't know what you liked, so I thought I would make a little bit of everything." Bucky looked around at all the food, his mouth watering already and his eyes dancing at the site. There were eggs that were scrambled, over easy and three omelettes, bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, toast, French toast and coffee.

"This is incredible!" he exclaimed, "I didn't know you could cook."

"I always cooked for my boyfriend," Amy admitted, sighing at the thought and trying not to think of the last time she saw him before she ran. She turned back to the hash browns on the stove and stirred them a little. Bucky walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his chest.

"Hey," he lowered his voice so only she could hear him in case someone happened to walk in, "it's okay to talk about it, you're safe here. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Amy turned in his arms and seemed to suddenly realize how close he was to her. She craved being touched by him and him alone. Something about Bucky drew her to him but also terrified her. His size was scary for her little self, he could very easily crush her between his hands without really trying and that scared her. But he was caring and gentle with her and that drew her to him in spite of her gnawing fear in the back of her mind. Slowly, but without really thinking, she leaned up towards his lips. Before she could pull him towards her, he leaned down and met her lips with his. It was a slow kiss, sweet, soft, gentle, but passionate. Exactly what she was craving. Their lips moved in perfect harmony and Amy's head was beginning to swim. Tentatively, Bucky swiped his tongue on her bottom lip. Amy opened her mouth to him without thinking and as soon as she felt his tongue in her mouth, it suddenly felt as if her ex boyfriend was the one kissing her, not Bucky. The more she let Bucky explore her mouth, the more Bucky disappeared and her ex replaced him. It was no longer Bucky's arms around her, it wasn't Bucky lips on her, it wasn't Bucky's tongue dancing happily in her mouth, it was all him. Amy cried out and pushed Bucky away and for a moment when she opened her eyes, she saw his face instead of Bucky's and she screamed. She backed away and nearly burned herself on the hot stove if it hadn't been for Bucky reaching out to pull her away from the stove in time. Almost as soon as she was out of danger, she looked at Bucky's hurt in his eyes and she began to cry.

"I-I'm, I'm sorry," she whispered before she backed away and locked herself in the room that had been giving to her by Tony. Bucky called out for her, trying to apologize to her before she reached her room. He knocked on the door gently asking if she could let him in. "I'm worried sweetheart. I don't want to scare you but I'm worried. I'm gonna wait right here until you're ready to talk okay?" He didn't get a response so he just sat down on the floor and waited. It was only a surprising few minutes later when Amy opened her door and let Bucky in. She had tears streaming down her face because she knew that she was going to have to tell Bucky everything that had happened to her and she didn't want to re-live it. He pulled her into his arms, petting her hair to try and calm her fears. She pulled away and took his hand to lead him into her room. Sitting on the bed, she took a deep breath to explain what happened in the kitchen, "It felt like him," she said, "when you kissed me." Bucky swallowed and tried not to show the hurt he was feeling, "Not at first," she continued, "but when you put your tongue-" she didn't have to finish the sentence. Bucky nodded letting out a breath.

"Sweetheart, I'd never hurt you," Bucky stated, wrapping his arms around her, creating a safe haven for her in his arms, "I know you might not believe that right now but I wouldn't." He sighed, "Doll, I gotta know what happened. What haven't you told us? I mean we can guess but, please, tell me. I wanna help you and I don't know how to do that right if I don't know what happened." Amy sighed and a few tears fell down her cheeks. Her heart rate began to rise as she prepared to tell Bucky what happened the night she ran but she figured she'd start with his name.

"My boyfriend's name was Brock Rumlow."