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Migraine {Bucky Barnes}

You were a huge fan of Twenty One Pilots. Everyone in the tower knew it because you liked making it known. Every time you cooked, came back from a mission or trained you always said, 'Friday, play Twenty One Pilots Mix'. At first, everyone was annoyed with it and couldn't stand how the music came out of nowhere, especially when they were trying to focus but eventually they learned to love it and they ended up being the ones saying, 'Friday, play Twenty One Pilots Mix'.

Bucky was fairly new to the team and the tower so he wasn't used to your love of the emo band.

You were coming out of the shower, feeling relaxed and fresh and you felt like the only thing that could make it better was some music.

"Friday," you called out. "Play—"

"No problem, Ms Y/L/N," she interrupted, knowing what you were going to say.

'HeavyDirtySoul' started playing and you instead began rapping along to the song, adding some dance moves while moisturising.

"Y/N, I was wondering..." Bucky began, walking into your room but stopped when he saw you in nothing but your towel.

"Hey, Buck," you greeted.

"My bad, I'll come back later."

"No, it's fine. Come in," you told him.

He walked in kinda shyly but still stood by the door. You rolled your eyes playfully.

"I'm not gonna bite you, Buck," you said. "Come closer. Sit down. Relax."

He walked in further and sat on your bed.

"So what'd you come here for?" you asked, putting on your underwear under your towel.

Bucky closed his eyes and turned away from you.

"Right. Uhm... I was wondering why you always played this band around the house. What are they called again? Twenty One Pilots?" he asked.

"I play them because I love them and they've helped me through some really tough times," you explained. "Their lyrics speak to me and it's like they get me in a sense. And you can turn around. I'm fully dressed now."

Bucky turned around and you sat next to him.

"How? All the songs I've heard by them sound like they're upbeat and happy."

"That's because you've only listened to the beat not the lyrics. Everyone in this tower has been through something rough and everyone can relate to at least one of their songs. Tony has 'Levitate'. Steve has 'Legend'. Nat's song is 'Doubt'. Clint has 'House Of Gold'. Wanda's is 'Holding On To You'. Bruce has 'Truce'. And I have multiple songs."

"I don't have a song," Bucky said.

"Everyone has a song," you told him. "Friday, play Migraine."

'Migraine' began playing through the speakers.

"Don't listen to the beat. Don't listen to anything else. Just listen to the words," you told him.

"Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone

I-I-I I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday
'Cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
'Cause Sundays are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless test
Being tested by a ruthless examiner
That's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block
My writer just hates the clock
It will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I am not as fine as I seem, pardon
Me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens
Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me
A difficult to be, stop feasting lumber-down trees
Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait
Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
And now it is a door that holds back contents
That make Pandora's Box's contents look non-violent
Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
My mind ship-wrecked
This is the only land my mind could find
I did not know it was such a violent island
Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin
And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win
I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid

And I will say that we should take a day to break away
From all the pain our brain has made
The game is not played alone
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
And keep it frozen and know that
Life has a hopeful undertone

And I will say that we should take a day to break away
From all the pain our brain has made
The game is not played alone
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
And keep it frozen and know that
Life has a hopeful undertone

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
But I know we've made it this far, kid

We've made it this far
We've made it this f..."

By the time the song was over, Bucky had tears streaming down his face. You smiled at him gently and took his face into your hands.

"Buck, are you okay?" you asked.

"I think I found my song."