Bucky Barnes Imagines

Bucky Barnes: fuse line [f]

FUSE LINE
In which y/n comforts
Bucky.

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He stirred in his sleep, his soft panicked mumbles woke y/n. She began her almost nightly routine of waking him, trying to be as gentle as possible in the hopes he wouldn't hurt her in his sleep.
"Buck" she cooed softly running her hands though his hair, brushing it off his face.

Sweat started to build on his face as he started to speak Russian. "Bucky!" She called louder shaking him slightly. His metal arm started to twitch. This is when she panicked. She pushed all her wait down on the arm incase he punched her, she'd been punched a few times by his metal arm and has been fine but when he punched her while asleep then that's when she'd show him the purple bruise the size of his fist on her torso.

"BUCKY" she demanded. The room next to there's was empty, although she'd definitely woke up Nat who was across from them. He flung awake looking to her frantically.
"What?" He asked. He looked at his girlfriend her basically sitting on his arm. He sighed his head falling against the pillow. "Sorry" he muttered she laid back down her head on his chest.

"I hate this thing" he wrapped his arm around her, her flinching slightly due to the cold metal resting on her back ,still being able to be felt though the thin satin cami top she was wearing. "I'm always scared I'm going to hurt you with it" He looked at her running her finger over the fuse line where the metal arm meets his torso.

"I like it" she smiled at him reassuringly. Inspecting the line. "Which bit hurt the most?" She asked him cautiously, scared to bring back memories he'd rather not remember.

"In what way?" He asked playing with the tips of her hair.

"As in the actual losing your arm or the fusing of this one" she explained looking into his eyes.

"Hmm I'm not sure actually" he shrugged. "I mean the actual cutting my arm off hurt a lot but the fusing of this one burnt, they were different types of pain." He twirled a strand of her hair round his finger. "I don't think I'd like this arm to get cut off so, probably the cutting off of the arm" he decided.

"I'm sorry you went though that" she pouted her lip sadly. He pulled a confused face letting out a sigh.

"It's alright, Doll" he cooed. "If I hadn't of gone though all that I wouldn't be here with you, I'd be in the snow my name on an headstone without me under it" he shrugged. "I'd rather be here, Doll I promise you" He smiled.

"I'd love to go to the forty's" she smiled. "You were a very handsome young man" She nodded.

"Excuse me, as far as I know I'm still that 26 year old who fell of the train"  he looked at her disgusted.

"Whatever you say grandpa" she yawned. He started to stroke her hair slower, trying to calm her to sleep."Stop it" she yawned again. He giggled at her kissing her head.

"You're tired" he told her. She was still running her finger over the fuse line of his arm.

"I don't want you to have another nightmare, I'm in a risky position" She kissed his chest sweetly.

"I'll be fine now" he reassured her. She held him tighter as he pulled the covers over her more.

"I love you" she smiled.

"I love you too" he smiled. She leaned up slightly to kiss him on the lips it was gentle, quick but loving. Her head rested on his chest her arm resting on his metal bicep. He ran his fingers through her hair until her breathing slowed and her left thumb stopped stroking his rib cage.

"I don't want to be anywhere else" he muttered softly moving a strand of hair from her face tucking it behind her ear. He soon feel asleep after her not a single bad memory in his mind.

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