NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT (BUCKY BARNES x OC)

Chapter 30

TW: Drinking
Word Count: 19o0

I woke up from Bucky shaking me. I sat up on the couch and immediately knew that I was still drunk. He looked disappointed, and I noticed Steve was behind him with his arms crossed.

"Are you kidding me?" Bucky asked, holding both of the bottles I drank in my hands. "I thought I told you to not do anything dumb. It's literally nine o'clock on a Wednesday."

"At least I didn't drown myself?" I asked, my speech slurring a little bit.

"You easily could've with how much you drank. How hard is it to not drink?"

"You haven't had an alcohol problem and it shows," I said, resting my head on the back of the couch. He set the bottles on the coffee table.

"Why did you do it?" He asked, sitting next to me.

"I just wanted to relax. I wanted to not feel stressed and nervous. I needed to feel calm."

"It amazes me how smart you are, but you somehow have an alcohol addiction," he said, putting his head in his hands out of stress.

"It amazes me how much you love me," I said, leaning into him.

"What?" He asked, sitting back up and looking down at me.

"You love me," I whispered, bringing my face close to his. I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"You must be beyond drunk," he said, pulling away from me. I watched Steve go to the kitchen and get a glass of water.

"Drink some water," he said, handing me the glass. I drank some before almost dropping it. Steve quickly grabbed it from me.

They both stood me up and Bucky walked me to my room. He turned on the lights.

"What happened in here?" He asked, looking at the clothes everywhere.

"I was trying stuff on," I said, walking past everything with his help.

"Why?"

"To impress you," I said, getting onto my bed.

"You're wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants."

"I gave up," I said, grabbing for his metal arm. "I made this. Isn't that crazy?"

"Yes, and I appreciate you for doing that."

"The things you could do with this hand," I said with a laugh. "You could—you could cook a book with it. You could write some food. Did you try doing that yet with it?"

"No," he said, pushing my shoulders towards the bed. "Can you go to bed now?"

"If you want me to, doll," I said, letting out a laugh. "I don't say that. You say that." I rested my head on the pillows and closed my eyes gently. "Goodnight," I said, not even knowing if he was still there.

"Night doll," he said before I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sounds of yelling and I quickly stood up, almost falling over. My head was pounding. I met Steve in the hallway and I opened the door and turned the lights on. I shook him awake and noticed that Steve stayed in the hallway. I stepped back until he noticed it was me.

I remember reading that he dreams about losing me sometimes and that's why he likes to hold me. I sat next to him and calmed him down, reminding him over and over again that I'm here. He reached out to me and I let him hold me into his chest. I did my best to not go back to sleep and waited until I knew he was sleeping.

I stood up cautiously and got both scared and confused when I saw Steve standing in the doorway. I pushed him out of the room and shut the lights off before closing the door.