Bucky woke up in a room, bawling his eyes out. Tears running down his face. He hardly breathed, gasping for air. He turned his head, seeing the time.
2:55 A.M.
He got up slowly, silently sobbing. He knew he wasn’t the only person in this place. It was the Avengers Tower. Natasha, Tony, Bruce, Clint, and Wanda were someplace else. The only ones who remain were him, Steve, and Sam.
He left his room. Bucky headed to the kitchen, grabbing a cup. He filled it up with water, drinking it. He tried not to make much noise but, Sam was a light sleeper and Steve had super hearing. Bucky figured that out a while back.
“Bucky?” A voice spoke out.
He recognized that voice, Steve. He hummed a response.
“What’s wrong?” Steve asks, worry in his voice.
“Nothing,” Bucky answers softly.
“I heard crying.” Another voice says. “Did you have another nightmare, Steve?”
“It wasn’t me.” Steve glances at the other person.
“Bucky?”
“I’m fine, I just needed water.” Bucky smiles softly, exiting the kitchen, and walking past the two humans.
He walked back to his room, closing it, making sure to not slam it.
He lay down, turning on the lamp on his nightstand. He finished the liquid that remained in the cup and put it on his nightstand.
Bucky then heard a soft knock, then the door opened.
“Sam–why are you in here? I said I was fine,” Bucky snorts. He knew Sam would always check up on them, no matter what.
“You are upset, James.” Sam answers.
“You still call me James?” Bucky asks.
“Don’t change the topic, James.” Sam approached him and his bed. He looked up at Bucky, asking permission to sit using his facial expressions.
Bucky nodded, patting a spot next to him.
Sam sat on the bed next to Bucky.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.” Bucky answers.
“You only wake up and get water when you have a nightmare.” Sam glares at Bucky.
“Please tell me what happened,” Sam says softly, placing a hand on Bucky’s vibranium arm.
“Uhm–it’s when I am under HYDRA’s control. I always–kill someone. It’s either you or Steve. This time it was both of you. It was brutal, I beat Steve to death, and when he fell into the water, I was there, watching him drown. I was doing nothing, just standing there emotionless. With you–it’s when I ripped off your wing. I held you near the edge, you pleading and begging me not to,” Bucky explains, gulping, holding back tears.
“If you cannot handle telling me the rest, don’t force yourself. I can assume the rest,”
Sam says. “Listen, Buc–James.” Sam corrected himself.
“Call me Bucky. I have no clue why I told you to call me James.” Bucky smiled softly.
“Okay. Bucky, if you were to kill us, it’s not your fault.” Sam looks at him, holding eye contact. “Do not blame yourself. And–if you were to hurt us, controlled or not, I know you’ll help us. You’re going to be fine.” Sam says, moving closer.
Bucky rested his head on his shoulder.
The door opened.
“I made tea–” Steve says, blinking slowly at the sight in front of him. “Are you feeling better?”
Bucky nodded, “Thank you, Stevie.”
“Can I join?” Steve asks.
Sam looked at Bucky.
Bucky nods, patting the bed like he did with Sam.
Steve waddled over, placing the tea on the nightstand. “It’ll be there whenever you need it.” Steve smiles softly.
“Can you guys stay in here?” Bucky asks quietly.
Steve and Sam heard it though, nodding.
Sam gave Bucky a soft kiss on his cheek.
Steve did as well.
Bucky’s face was a bright pink, he was flustered.
He lifted his head, kissing them both back. He then fell asleep.