Stucky-nightmares
Nightmares have plagued Bucky ever since his first bout with hydra back during the war, and have only worsened now that he has wrestled control of his mind back from those monsters.
It’s why he’s taken to sleeping next to Steve since the first night they started dating, so that after he wakes up in shock, he can hold his trembling hands, both the metal and the flesh, to his heart and whisper soft words of comfort.
Tonight the nightmares are worse than usual. He was the winter soldier again, but this time his mind remains his own while his body follows hydras whims like a puppet on strings. He’s on the helicarrier, throwing punches and kicks at the man he loves while his brain screams out in helpless despair.
His brain is running a mile a minute trying to get his body to stop hurting him, going into overdrive as he panics, knowing full well it’s no use, he’s never left a target alive before and even the might of Captain America is no match, especially since he’s not fighting back.
He’sgoingtokillSteveHe’sgoingtokillSteveHe’sgoingto…….
He wakes with tears in his eyes and cold sweat dripping down his face.
“Buck… are you ok?” Steve’s there next to him, rubbing the sleep from those baby blue eyes he loves so much, blonde hair messy from the pillow.
Bucky opened his mouth to tell him that he was fine, that he should go back to sleep, but he’s trembling too much to get the words out.
“I’m here, everything is ok.” His hand comes to rest on his shoulder, moving soothingly across his back as his heartbeat slows. He takes his flesh hand in his, bringing the fingers to his sleep softened lips, slowly replacing the lingering tremors with soft flutters in his stomach.
He meets Steve’s gaze, and the loving, compassionate look nearly knocks the breath out of him, not to mention the way the lamplight from outside their window illuminates his eyes in a way he could lose himself in for the rest of forever.
They stayed that way for some unknown amount of time, whether it was a minute or a century was unimportant. It’s only broken when he notices Steve’s eyes wandering to his lips, and he responds by gently pressing them to his. He smiles into the kissing, and Bucky thinks that his heart might have done a backflip at the feeling.
They fall back onto the bed, not moving past joyfully chaste kisses and gentle touches. At some point there kisses cease, and they fall into a dreamless sleep tangled together, content and peaceful.