6
Bucky's voice broke the silence of the night. It was an hot, lonely night, there wasn't even a cat in the streets, and Daisy was finally getting some sleep. Even tho in the previous nights Bucky didn't had nightmares, she hadn't slept a lot.
She got up faster and ran to the next door, reaching for Bucky's bed right after closing the door behind her.
“C'mon Bucky, you need to wake up,” she said still in a sleepy voice. She put her hand on his thigh and suddenly he was holding it. His eyes were now open and he was squeezing Daisy's hand, that seemed to not acknowledge it.
“Again?” he murmured, sorrowing.
“It's fine, no one is complaining this time,” she answered. She was clearly sleepy and Bucky felt immediately sorrowful.
“You are, you look tired,” he said, caressing her hand. They suddenly realized it and broke it off. “I'm sorry.”
“It's fine,” she said again. “I'll just wait and then go to bed.” He was still trying to understand why she was doing that, but he never asked her.
“You know you don't have to, Daisy,” he said. She suddenly laid down next to him.
“Don't worry – I told you, it's okay,” she murmured. Usually she wouldn't have done that. She sat at the bed bottom with her legs crossed and the eyes barely closed. But she was so tired she couldn't resist that soft pillow. Bucky looked at her with his lips curled in a little, sleepy smile. He was still a little shock by the nightmare, but the sight of her made him relax. He didn't remember the last time he slept with someone – did he ever? He was remembering something, like his friends (Steve, especially), like his family. But even like the war, and the Hydra, and all the innocent people he killed. He couldn't look at his reflection when he thought about it – and then Daisy was there. Always there. It was so strange to depend on someone that he knew from a month or two, but since that he felt like everything was getting into place.
When Daisy opened her eyes, it was late morning. She knew that because the sun was filtrating through the window lighting up Bucky's hair. The blanket left his arm and his chest uncovered, while she was wrapped in it.
“Damn it,” she said, waking up. She jumped off the bed, trying not to fall in the process. Bucky opened his eyes after some moments, a little frowned.
“Daisy, are you okay?” he asked still half asleep.
“I'm... yes, yes, I just should go to my room and, and –” she looked around like she was lost. Bucky looked at her and then got up. “No, don't worry, stay there, it's okay,” she was saying. It was almost like she was shaking.
“Daisy, you need to calm,” he said, getting a little closer. She jumped back.
“I am calm, I just need to go to my room,” she said again, pointing a hand to him. Bucky frooze.
“It's alright, fine. What's happening?” he asked calmly. He wasn't understanding what was going on – maybe it was his fault.
“Nothing. I'm fine, I have to –” she was saying again.
“Yes, go to your room,” he repeated. “Can you tell me if there's something wrong? If I did something?” he murmured. She looked around again, with the same wide look. “Daisy, please.” he said again, and then reached for her hand.
Honestly, he didn't understood why he was doing that, but pulling her closer to his chest seemed the right thing to do. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her. Waves passed through his body, and he sighed with a little pain.
“Daisy!” he called. And then she stopped, almost melting in his arms.
“I'm sorry,” she was saying. Again and again. “I'm freaking out,” she whispered then.
“I fell asleep on your bed too, it's alright,” he said with a little smile, looking down at her. She was pressing the face on his shoulder, still shaking a little.
“It's not that, I'm –” she took a deep breath, blenching a little. “The last person I slept with was Lincoln and when I first saw you I thought.. I thought you were him,” she said then. Bucky opened a little his lips, murmuring a little ‘oh’.
“I'm sorry,” he said then, and Daisy laughed.
“It's not your fault, Bucky,” she answered, smiling.
“No, I mean – I'm sorry for what happened to him. Whatever it was, I'm sorry.” They broke their hug, like they just noticed that, and Daisy looked down at the floor.
“He died saving us all,” she said in a tiny, delicate and sweet voice. “But first of all, saving me.” He looked at her again and with a quick gesture moved the hair from her face.
“I think that's what love does to people.”