Forehead kisses - Bucky Barnes x platonic reader
Summary - Reader has a bad nightmare where Bucky dies and it’s her fault and has a slight panic attack and he comforts her.
Requested by the lovely @nofutureforpast :) Hope you love this! <3
Request: Bucky and Reader with nightmares?
Of course, honestly soft Bucky makes my heart melt. 
Warnings: fluff so sweet it will give you cavities, angst, nightmares, some mention of death, panic attack (kinda) mild mention of self harm ( really mild ) soft Bucky
Pairings: Bucky x fem!reader, Bucky x reader, Bucky x platonic!reader
It was 3 in the morning when Bucky woke with a start. Something had unsettled him; call it a strange feeling rather than an actual thing. His first thought was you. He had to make sure you were ok. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, slipping on a shirt and pajama pants. “Jarvis?”
“Yes, Mr Barnes?” came the AI’s reply.
“Is y/n ok?” His Voice came out softer than usual, not sure he really wanted to hear the answer.
Jarvis paused. “Well, sir, it seems her heartbeat is elevated, her brain function is unusually high considering she-”
“What?” His heart dropped. Something was wrong.
“Jarvis, I’m going into her room! Is she decent?”
Him, being the man he was, had to make sure you were comfortable, even in a time of crisis.
“Yes, sir, she is wearing one of you’re shirts, it’s white with-”
“Ok, Jarvis, that’s enough, thank you for your help.”
And with that, he crept silently along the hall, as to not wake up and the other Avengers. He stopped when he reached your room. He got into fighting stance, before trying the handle, but it didn’t budge. It was locked. Damnit. “y/n?” He called to you, expecting you to reply. Nothing. “y/n? Are you ok? Are you safe, doll?”
He called again. Still no reply. That’s it, he was busting down the door. Using his metal arm, he made a hole in the weakest part of the wood before pushing it in causing the door to fall down. He burst in the room, expecting to see some threat to your safety, but saw nothing. You were in your bed, talking, and turning. He began to speak to you, ,“what’s going on doll?”
Then he realised; you were asleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed, using his good hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, then pressing a hand against your clammy forehead. He was sure you had a temperature. “Cmon, doll, please wake up.” He stroked your face gently. He hated to see you so distressed.
The windshield was shattered, the car was smoking, you were bleeding, but not dangerously so. Bucky, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He had smashed through the glass and was bleeding dangerously through his side, loosing blood so quickly. You couldn’t get to him, the tree you’d hit was between you two. “Buck, hold on, please. I’m calling 911, they’ll be here, you’re gonna be ok, alright?”
He smiled, blood smeared on his face. “N-not this time doll,”
“No Buck, you’re gonna be fine. Hold on, okay?”
You saw your phone, right in front of you. You pulled up the phone app, but you couldn’t dial. It wouldn’t let you press numbers. “No, no, no! Come on, please!” Your tears dripped onto the screen. You were losing hope. You looked back at Bucky, who was closing his eyes. No, Buck! You can’t close, your eyes, please, you can’t sleep now.”
He shook his head, “It’s time to let me go, y/n. It’s my time doll.”
‘No, don’t say that! Don’t say goodbye!”
But, as you said this, he turned, coughing violently, but coughing blood. “No, Bucky!” “Please!”
“I love you,” he whispered, closing his eyes as if he were just sleeping. But then his arms went slack. “NO! NO! NO BUCKY! BUCKY, ANSWER ME! YOU’RE OKAY!”
But deep down, you knew he wasn’t coming back, and you knew it was your fault.
You began to cry out now, all these awful things, and it may have been just a dream but your distress was real. You were shaking violently, digging your fingers into your skin. He began to shake you, “y/n! Goddammit, wake up! You’re hurting yourself!” “Cmon, angel, please.”
Finally, you gasped out, opening your eyes, tears flowing freely. Bucky pulled you into a hug. “B-Bucky? Y-you’re alive? But h-how?”
“It was just a nightmare doll, I’m safe, and so are you.”
You continued crying, and shaking, this time more out of relief. “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” He stroked your hair, planting kisses on your forehead. “You’re safe, sweetheart.” You stayed like that for a few minutes, until your breathing and heart rate returned to normal and you had stopped crying and shaking. Bucky was at the door, preparing to leave you. “Wait, Bucky?”
“Can I, can I sleep with you?”
“Of course doll, come on, he held out his arms for you, and hugged you again. You noticed the broken door. “Really Buck, you broke down the door? What’s Tony gonna say?” You laughed. He smiled.
“I had to make sure my girl was okay, and Stark can cope.”
You smiled again before you both went back to his room.
The rest of that night, you slept soundly, in the arms of your super soldier, with him pressing gentle kisses to your forehead.
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