Bucky x (Thunderbolt member)Reader
Bucky’s nightmares have started to resurface after the void. All the memories coming back. Even when her said he was fine you could see right through the lie, his awkward smile. You knew what he’s gone through, as you guys knew each other before the Thunberbolts. You noticed how he seemed to be tired, more tired than normal and you immediately knew something was up.
Late at night while you were trying to fall asleep in the shared apartment you and Bucky owned, you heard the sound of the bed in the other room shift, the man in it restlessly trying to sleep. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to talk to him.
you rose from the bed, the floor cool beneath your feet and you walked out into the hallway and in front of Bucky’s door. You thought about knocking but knew he’d probably tell you to go back to sleep. Instead you reached for the doorknob, but before you could the door opened to reveal the blue eyed soldier.
“what- what are you doing up?” His voice cold as he stared you down, his gaze intense.
“I- I wanted to talk to you.” You paused, hesitating to speak. “I know you don’t want to talk about it, but it might make it just a bit more bearable if you just talk to me. I know you saw things in the Void, we all did. James, you know me, you know you can talk to me, I’ll understand-”
“No you won’t! Stop acting like you know the shit I’ve been through! You can’t fix everything!” He yelled, his tone making you freeze. “Anything else?”
You couldn’t speak for a moment. You could see the anger, not entirely directed at you, but at himself, at Hydra.
“I- I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know what you’ve been through, but I want to. I want to be there when you need me. When you need to let it out. When you want someone to talk to and actually listen. But I guess you’re too scared that I’ll run away in fear. So fine, believe that. I thought you knew me, but I guess I was wrong. Goodnight Barnes.”
You didn’t let him speak, weather or not he was going to as you stomped off to your own room. The sound of the door slamming filled the hallway before it was casted into a chilling silence. You sat on the edge of your bed, gripping the sheets tightly. That argument made you remember the things you saw in the Void. The memories you wished to forget, the lives you took. You knew you wouldn’t get any sleep now.
The morning was silent, neither of you speaking to each other. Even as you handing him his coffee he said nothing. You felt like panicking. What if he doesn’t talk to me forever? He hates me now. Where will I move? And with that, your grip on the counter tightened, the panic settling in. Soon the memories started resurfacing.
You didn’t even hear when Bucky got up and walked over to you, his hand hesitantly placed on your shoulder, trying to ground you. Bucky wasn’t the best at this, but he’d try for you, like he always did.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” His voice uncharacteristically soft, comforting. As you didn’t respond him pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back. “Come here, kid… I got you.”
The panic started to subside as you gripped the back of his shirt, your tears soaking his shoulder. This was nice, but you wished he would let you do the same to him.