Rescue You - Bucky Barnes x OC
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Warnings: A little angst, mention of nightmares and panic attacks, Bucky being soft and receiving our affection!
Word count: 1,362.
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Synopsis: Makena, a prodigal in Wakandan medicine, was assigned to care for Bucky Barnes when he was taken in. After a few days of getting to know him to begin proper treatment, the young woman was able to have the opportunity to see a side that few could have access to and would work hard to rescue him from his broken mind.
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Three weeks had passed since she had started visiting Bucky in the hospital wing. In fact, she spent a lot of time there, and so the room next door had been adjusted for her, so that she could be near him when he needed her. Due to the change of environment and the recent stress, his already common nightmares had increased from one to three a night, soon preventing him from having a restful night's sleep. At first, Makena was unwilling to drug him with medication, as the intention was to not let his body depend on drugs to sustain itself, but on some nights, the young doctor found herself having to sedate him or else he would risk being activated, as his despair upon waking was truly frightening.
That last month has been difficult for everyone, the people were still mourning the departure of King T'Chaka, there was a lot of pressure on the royal family regarding T'Challa's leadership, so Makena intended not to bother them and to ensure that Bucky remained under control and well without the interference of the fragile family. Despite being part of the family, despite being the only cousin of the brothers and niece of the late king and queen mother, she took on the responsibility of practicing her profession and being the most humane psychiatrist/psychologist that that man needed, even though she and her family needed it too.
Returning to the conditions of the centenarian soldier, on the most intense nights, he would retreat into his shell during the day, not wanting to eat, talk or move, he would sit on the floor huddled in a corner or lock himself in the bathroom, Makena remained patient with him at all these times, directing kind words of encouragement, giving him the human warmth, help and guidance that he clearly needed, but mainly giving him space, but always watching him from afar to ensure his safety and that of others.
But, apart from these moments, the two had pleasant conversations on the days when his mind was not reaching him. He had good memories of his life before HYDRA, a good start to his recovery. He seemed interested in learning more about this new era he was living in, understanding the new things and how to adapt to them. Makena found him very adorable in those moments when he was surprised by things as simple as her asking the room to play a song and playing it in the room or simply using her cell phone to do so many things. It was like a child learning and Makena was willing to teach him everything.
Up until that moment, she had had nothing more than pleasant conversations and moments, she was still preparing to examine his spirit and she really needed time for that, she needed to make him comfortable and safe to take any more invasive steps. The young doctor had extraordinary gifts of magic that could be an aid in Barnes' recovery, but everything needed to be carefully executed so as not to disturb him further.
So during those days, her only goal was to treat him well, to provide the good side of humanity that had been so painfully ripped away from him.
– Sorry for the delay, today was T'Challa's ceremony and it starts very early, but it doesn't end so quickly… – She announced in a medium tone when she entered the man's room, but soon her voice decreased when she saw Bucky sitting in a corner of the floor staring at a fixed point on the white wall. – Hey… – She murmured softly as she approached him cautiously, after all he was at his most fragile moment and any quick movement could be dangerous. He crouched down to his level and observed him carefully, that night he had only woken up once and managed to fall asleep soon after after drinking some water, receiving the coolness of the air conditioning and a little caress in his long hair, but maybe he had another one during her absence. – Bucky…? – Her voice came out in a light whisper, soon sitting on the floor in the lotus position. – Can you let me in? – A very common method she learned was to always ask if she could enter that chaotic space that the person had put themselves in so that, whatever they were feeling or seeing, they wouldn't have to go through it alone. He flinched a little and grumbled softly, his restored metal arm making a soft clicking sound as he closed his hand into a fist. - It’s okay… I’ll wait for you, I’m right here by your side… - She reassured him and then slowly leaned against the closet, looking away from him.
She learned that, at times like these, he didn't always like to be left alone or ignored, but he also didn't want attention focused on him, so she just sat next to him and waited for him to take the lead so she could react.
Ten long minutes passed and then she noticed a cautious movement, her gaze directed towards him and he was sitting in the lotus position like her, his gaze was lowered and partially covered by his hair, slowly he raised his gaze to her. There was anguish and tiredness, an almost imperceptible pout formed on his lips.
– My White Wolf… – She murmured softly with a light and welcoming smile on her face. The nickname given to him affectionately due to his cautious and wild personality was very well received when mentioned, it also seemed to disarm him at times. He grumbled softly, getting out of his position and practically crawling until he laid his head on Makena's lap, his beautiful icy eyes directed upwards, fixed so intensely on hers. – It's okay… I got you hm… – She brought her fingers to his dark brown strands and combed them calmly, lightly rubbing his scalp with her long nails, seeing him shiver as always due to the sensitivity there. She smiled slightly, watching him slowly relax and close his eyes.
Makena didn't mind if he ended up sleeping there. On many of his difficult nights, he ended up on her lap. But it was still preferable for him to go to bed to get real comfort. She understood when he said that he had trouble sleeping on very soft places. Even though his intention was to relax, feeling relaxed left him feeling vulnerable and easy prey. She even changed his mattress to a less soft one so that he could feel a little better. Fortunately, it helped, but during his crises, the bed was hardly used.
As she had imagined, he ended up falling asleep and then she stretched out and brought the blanket over his body, keeping him warm and as comfortable as possible. Makena sighed softly, paying attention to every detail of his now serene face, the expression lines, every little mole or freckle, the slightly unshaven beard, his nose, his slightly open mouth making a slight, almost imperceptible snoring sound. He was beautiful, one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen and often this left her disconcerted, because she shouldn't look at him that way.
– I wanted so much… to take this away from you… I'm afraid I won't be able to… – Her voice sounded like a pained whisper and her eyes burned slightly with the tears forming. Her free hand went to his chest covered by the blanket, she felt the steady and calm heartbeat there, so she quickly closed her eyes in order to try to feel his spirit.
It's warm and soft, so clean and blue, a clear sign of goodness, purity and strength. He still has a lot of strength inside him, hope, but he still has this barrier in his subconscious that prevents him from recovering.
His hand moved away slightly and adjusted the blanket better on his body.
– My little White Wolf…so good, so pure… – She sniffed softly, wiping away the traces of tears as she looked at him. – I'll take care of you…even if I can't take this away, I'll take care of you…protect you, no matter what happens…I promise… – She leaned down and left a light kiss on his forehead, then on his hair, feeling the soft scent of plums and vanilla in his dark brown strands.
