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Nightmares

Hello Love-bugs, I’ve decided to just keep doing Calina Romanoff x Bucky one-shots, I do have a book going but in order to help me get out my thoughts these One-Shots are helping wonders. As a reminder! The pairing you will read here is an original character of mine with Bucky. She is the biological sister of our beloved Natasha Romanoff, was also put in the red room but later than Nat since she is a couple years younger. Also, the timeline is the comic timeline just to make it a bit more interesting, meaning, Natasha was born in 1928 and Calina, (My OC) was born in 1934 but since the Widows carry their age VERY well Nat will remain the age she appears in the movies and Calina will appear to be 26.

Also: Please leave one-shot recommendations in comments! X O X O

Summary- Bucky stumbles to Calina’s bedroom in the middle of the night in need of reassurance TW: Truama and PTSD

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The eerie, burning sensation of eyes boring into her skin woke Delilah up with a start. Despite her room submitting to the overwhelming sense of the darkness, she could sense someone with her, and from the slight creak in the floorboards she could tell they were approaching her sleeping form as she analyzed her quickest game plan.

Being careful to stay very still, she slowly inched her hand towards the dagger that was always kept under her pillow, closing her fingers around it as she allowed a deep breath to fill her lungs. As she exhaled, she sprung up in the dark, flinging herself from her comfy bed at the presence in her room, her free hand fisting in their shirt while the other pressed her weapon to the intruder's throat, a grunt escaping their lips.

“I-I was hoping I wouldn’t wake you”

Calina relaxed instantly, recognizing that husky voice she had come to love after all these years not even needing to see his face to know it was him. “Shit Bucky,” She ran a hand through her bed teased hair, her scared fingers catching painfully at the knots. “What are you doing here? It's 2 am” Sighing as she checked the clock Calina moved to her nightstand and fumbled for the small lamp on her dresser. “You scared me, I thought you were someone from the red- Bucky?” As light sliced through the darkness she was finally able to make out the features of the man that stood in her room.

The Sargent had tear tracks tracing down his flushed cheeks, fear clearly dancing through his crystalline eyes. She watched as he tried to keep his composure but as their eyes locked, Calina’s heart broke as she watched his facade drop and the tears flow freely from his already puffy eyes, silent sobs beginning to shake his body.

Without hesitation, she grabbed towards him, pulling him down to her chest, without hesitation his hands wound in the back of her sweatshirt attempting to pull her closer. “Hey, hey, hey” She whispered “its okay, your safe, I’m safe”

Calina mentally cursed herself for not seeing it sooner. There was one point in their lives where this had become a routine, and it crushed her every time she had to see him so torn. Despite being free of his life as the Winter Soldier the gruesome memories still haunted him, plaguing him with flashbacks every time his eyes fluttered closed and his head hit the pillow. Most of the time he was able to wake up from those nightmares and calm himself, not wanting to burden anyone, but there were certain nights, ones like now, where even conscious he couldn’t rid himself of the horrors.

“I did-didn’t mean to wake you” He sniffled into her shoulder as she walked them back til her thighs hit the back of her bed, Bucky took notice of what she was doing and let go of her long enough to sit himself on the bed, hesitantly drawing her into his lap. One of her hands drew soothing circles into the part of his shoulder where flesh met metal, the other resting gently on his that sat on her thigh while Bucky's head nestled deep into her neck. Calina waited patiently for the tears to slow, murmurs of comfort leaving her lips every few hiccups.

Eventually the flow of tears against her neck stopped, and Bucky's breathing slowed. “Do you want to talk about it, Dragul meu?” She whispered, pressing a fluttering kiss to his temple.

A shaky breath left his chest, “We were…on a mission” He started slowly “Hydra was involved. Things went south and you got captured-” Bucky's voice broke, Calina just held him tighter. “I went to go find you, and-and I did. They had you strapped to the chair, the one they used for…me” Calina’s breath caught in her throat, she had heard many stories of said chair. She had a feeling she knew where this dream was going.

“Bucky, Love,” Lifting his head from her shoulder she forced his eyes to meet hers. His bright blue eyes were tear clouded and even more read than before, lines of worry painfully tight across his forehead. “It’s okay-”

“When I got to you, you were bleeding and bruised, I lost it. I didn't bother to check if there was anyone else with us. Of course, there was. They started saying the-the words. I didn't think they would work since we fixed it in wakanda…but Calina they did” tears began to fall again, the warm droplets trailing down the woman's collarbone. “My mission,” He gasped, this time his once gentle touch closed into fists around her. She knew he was too scared to realize what he was doing but she also knew those actions would leave bruises against her pale skin. “Was to kill you. I fought and fought it, but I couldn't refuse the order. I killed you Calina, I killed you. I pulled out of the trance right as you dropped dead, into my arms. Thats-thats when I woke up.”

Calina was at a loss for words but her hesitant response worried him even more and Bucky's breathing became erratic, his chest heaving with each painfully burdened breath. Releasing his grip on her, his hands found their way into his hair as he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head in an attempt to rid the horrible nightmare from his brain.

“Bucky-”

“I killed you!” His eyes snapped open, widening when he saw her in front of him. Tearing away from her he frantically stood, Calina falling from his lap with a start. “I need- I need to go, I cant- you cant be near me” Stumbling to the door his metal hand reached for the handle but Calina lept into action, slipping between him and the door.

Bucky flinched. “Calina, please” He pleaded, his voice cracking in pain. “You can't be near me, what if he hurts you?”

“James, my love, come here,” Smiling softly, the woman took his face in her cool hands. “I trust you. You wouldn't let him hurt me.”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “But what if I do?”. Bucky wouldn't be able to live with himself if she died by his hands. He met Calina Romanoff many years ago back in the Red Room. She fell in love with his monstrous side. The only one to show him compassion and love, something he had not seen for many years till he saw her. They were the Red Room lovers. Whispers of their fairytale spread all throughout Europe, sadly those murmurs eventually reached the Red Room who forced the two apart. They fought them with everything they had but his spy was still ripped from his arms, their foolish fantasy coming to a naught end. Though He never stopped thinking of the beautiful and fierce girl he had come to love; no matter how many time’s his memory was wiped, her face still played repetitively in his eyes. When they were reunited it was like he could see in color again, actual meaning flooded into his life when he saw her smile, he couldn't bear to lose her.

“Listen to me James. We’ve been through so much, I’ve handed you my life on many occasions and I'm still here right?” She waited until he nodded “You’ve saved so many people since then Bucky, the shadow of a man you used to know is no longer here, and I swear on everything if he comes back I will stay right there with you til’ its all over, because it will end. You’re one of the strongest people I know, I have so much faith in you that will never fade. Do you understand that?”

Peering through the dark she could faintly make out the movement of his lips but no words fell upon her ears.

“What was that sergeant?”

That caused a small smile to tug at the corners of his mouth. “Yes Ma’am”

“Good,” Capturing his lips in a tender kiss she took his hands in hers, walking him back to her bed. “You can stay with me tonight”

Falling back into routine, Calina crawled to the left side of the bed snuggling deep into the covers as Bucky did the same to her right. Once they were finally situated with their bodies turned towards each other Bucky spoke for a final time. “I don't deserve you,” He whispered admirably, tucking a strand of hair behind her freckled ears. “I never understood why you chose me”

“Because this,” She brought his metal hand to rest on her heart, the slow thumping sending vibrations up throughout his body. “Belongs to you entirely”

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