"Get away! Don't hurt me!" You screamed. Your eyes peeled open as you sat up in bed, your face soaked with tears and body drenched in sweat. You looked around frantically into your dark bedroom, waiting for someone to jump at you at any second. Someone knocked on your door softly and you jumped. You reached your shaking hand for the gun under your mattress and pointed it at the door.

"Y/N?" A voice came from the other side of the door. You lowered your gun a fraction of an inch. You knew that voice, "C'mon Y/N, let me in. It's me, Bucky." It said.

You got out of your bed and walked slowly towards your door. Turning the knob, you opened the door. Bucky immediately came in and looked you over. He took a step towards you, but you only took a step back. His face softened and he reached for the gun still pointed at him. He slowly took it with his metal arm and took it to your coffee table. He came back and tried to get close to you again. This time, you let him get closer. He wrapped his arms around you and you stayed put in place, not moving a muscle.

"It's okay doll, I'm here." He cooed as he smoothed out your bed head. He ran his fingers through your hair and you seemed to relax against his touch. He pulled you to your couch and he laid down, pulling you down and laying you on top of him. Your head rested on his chest as he continues to soothe you. Your tears kept coming as you couldn't stop crying, reliving the nightmare that had happened a few months ago.

You had been captured by Hydra and tortured in order to get the location of their beloved Winter Soldier. You never cracked, enduring the long hours of pain and exhaustion. Eventually you were able to contact Clint thanks to Morse code lessons from Nat. One month. One month struggling to stay alive, trying to keep your eyes open. All you wanted to do during those twenty nine days were go home and see all the Avengers and Bucky. But you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you let Hydra know where Bucky was. So by the time you were rescued, it was enough to give you never-ending nightmares.

Nat tried to calm you down the first few nights but she didn't really know how to console you. She was never really the sensitive type, especially with younger girls. Cap tried to help you after Nat failed. All he ended up doing was put a hand on your shoulder since he never really knew how to deal with a crying girl. He only helped for two nights. Every other Avenger only came into your room once, but no one knew how to help you. No one knew what you went through. Everyone had their own nightmares that they knew how to handle, but not yours. That is, until James Barnes came into your room one night. He told you his stories, the nightmares he relives every night. He knows how to calm you down, part because he went through it, and part because he was close to you and knew you. He noticed you ever since you walked into the Avengers headquarters, announcing you were going to be a new team member. Ever since then, he tried to get closer to you. Whether he wanted to spar with you to be able to have contact with you or to tag along when you wanted to go and spend the day out. He developed a soft spot for you, and your feelings for him were mutual. As you got closer to him, Hydra noticed and made you a priority. They wanted to get him where it hurt the most and they knew the only way was to get to you.

Now, all you wanted was for the nightmares to leave. Your constant panic attacks were enough to want you to shut down in your room for days but Bucky was always there to make things better.

"Y/N? How are you feeling?" He asked. Your body had stopped shaking but your silent tears were still coming down. After a few minutes they slowed down and you sighed. Both of you sat up on your couch but he his arm never left your waist. He pulled you into a hug and you hugged him back tightly.

"Thank you." You whispered as you let go of him. You looking into his eyes and he brushed his thumb under your eyes to wipe away your tears. You smiled sadly at him and took his hand in yours. He gave it a gently squeeze as he smiled back reassuringly.

"Sure thing doll," he replied. He wanted to say something else, but he seemed hesitant.

"What is it?" You encouraged him.

"Why don't you come sleep with me?" He asked, "You don't have to if you don't want to. But this has been happening for a week now, it only makes sense to have you by my side and be able to look after you if, when, this keeps happening."

You seemed to think it over but you already knew your answer. You needed to be by his side. You knew your nightmares were never going to stop and you wanted to be by Bucky's side more than anything.

"Is that fine with you?" you asked timidly. He was offering, but it was still going to be an invasion of privacy of a very private ex-assassin.

"C'mon." He said as he pulled you up and walked through the hallway leading to his living quarters. As you walked in you felt . . . safe. He took you by the hand again and led you to his bedroom.

You got into bed as he turned off the night stand. You felt the bed dip on his side and a hand reach out to you. It hooked onto your torso and pulled you towards his side. He acted as the big spoon and you smiled contently. You felt him nuzzle into your hair and that made you relax even more.

"I'm here for you, okay doll? I'm not gonna let you go. Just go to sleep," he mumbled.

Even if the nightmares came back, you knew that you were safe in Bucky's arms. You fell asleep and you didn't wake up until the next morning.

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I don't know. It's stupid but all I can think about right now is how Sebastian Stan is a few hours away from me and I can't see him. It physically hurts. Help. Anywho, how crazy is it that this book is so close to 1K reads? It's so awesome I'm so happy! Thank you all for reading! Send in requests don't be shy!! Should I write one about how you comfort Bucky when he has nightmares instead of the other way around?