A/N: I don't know what to say...sorry for taking so long to update. I've been pretty busy, enjoy this short chapter!

Warning: mostly sadness

(Y/N)'s POV...

I was walking to my room when I heard it. Just getting back from the lab at 3:00am. The whimpering, the yells, the cries. I couldn't tell where it was coming from... until I passed Bucky's room. Steve had put Buck's room across from mine, for some reason Steve's room was in another hall. We were the only ones on this floor, right below the Avenger's Lounge.

I walked up to Buck's door knocking on it softly. "Bucky? You okay?" I got a fairly loud whimper in response. I opened his door, seeing him tangled in the sheets fighting some unknown being. "Bucky?" I asked a little louder this time. He stopped moving. I moved closer to the bed turning on a lamp, as I got next to him I could see him crying in his sleep. "Bucky. Please wake up." I said shaking his right arm. He started to stir and his eyes opened. My heart broke. His beautiful eyes were filled to the brim with tears, he looked so vulnerable in that moment. "(Y/N)?" His voice cracked as he tried wiping the tears away. "Yeah, It's me. You okay?" I said trying to be gentle with him. He sniffled, "Yeah...no...I didn't wake you, did I?" His voice was so low, I could barely hear him.

"No, I was just coming back from the lab." I tilted my head to look at him. "Do you... do you want to talk about it?" Bucky looked down, tears still pouring out of his eyes. A sob left his lips, as he sat up with his hands on his eyes. Without thinking, I quickly climbed onto the bed putting my arms around a shirtless Bucky.