Imagine you being the only one to calm Bucky
Requested by end_of_the_world_

Bang
Thud
Boom

Bucky swung with all of his might at the HYDRA agents, taking then out one after another. He screamed and cried as he was in battle, yelling for them to go away, to leave him alone.

The only problem was, he wasn't fighting HYDRA agents. He was attacking the residents of the Avengers Tower, swinging at their faces and necks. He was stuck in a dream, sleepwalking.

"Sir, would you like me to call someone?" Jarvis asked Tony.

"We've got this, Jarvis!" Tony shouted back as he dodged another punch. All of the Avengers didn't want to hurt Bucky, but just wake him up. In that moment, they were just keeping him from hurting himself.

"Sir, I recommend you call Miss (Y/N)." Jarvis said.

"It's three in the morning! There's no need to wake her. We've got this." Steve shouted back, blocking Bucky's foot with his sheild.

"Contacting Miss (Y/N)." Jarvis defiantly said, dialing your phone number.

"Jarvis!" Tony growled, fending off the crazy assassin attacking him.

You were having a wonderful dream.

You sat on a park bench next to Bucky, looking out onto the sunset. Your fingers were intertwined with each others.

"Hey doll, I have something to tell you."

"Yes, Bucky?"

He took a deep breath and stared into your eyes.

"OH MICKEY YOURE SO FINE! YOUR SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND-"

"-HEY MICKEY! HEY, HEY, HEY, HEY MICKEY!" You jolted awake at your ringtone, shaking the image of Bucky singing out of your head. You checked the clock on your bedside table.

3:30 am.

Whoever called you is loosing an eye.

You picked up your phone and answered it.

"What?!" You growled.

"Miss, there is a situation involving Mr. Barnes at the Avengers Tower. Your assistance is requested." Jarvis spoke.

"Oh god. Thank you. Tell everyone I'm coming." You said hastily, throwing yourself out of your bed. You threw a black jacket over your tank top and slipped on some flip flops. You quickly grabbed your keys and phone before running out to your car and starting it, practically speeding to the tower.

You ran inside, saying a rushed hello to the secretary and running to the elevator, Jarvis already bringing you up to the correct level. You sat and caught your breath during the elevator ride, anxious of what was to come.

Please be okay, Bucky. Please be okay.

The elevator doors opened and you gaped at the sight in front of you.

Vases shattered, tables flipped, the Avengers defending themselves against a man you loved- Bucky.

Oh Bucky. The sight of him broke your heart. He was screaming about being taken away while he swung at anything in sight. It was another night terror, you already knew.

"Jesus." You whispered, stepping around the broken glass on the floor. You walked behind Bucky while he tried to punch through Steve's shield.

"Bucky. It's okay. I'm here." You said. Bucky stopped and turned slowly to you.

"(Y-Y/N)? You're okay?" He stuttered, taking a hesitant step towards you. You smiled slightly and held out your arms to him.

"Yes, Buck. I'm okay. Come here. Let's get you back to bed." He walked into your arms and hugged you tightly, burying his nose in your hair. You pulled away and kept an arm around his waist as you led him back to his bedroom, making sure to kick away any glass he would step on.

"Okay, just lay down, sweetheart." You cooed. He layed down and pulled you with him, cuddling to your chest as his eyes slowly closed.

"I love you, doll." He said softly as he drifted off to sleep. Your heart skipped a beat, and you just layed your head on his and ran your hand through his hair.

A few minutes later, you felt him jolt slightly and groan. He froze when he noticed somebody laying next to him, then relaxed when he recognized the smell of your perfume.

"Oh no." He whispered, shifting himself so he sat up, rubbing his eyes. "I did it again, didn't I?"

"It's okay, Buck." You said, rubbing his back.

"Did I hurt anyone?" He asked, his voice strained.

"No, honey. You're all right now." You put your chin on his shoulder, and he turned his face away from you. You could see his jaw clench, so you scooted around to face him and put your fingers under his chin, pushing his face to look at you.

He had tears threatening to spill, his beautiful, blue eyes red and puffy.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Bucky." You put your hand on his cheek as his lip began to tremble. "Don't cry." You whispered, feeling tears forming in your own eyes.

His lips curved down and he squinted his eyes, tears spilling out of them. He leaned forward and put his forehead on your shoulder, crying softly into your neck.

"Bucky." You choked out. Seeing him like this killed you. Your heart broke for him, and you couldn't help but cry when he did.

He continued to lean on your shoulder, sniffiling and taking shaky breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"I don't want to hurt you." He said softly.

"You won't hurt me." You replied.

"I've hurt people before."

"You would never hurt me on purpose."

He was silent. He knew you were right, but he still couldn't admit it to himself. He couldn't see himself as anything but a monster.

"Look at me, please." You said, making him look you in the eyes. You held his face in your hands, brushing away stray tears with your thumbs.

"I'm a monster." He said in a low voice.

"You're beautiful. Not a monster." You replied. He just looked back to your eyes in wonder. "You're an amazing person, Buck."

"Look at my arm, (Y/N). It's a reminder of how I'm not."

"Feel this." You took his hand and put it over your heart. He could feel it beat beneath his palm. "That is what makes me human. Now look."

You moved his hand to his own heart.

"You are just like me. Just like Steve. Just like Clint, Nat, Thor, Bruce, Wanda, Pierto, and Tony - beneath the arc reactor, that is."

He smiled slightly, feeling his heartbeat.

"I'm human." He mumbled. You smiled and kissed his forehead.

"You've always been, Buck." You took a deep breath and prepared yourself. "And that's one of the many things I love about you."

He tensed slightly and looked up at you, scanning your eyes for a second. You took the silence as a rejection, and looked at you lap, fighting the disappointment.

He lifted your chin and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. The cool metal of his hand held onto your cheek, trailing down to the back of your neck as he pulled away. You wanted nothing more but to kiss him again, to feel his soft, warm lips on yours.

"I love you too, doll."

A/N

Sebastian Fricken Stan kills me. It actually, physically hurts my heart to think I might never meet him :'(

God.

He's so cute.

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