**fluff**

Imagine something sad. The end.

"Y/N?" Bucky asked as he woke up quietly from a dream. "Y/N, are you there?"

I didn't dare move. This man, according to the news and almost every one else, was a monster.

"Y/N, please respond to me," he murmured quietly as he hugged his right arm around me.

I took in a breath quietly, trying to act as calm as possible. I hugged the blanket a little tighter, trying to cover as much as I could. I wasn't naked. I was wearing a light pink tank top and white cotton shorts, but I still felt exposed. Who wouldn't feel exposed when you were in bed with a stranger?

"Y/N, I love you," he murmured, squeezing me slightly with the arm that was wrapped around me.

I shivered. This man was an assassin. Just saying a few words in Russian like Benign, One, Longing could set him off. Not could- would. And not to mention he had a metal arm, which was under my pillow that my head was resting on. At any moment he could quickly choke me or break my neck.

"I love you, Y/N," he murmured again. He brought his lips to the back of my neck and kissed it softly, moving my hair to the side with his right hand.

I shivered and covered my sob with my hand, making sure he couldn't hear.

"Please, get off of me," I murmured quietly.

He stopped what he was doing in a moment and froze.

I sobbed quietly into the pillow and prayed for him to not kill me or do worse. God knows what he could do to me. He has the strength to beat the shit out of the Steve Rogers.

"God, oh God- Y/N. I forgot. I'm sorry," he murmured as he removed his arm from around me. He quickly removed his metal arm from under my pillow as well and I retreated to the farthest I could go on my side of the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured again as he brought himself to his side of the bed, making sure we weren't touching even remotely.

I sobbed into my pillow and wrapped the blanket around myself, making sure it was all the way at my chin. I was sleeping with an assassin. I was sleeping with the man that beat up Captain America. I was sleeping with the man that I used to call my boyfriend. I was sleeping with the man that claimed he loved me. I was sleeping with the man that killed my sister.

"Please, never touch me again," I murmured into my pillow. I don't know if he heard me, for he never responded. He just shifted on his side of the bed and let out a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, muffled by the pillow.

"Sorry doesn't bring back my sister," I murmured back with anger. Our backs were to each other, which was exactly how I wanted us. I didn't want him to look at me and I didn't want to look at him.

He let out a shaky breath and then a sob. He sobbed for a few moments into his pillow before he sniffled and said, "I just wish you remembered me and remembered us. I wish it never happened." He began sobbing again into his pillow and a few stray tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Sorry doesn't bring back my sister," I murmured again, more quiet this time.

May 3, 2016. Flashback.

"Y/N, catch!" Steve yelled to me as he threw his shield at me. I caught it and hit War Machine with it, to which he responded by grabbing it and throwing it at me.

"Fuck!" I yelled in response to the pain.

"Language!" Steve yelled from across the airport.

"Shut the hell up," War Machine responded. He then hit me across the head with a piece of concrete and my whole world went black.

When I awoke, I remembered how it happened- how I lost my memories. But I didn't remember the memories. Bucky? He was an assassin I knew about. He was The Winter Soldier, and the man that killed my sister.

I woke up to Bucky saying, "Y/N, please be ok. Y/N, I love you. Y/N-" to which I screamed for help. There was an assassin beside my hospital bed saying that he loved me. What was I suppose to do?

"Help! Steve! He's gonna kill me! He's gonna kill me! Help!" I yelled as I squirmed in my hospital bed.

The Winter Soldier gave me a worried and confused look as he stood up from the chair he was sitting in.

Steve emerged in the hospital room with Sam, from what I remember, and looked between me and the assassin.

"What'd you do to her?" Steve asked in shock.

"I was holding her hand and praying for her to be ok and then she woke up and started freaking out," he said to Steve.

The three men then looked at me with confused looks.

"Steve, what the hell are you doing? He's gonna kill me," I sobbed into my hands. I pushed myself back as far as I could. "He's gonna kill me just like he murdered my sister. He's a monster!"

The assassin wore a sad look just as his eyes began watering. "Oh no," he murmured. "Oh, God! She has amnesia," he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. He then rested his flesh and metal hand on my bed and leaned forward, to which I backed up into my pillow even more. "Are you sure you don't remember me? You don't remember us being a couple? You don't remember me telling you that I love you for the first time? You don't remember buying our first apartment? Please, tell me you remember at least one memory with me," he said as tears streamed down his cheeks.

I leaned forward bravely and looked him dead in the eyes. "I remember you killing my sister right in front of my eyes," I snarled.

Present Day

That was the first and last time I was brave in front of the super soldier. It must've been something in the pain medication, because right after that I passed out. And now, I was lying in the same bed as him, scared out of my fucking mind.

"I should've been there with you. I shouldn't have went off with Steve," Bucky murmured. "This is all my fault," he murmured as he began crying again.

I let out a shaky breath. Maybe if I pretended I was sleeping he would just shut up. So, I cuddled into my pillow and tried my best take at acting. Turned out that it worked.

**

Dreams.

Dreams clouded my sleep. Oh, so many of them.

The first dream was of Bucky and I at a carnival and he was throwing his arm out to win me a stuffed bear. He blew three bucks, but he won me the best goddamn stuffed bear in the county.

"Thanks, baby," I murmured as I kissed his cheek.

"No problem, Doll," he murmured back. He then kissed me quickly on the lips and I giggled.

The next dream was of Bucky and I in bed together laughing. We were both naked and lying next to each other, but we were laughing. He had just told me the story of when he peed himself at a party. He was with Steve and long story short there was a lot of alcohol.

The next dream was of Bucky and I coloring. Yes, coloring. We were coloring in a coloring book titled "Hello Kitty." We were both silent and just enjoying each other's company.

The next dream was of Bucky and I getting in a fight, and I forced Bucky to sleep on the couch until he apologized to me. He had gotten drunk at a party and texted me, asking if I would send him some pictures of myself. I had texted back, asking why he wanted them now, and his response was: "Because I want to show the other men here at the party how sexy you actually are. They keep telling me to ask you for naked pictures because they don't think you're actually as sexy as I described you as. So lemme show them something sexy? Maybe that little black bra and panty set?

At this I was disgusted and ended up texting him the biggest paragraph of my life, to which he responded: I didn't know you were so sensitive. Jesus. Lighten up a little. You're always no fun when it comes to stuff like this.

The next morning was not fun for Bucky.

When he had originally gotten home, I just pushed him on the couch and he fell asleep there, being as drunk as possible.

But the next morning? Oh, I woke him up by banging a wooden spoon on a frying pan and belting out the National Anthem. Long story short he apologized and I somehow forgave him for it.

More dreams clouded my sleep until I awoke. I awoke next to the sleeping figure which I called my boyfriend. Wait-

"Bucky?" I whispered. Those weren't just dreams, were they?

"Bucky!" I yelled as I threw my whole body on top of him as I hugged him. He was better and much more cuddlier than that bear he won me last year.

"Ah!" Bucky screamed in response. "Y/N!? Oh, shit! Did I touch you? I'm sorry if I did. Please don't kill me," he yelled as he was frozen in place with me on top of him.

I leaned my lips down to his ear and whispered, "Where's that teddy bear you won me last year at the carnival?"

He looked up to me with a shocked look on his face.

"Wait- you...?" He began and I nodded my head.

"Oh, Y/N!" He yelled as he turned so I could lay on his chest as he hugged me. He sobbed into my hair. "I thought you were gone! I thought I lost you for good!" He continued sobbing into my hair and I began sobbing into his chest.

"I'm here for good, Bucky," I murmured. "I love you so much."

"I love you more," Bucky murmured into my hair. "Please, never leave me again. Please never tell me to stop touching you or to get away from you like you did before."

"I won't, baby. I promise," I murmured. "You're my Bucky."

Alternate Ending. Starts after asterisks (**)

I awoke to my arm wrapped around a sleeping figure. Shit. My arm was wrapped around him. And I couldn't get out of it without him waking up. Shit.

He moaned quietly in his sleep and shifted. He then mumbled something in an alien language and shifted again. He looked so cute.

Wait. No. He. Did. Not.

Fuck.

Just then a massive headache erupted through my brain and I screamed into his shoulder.

He awoke with a jolt and and turned to look at me.

"Y/N? Are you ok?" He asked frantically as I clutched my head.

"Make it stop!" I yelled as my head began pounding even harder. I began seeing fragments of things in my head, all involving Bucky and I.

My breathing quickened as the images began flooding in.

Wait- these weren't just images. These were memories.

"Y/N, I'm going to call the hospital, alright? I'm not getting up to get any weapons or anything," Bucky said cautiously as he began shifting so he could get out of the bed.

"No! Stay," I begged. The pain subsided and I looked at him with a new perspective, or an old perspective.

"What?" He asked confused.

I giggled quietly. "Bucky, where is that teddy bear you won for me last year at the carnival?"

He wore a confused look before it turned into a shocked and happy one. "What? Y/N, do you remember me?"

"Yes. I remember us," I murmured. He hugged me and I hugged back. He hugged me so hard that he collapsed on top of me on the bed.

"This is the best day of my life," he mumbled into my shoulder. "I love you so so so so so so so so so so so much, Y/N!"

"I love you, too, Bucky," I mumbled back with happy tears. "I love you so much."

Ta Daaa

I haven't written anything in a while.

But I saw Civil War again.

Love Y'all!

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