Bucky jolts awake after having a terrible nightmare. His entire body felt disconnected from reality, his chest tightened, his heart pounded, his hands grew clammy and numb, and he felt slightly sick to his stomach. These were all the symptoms Bucky experienced during a panic attack. He curls up into a ball, shaking. Soon it became difficult to breathe and he felt hot and cold at the same time. Bucky desperately wanted to seek comfort from his boyfriend, Sam; but didn't want to disturb him considering how late it was. So, he just laid there in misery, breathing heavily and occasionally coughing. The pain in his chest gets so bad that Bucky's eyes began to fill with tears. Suddenly, he hears his bedroom door being opened and footsteps approaching him.

"Bucky?" said a voice Bucky recognized as his Boyfriend's.

He looks up and sees Sam's worried expression.

"Bucky, are you okay? You're shaking. Are you sick?" said Sam concerned.

Sam pushes Bucky's hair out of his face and presses his palm against his forehead.

"N-not...s-sick." Bucky said, voice trembling.

"It's a panic attack?" asked Sam.

Bucky nods and wraps his arms around himself. Sam crawls into bed beside Bucky and strokes the side of his head.

"It's okay, I got you. Just breathe." he said calmly and gently.

Within a few minutes, Bucky's breathing begins to settle. Soon all his panic attack symptoms started to fade away and he clings tightly to Sam and buries his face in his chest. Sam rubs Bucky's back and runs his fingers through his hair. Exhaustion hits Bucky harder than a punch from the Hulk and he falls asleep in Sam's arms. When he woke up the next morning, Bucky was all alone in his bed.

"Sam?" Bucky called out sitting up in bed.

"I'm right here, Buck." Sam said coming back into the room.

He sits on the edge of the bed.

"Are you hungry?" Sam asked.

Bucky quietly shakes his head 'no'.

"What was the nightmare about?" Sam questioned as he pulled Bucky into his lap.

"I...I-I was under Hydra's control again...a-and I killed everyone...i-including...y-y...you. I strangled you to death without a shred of remorse." Bucky explained, sobbing at the end.

Sam hugs Bucky and kisses his forehead.

"You don't need to worry about that, ever. You're not under any control other than your own. And you could never hurt me." Sam said.

"I love you." Bucky whimpered into Sam's shoulder.

"I love you, too." replied Sam.

Later on, Bucky got hungry and Sam made him pancakes.