The Dreams that Haunt us
Summary: You usually have nightmares after missions, but this one is worse than usual. Luckily, someone’s there to help you out.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1621 Words
Warning: Fluff, a bit of angst, nightmares, illness, very very slight gore, like it’s not even there
Notes: I wrote this in, like, an hour, so forgive me if there’s mistakes, I didn’t edit it. I also didn’t get to elaborate or create a good title, sorry!
You sit up with a jolt, chest heaving with distress and terror. You’re sweating, beads of water dripping down your forehead. Your heart is racing, thumping rapidly within your ribcage. You glance cautiously around the dark room, eyes flicking and analysing every shadow and corner. Nothing seems to be replicated from your nightmare, so you take a deep breath, trying to control your breathing, taking in lungfuls of the cool air. Tears are still forming in the ducts of your eyes, leaking out in a most shameful way, especially for an Avenger like you. You can taste the saltiness on your lips, quickly swiping a hand over your lids.