Sweet Dreams (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Word Count: 1,500+
Summary: Reader feels left out from the Avengers and Bucky helps her, then she helps Bucky.
Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Anxiety and Depression, Nightmares, Social anxiety, panic attacks.
“Hey Nat, could you help me-“.
“No.” She said sternly, cutting me off.
“No. I’m not going to help you with whatever bullshit you need, okay?” She mocked, huffing off.
Great, way to start off my day.
Why was she mad at me?
All I wanted was for her to help me out with training and then hang out with me or something, I knew that I was new, but I just wanted to make some friends- I’ve never really been good with the whole friends thing and this sets the bar pretty low.
I tried as hard as I could to shrug off the incident with Nat, it didn’t really work, but the keyword here was tried.
Crying wasn’t an option, they’d all just laugh at me, I had to stay strong- for myself, not them.
Steve and Sam walked in, both sweaty from their jog “Uh.. Guys? Do you think that maybe I could jog with you tomorrow?” I asked gleefully.
Sam laughed as though I had just said the worlds funniest joke “oh, that… it wasn’t a joke?”.
Steve was silent and although he elbowed Sam, a smile was plastered on his face; They laughed down the hallway, making jokes about me.
Maybe this whole ‘Avengers’ thing wasn’t right for me…
Tony was holding a huge party, he didn’t consider the fact that I hated parties and they freaked me out, sure I could act fine and actually be social in small parties, but tony had invited so many people it was ridiculous; to put it bluntly, I was dying inside.
I was really flipping anxious, I approached tony, who- with his female army were blocking the exit “Tony, could you please move?” I asked, as politely as I could in the current situation.
The girls around him laughed at a joke he was saying “Tony? Could you move please?!” I said with more urgency, as I tried to push through but got shoved back.
No one would care, none of the Avengers even noticed me… I knew I hadn’t met Clint, Pietro or Wanda, but if this was anything to go by I didn’t want to.
“Please, please, let me through- I need… fresh air!” I gasped.
Panic overcame me and all my breath got sucked up into my lungs, I was going to pass out.
This was in fact the last straw.
“ANTHONY HOWARD STARK, COULD YOU PLEASE LET ME THROUGH!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, I could tell Tony was trying to get on my nerves, because not only did he not budge, he also acknowledged my presence.
“Tony, could you move outta the way before I ram my metal fist into your skull” a deep, strained voice boomed from behind me.