No One
On shot Bucky x Natasha, post Winter Solider
No one could love someone so broken
No one could fall for someone so dead
No one could lust after someone one so hideous
No one could dream about a nightmare so dark.
But you're not no one.
The winter solider sat on her stark white couch, his black clothes and hair a deep contrast, watching TV. He really wasn't watching it, more like glaring. In fact his eyes weren't even focused on the show. Natasha sighed from her arm chair where she was reading. He was sitting so rigged, his fists clenched. Sometimes Bucky would be thrown into this mental state where he was remembering or reliving a part of his life he had forgotten. He would be sucked into another world and completely forget the one he was in. after his memories pass he would come to panty and near crying. Only once had Nat seen him smile after he came out of one of his trances. But judging by the look in his eyes today would not be a smiling day.
She knew he wouldn't hear her is she spoke, when he goes to see Doctor Banner he tells him what happens in the trances. Banner tells him every time it happens that she is there talking to him. Bucky would say he felt things but couldn't hear. Nat learned the only way to sooth him is to hold his hand like a child. No matter how much she yelled at him to fight, he would never hear her and he would go down.
She rose from her chair, marking her book then setting it down next to her gun. She sat down on the couch next to him tucking her legs under herself. She rested her head on his shoulder and gently kissed the skin a few times. She held his hand rubbing her thumb over his scared knuckles from punching Steve's face in. she cherished each one of his scars as he did hers. Ever since he had moved in with her, as friends, they had become closer. They shared secrets, scars. Eventually they shared more than words.
She kissed his cheek, hoping he would remember her even in his darkest memories. Not a moment later he came to. He fell back against the couch panting aggressively, his limbs shaking. He scooted down the couch away from Natasha blinking furiously as if he was seeing for the first time. She knew whatever he saw must have been one of his worse memories. They had tortured him countless times when he was held by Hydra everyday she watched him relive those moments. He had killed countless people under the spell cast by Hydra, he blamed himself every day. She reached for him but he cringed away. She would have none of this. She pushed her palms on his chest pushing him down onto the cushions. She then swung a leg over his hip and straddled him. Her finger moved from his chest to his face.
She gripped his face in her hands as she looked down upon him, "I don't care what happened then, all I care about is now."
Bucky's eyes were brimmed with tears.
He reached up and cupped her face in his hands, "Nat I… I." he didn't know quite how to say things to her. Every day he struggled in ways to communicate with people, but mostly with Natasha. She made him speechless.
She turned her head and kissed his palm, "I love you." She looked deep into his eyes and she knew he felt the same. Ever since they first kissed she had felt her heart burst with love for this damaged man. Now she knew it was love and not some other emotion, she loved Bucky Barnes.
His arms slithered around her back he tugged her down on his chest. His lips found her neck as he kissed lightly. "No one could love someone so broken," he murmured in to her skin.
"No one could fall for someone so dead," he placed a tender kiss under her jaw, he tasted salt on his tongue.
"No one could lust after someone one so hideous," he whispered into her ear as a hand slid down her back and clutched her bottom.
"No one could dream about a nightmare so dark," he said huskily, placing another kiss on her bare shoulder.
He removed his face from her neck to see her crying. He wiped away the tears tracing his wet thumb over her lip, "But you're not no one."