HIS NAME IS BUCKY
Hey guys soooo I know I was going to wait to start these extra chapters up BUT, I really couldn't help myself. This is one is a non-Civil War complaint one which is why I'm posting it anyways. It's set during the time when Bucky and Emilie are waiting for her to have her surgery. I should have another non-CW one coming soonish but I can't say for sure. I have plenty of ideas just don't know which one will come next. I hope you like this one considering it is an extenstion of something that you are already familiar with. Let me know what you think, please?!
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BONUS SHOT #1
Bucky was no stranger to rough nights. He has spent a large amount of his time after getting out of HYDRA's grasp up at night or waking in a cold sweat. This didn't mean he was okay with Emilie starting the cycle about two weeks after they had gotten her out of the mess with some of HYDRA's lowlifes.
Most of the time she would just wake up and start pacing out in the living room as a way to let him sleep. He usually woke up anyways. If she couldn't sleep then he didn't feel alright sleeping. It was some kind of situation that was normal for married couples – or that's what he had been told. They weren't that far into this thing they had going but Bucky understood how it could be possible.
They spent so much time together now that they were living in the same space permanently. They slept in the same bed. A choice that had rattled Emilie for the first couple days. Bucky hadn't minded. Rattling off some bullshit about it being easier for him to find her if something went wrong. She could tell he was lying but didn't push it because she was exhausted.
They had gotten more comfortable being that close to each other. It helped that they spent half the time kissing or talking about things. Most of the time they were kissing.
Tonight Bucky woke up to the sound of gasping coming from his right. He sat up right and muttered for the lights to come on. The light was dim because of what time of day it was. It was some a new setup that Steve thought would help if one of them was sleeping and didn't know what time of day it was. There were a lot of new gadgets in the house that he had to grow accustomed to using. He turned to the purple haired woman. She sounded like she was choking on air.
He hopped off the bed to walk around to her other side. He had a feeling that she was just in the dream. A very bad dream but he needed to be sure before he did anything.
The doctors had told him not to wake her up. She was supposed to wade through the moment for the hundredth time. He didn't like it. More times than not he would touch her face or smooth back her hair. It usually jerked her awake.
Tonight he watched a few seconds longer than usual. Reaching out he touched her shoulder. He applied a slight pressure and shook her as gently as he could. "Emilie…" He whispered.
He had to step a bit closer to the bed when she sat up gasping for air. She sputtered as she tried to get her breathing under control. She nearly fell off from the pillow that was propping up her leg.
She looked at up at him with tears in her eyes before making a grab at her chest as if that would help slow down her racing heart. "Breathe." He instructed. An echo to her own words to him.
She nodded as she ran a hand through her hair.
Once he was satisfied that she was out of danger he took a seat at the foot of the bed, lifting her leg on his lap. "Drowning?" He asked. He really didn't have to because he knew. It was the same nightmare she always had. It was the one thing she couldn't shake from the whole sordid ordeal.
"Yeah…" She sighed. "Sorry." She always apologized as if she was at fault. It hadn't been her fault. It had never been her fault.
Instead of telling her to stop he reached out for her hand as he got to his feet. They weren't going to be able to go back to bed any time soon so they might as well do something. "C'mon."
"What are we doing?" She asked as she allowed him to wrap one arm around her waist while the other threw her opposite arm around his neck. They made it out to the corridor before he bent down to pick her up. They weren't in a hurry but Bucky still liked to do things as quickly as possible. It made her smile sometimes.
He took her over to the sofa before ducking into their kitchen. Emilie looked over the back of the couch to see him pulling out the kettle to make tea. "Tea?"
"It's the only thing that'll ease your nerves." He mumbled as he turned on the fire on the stove, and moved over to stand behind her. His hands found her shoulder and he places his head on top of her hair. He tilted slightly to kiss her hair. Emilie's hand found one of his and lightly patted.
"You're too good to me, Barnes." She smiled.
Bucky smirked before he heard the familiar ringing of a phone somewhere in the house. He couldn't remember where he left his, or if it was the new one they had gotten for Emilie. As he started to go for it, she tightened her hold on his hand. He let it ring with a sigh. They were having a busy night it seemed.
"I know it might be important…" Emilie started.
"That's a subjective term. You're important." He finished quietly.
He let her settle with what he said as the whistle of kettle boiling pulled him away from their embrace. He filed back into the kitchen and finish prepping her cup of tea.
When he brought it back she thanked him with a smile. His eyes trailed towards the corridor then back to Emilie. He decided to stay. If he was really needed they'd send someone to fetch him. He had other things to worry about like the woman in front of him.
Emilie slowly sipped the chamomile and jasmine brew. It was one of her favorites. She looked over at Bucky who was watching her closely. "Thanks."
He nodded. They were silent for a few moments before Bucky finally said what he had been meaning to say for a week now. He was new to the emotions of wanting to be there for someone all the time. Knowing that they're hurting is something that he understood a bit too well. As such he had a hard time now wanting to just make things happen. He had to learn to be patient.
Such as now. He took in a deep breath. "Sam has a friend who could help with this…if you wanted to try."
Emilie looked over at Bucky. She could see the tense pull of his jaw. The way his hands clenched because he was frustrated that there wasn't much he could physically do. She could see his conflict as clear as day.
"Would it make you feel better if I decided that I would try?"
He didn't have to tell her but his aggressively nod was enough of an answer. "Okay."
"You've had one every night for the past four days." He informed her. She knew that it was taking a toll on him.
Emilie placed her cup on the coffee table before sliding over so that she was right beside him. She turned so that she could throw her legs on the couch, Bucky caught her legs and pulled them to situate on his lap. His hands stayed there, touching her.
"I know." She said with a frown. "If talking with this guy will help. I'll do it. I'd hate for you to miss some sleep because of me."
Bucky shook his head. "We're kind of stuck together now. It doesn't bother me."
Emilie looked like something had come to mind. Her eyes lighting up for the barest of moments. Bucky patted her knee with his flesh hand. "What?"
"A song came to mind. It's silly."
Emilie had shared a few musical gems that she liked but she never had one that popped into her head because of something he had said to her. He was currently looking at her with an amused expression. "Is it on your music thing?" He was talking about her iPod.
She laughed. "Yes, I haven't listened to it in a while actually."
Bucky got up to go retrieve it. It was sitting in the extra room where they had miniature library and Emilie's laptop set up. They had slowly been adding to the book collection. A small thing that they did together that didn't involve guns or knife battles. There were even some he remembered from the 40s among the ones already on the shelf. He picked up the media player and walked back out.
Emilie was finishing up her tea when he came back and handed it to her. He hadn't really tried to work it. He let her mess with it if they were going to listen to something.
She easily found the track and passed him an earbud, she had already tucked the other one in her ear. Once he had done so she pressed play. She watched him as the song played out waiting for his reaction. Bucky was a very intense person when he was trying to take something seriously but by the time he got to the chorus she saw the smile slip onto this face.
It was a silly song. Very catchy but silly.
By the time it was over she could visibly see him laughing.
"I warned you." She told him.
"It was cute." He said once he came down from the hysterics.
"What can I say?" She joked.
Bucky pressed his forehead against hers. "That's not the word I would use to describe you."
Emilie eyes widen. "Oh?" It was very rare for her to get Bucky into a romantic sense. It just wasn't who he was anymore. He had mentioned that he used to be very invested in the women. A playboy in a sense but also not in the typical way you would think. He was a romantic guy. She knew that. However, he kept their moments between the two of them.
"Breathtaking…" He whispered right before kissing her.
Emilie had to not laugh at his choice of words due to how ironic they were in that moment when he was the one literally taking her breath away.
"You're such a charmer, Bucky Barnes." She whispered right before there was a knock at their door. There really was no getting out of not answering. Emilie sighed patting his cheek before gesturing for him to go get it.
They really weren't going to bed any time soon.
Quick note: The song Emilie gets Bucky to listen to is 'Stuck Like Glue' by Sugarland. I've had that song picked for a long time. He would find it amusing. And apparently it came out in 2010 which I feel like wasn't super long ago. That's the year I graduated high school. Oh dear...
Anyways hope you guys enjoyed this little look into our two nerds. If you have something you really want to see let me know and I'll see what I can do if I'm not already planning to do it! 3