I Will Rescue You

Fandom: Avengers / Falcon & Winter Soldier

Pairing: Natasha & James Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen (Sexual Content)

Summary: Upset that he had to "play the winter soldier" in his scheme with Zemo, Bucky reaches a mental setback and Natasha brings him back.

Notes: For the sake of my story, Natasha doesn't die at the end of Endgame.

So its to my understanding that in the comic books, Bucky trained Natasha in the Red Room and they fell in love. Lets go with that idea.

Story inspired by Episode 3 of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier and "Rescue" by Lauren Daigle.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I merely wished they really made these 2 a couple.

"It didn't take much for him to fall back into form."

Zemo words were still haunting him 2 days later and he wasn't sure how long he could keep his cool. With every bounty hunter on their tale, it was a smarter move for them to lay low in Madripoor until the excitement died down. Sharon was nice enough to let them stay at her place, and truth me told it wasn't that much of a punishment. The luxury apartment had a beautiful view of the waterfront and Sharon's hospitality had almost made it feel like a vacation.

Almost.

He couldn't get the fight scene out of his head. Sure, he had to play a part, pretend to be the brainwashed robot winter soldier that only knew to obey and kill. And most of those men probably deserved the ass whooping they got. But all of this was against rule number 2. He may have been released from his mandatory therapy but rule number 2 should be an easy enough rule not to break.

But then again he was Bucky, he was stubborn and truth be told, he kind of enjoyed it.

Hurting people? No, but he enjoyed the excitement of getting back into a fight that meant something. They needed to figure all this shit out and he wasn't sure if he would want to stop kicking ass to get there.

Sam had been good to him, making sure he was ok. The Falcon wasn't blind to the mental turmoil Bucky found himself in, but he tried not to push it. It was no secret that Bucky couldn't open up to Sam as he had to Steve, but Bucky couldn't deny to himself that Sam cared. Maybe they weren't exactly friends, but they were something. He needed sleep. But everything he managed to drift off, the nightmares came back. Every murder, every gunshot, every chokehold. Drinking didn't help, threatening Zemo within an inch of his life didn't help either.

The airconditioning was blasting, yet he was drenched in sweat. His bare chest was glistening in the moonlight and his breathing was ragged. He was going to starting falling apart if he didn't get some sleep, some regain of his sanity. He needed some peace.

He needed Natasha.

Bucky let out a rough groan. "God baby, I wish you were here," he grumbled as he fell back down into the pillow.

The light suddenly switched on. "Your wish is my command."

With a jolt, Bucky sat up straight in bed, his eyes fixated on the door.

There she was was, in the flesh. Natasha Romanoff, the love of his life.

"Baby," he frantically gasped, his eyes squinting. "How, why…." He muttered but she merely smiled at him. "Sam called."

Bucky nodded, and took a deep breath. "Did he tell you what happened?" His tone was sad and did not go unnoticed by the Russian bombshell. "Yes," she responded and he closed his eyes at her answer. Reaching the bed, Natasha straddled him, he hands cupping his face, causing him to look up at her. "Are you ok?" She asked carefully, her non judgemental orbs searching his own. Instantly his eyes teared up and he shook his head. "No," he choked, burying his face in her chest.

Natasha instinctively wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him close as she rocked him slowly as he softly cried into her skin. "Shh," she sussed, kissing the top of his head. "Im here," she whispered, hoping the words would comfort him. She held him for long moments, hoping her heartbeat would calm him. It took her a few moments but Bucky managed to calm his emotions. He may be a broken man, but there was something about her scent that soothed the uneasiness that rocked his core on the daily. All Bucky wanted was peace, Natasha was his peace.

"I'll save kicking your ass for helping Zemo escape for next time," she chuckled, placing another kiss onto of his head. He knew she was more serious then joking, he was grateful that he was spared. "I'll return the favour by sparing Sam." The retort did make her chuckle. "Even if he didn't call, you know Id send out an army to find you in the middle of the darkest night," she offered. He placed a quick kiss on top of hr chest before lifting his head to meet her gaze.

"It's true, I will rescue you." He frowned at her proclamation, mostly because he knew she spoke the truth and he wasn't sure he was worth the effort. No matter how Bucky may have been in his life pre Hydra and how he is making amends now, he didn't feel worthy of anybody's goodwill, least of all Natasha's. Shifting his face lightly to the side, he kissed her hand that had been cupping his cheek before grabbing it and pushing it deeper into his own skin.

"One day I won't be worth saving to you anymore." His confession was soft but the words were heard loud and clear and they painfully pierced Natasha's heart. The man she loved so dearly still didn't believe he was worth saving.

Hey," she began, nudging his face to force him to look up at her. "I will never stop marching to reach you in the middl of the hardest fight. I will always rescue you," she whispered against his lips before pulling him closer. They kissed for long moments, Natasha not wanting to ruin the calmness of their embrace. His heart was still racing in anxiety and his skin was still clammy and drenched in sweat. But she wanted to be closer to him, she wanted him to feel safe.

Breaking the kiss, she pulled herself off of him and stood up and starting undressing. He remained silent, looking in awe as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor. Her red red hung beautifully in curls over her shoulders and her eyes pierced her soul. When she was down to her bra and panties, she switched off the light. Instinctively, Bucky lifted the blanket and she crawled under the cover and cuddled up to him. Their legs intertwined, she rested her head against his chest and pulled him close. His vibranium hand absentmindedly played with her hair while he continually placed soft kisses atop her head.

There was a long moment of silence, the only sound being their controlled breathing and his heartbeat against her cheek. It was almost perfect. She was the first to break. The silence.

"Im not going to stop you from whatever you are doing," she started, her fingers cunningly lazily against his hip. The action made him break out in delicious goosebumps and he leaned into her touch. His response pleased her. "But please come home when you are done."

He turned to kiss her and she let him briefly before pulling back. "In one piece. Come home to me in one piece." He nodded, looking deeply into her eyes. Even though the lights were off, her eyes shone brightly in the moonlight. He wasn't sure she ever looked more gorgeous.

"God, I love you," he breathed before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Natasha moaned into his mouth as his tongue sought entrance against her lips and she happily granted him access. Without breaking the kiss Bucky flipped over, positioning himself above her. He braced himself on his arms as to not crush her under his strong torso. She mewled her delight, her legs wrapping around his waist.

"You better," she whispered back. They both softly laughed before returning to kiss each other hungrily. Bucky physically showed her just how much her loved her, making her climax numerous times before she crashed onto him exhausted and completely satisfied. Breathing hard, he pulled her onto him and she sleepily reminded him how much she loved him.

He knew she'd disappear before we woke up in the morning. But he knew he'd be back home with her soon.

She would rescue him.