Standing backstage, Bucky shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his dark jeans, watching as Gianna took the stage. Tonight's show would be the first time she was performing the song they had written together live in concert, and he was nervous. Since it wasn't recorded or released yet, she planned to sing it in the encore as a special acoustic version for her fans. He'd seen dozens of her shows, and every single one went to at least one encore, sometimes even more. The time she chose to do a third encore, Bucky had been tempted to walk out onstage, throw Gianna over his shoulder, and force her to leave the show. He'd held back, seeing the light in her eyes that didn't seem to dim as she sang to a stadium full of people who adored her. He did, however, give Tom and the tour staff a very pointed warning that anyone who woke her up before noon the following day would risk losing the hand that knocked on her hotel room door.

Several hours later, the final song faded out and all Bucky could hear were the screams of the crowd. He wondered if he'd ever get used to the deafening roar of tens of thousands of screaming teenage girls, made even more unbearable by his heightened super soldier hearing.

"Great job, doll. Took my breath away." Bucky winked, handing Gianna a glass of water as she walked offstage. She gulped the glass down, too parched to respond, but the look she gave him over the top of the plastic cup made his stomach turn. Her green eyes didn't break eye contact with him as Kate dabbed her brow and another stage hand checked the settings on her earpiece. Gianna didn't seem to notice anything but Bucky, and he almost felt himself shrink under her undivided attention. Especially knowing what she was about to do.

Just like all the nights before, not one person had left the stadium. The chants of encore, encore echoed throughout the arena, only growing louder the longer Gianna held out.

Tucking her hair back over her earpiece, she remained locked on Bucky. "Are you ready for this?" Her eyes showed genuine concern. "I don't have to sing this one, if it's too soon, if you'd rather not -"

Bucky cut her off, tilting her chin up to look at him as he stood inches from her face. The cool vibranium felt heavenly against her hot skin as he did so.

"I've been waiting for this all night."

He looked back and forth between her eyes, shoving down the nerves he felt at something so vulnerable about to be shared with thousands of people. He reminded himself that no one would know what the song was about, or the circumstances it was written under. No one would know about that rainy day in the hotel room that changed their relationship from contracted security to something deeper and not yet defined.

Gianna nodded, a smile spreading across her pink glossed lips as she reached for her microphone from the stage manager standing beside her, parting the curtain. She took a deep breath, her chest twinkling with the sweat beads still illuminated in the neon lights.

Turning on her heel, Gianna walked back to the stage, taking a seat at the piano on the far side. She was facing the side of the stage where Bucky stood in the wings, shifting his weight as he waited for her to begin.

"If it's alright with everyone tonight, I thought I'd play a little something I haven't gotten to share with the world yet." Gianna's eyes twinkled as she teased the fans. The crowd erupted and lit up with tiny pinpricks of light from every phone rising into the air. It looked like she was singing to a sea of stars. Bucky swallowed nervously, trying to focus on the beauty of the moment and not the prospect of this song being played for millions of people via the internet. He always seemed to forget about it, no matter how many different iterations of it were scrawled down in his notebook.

"Okay, okay," Gianna laughed, quieting the crowd down. "This song was written on this very tour, with someone who has come to mean a great deal to me." If it weren't for his super soldier eyesight, Bucky would never have noticed Gianna's eyes searching for him in the wings. He took a step forward, letting the light illuminate him while remaining hidden from the crowd. Her eyes softened when she spotted him.

"This song is about strength, struggle, and coming back to ourselves on the other side. I hope you all feel a little of yourselves in this one. It's called…Going Under."

The crowd roared and then quickly quieted down as she began to play, fingers dancing over the keys. Bucky stood stiff and still, soaking in everything from the sound of her voice echoing through the room to the fans in the front row wiping their eyes on their sleeves.

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies (so I don't know what's real)

(So I don't know what's real and what's not)

(Don't know what's real and what's not)

Always confusing the thoughts in my head

So I can't trust myself anymore

Gianna sang the lines that had gutted him the first time he heard them. After such a vicious struggle reclaiming his own mind, endless hours of work and therapy to find himself in his own mind, and years of brainwashing convincing him of what he was and what he wasn't…these words sank heavily into his skin.

Her powerful voice filled the arena, stronger and bolder than the soft rendition he'd heard in the hotel room, and the words they had written together based on his history as the Winter Soldier took on new meaning.

For the first time, Bucky was able to see his horrific past as something other than shameful. He felt a sense of pride and gratitude that Gianna had been able to take his experiences and turn them into something beautiful. Everyone backstage had paused their closing duties to listen to her sing. He heard a chorus of soft voices saying "wow" and "this is her next hit" from the team gathered behind him.

As the encore came to a close, Bucky stood ready to escort Gianna offstage. Instead of the usual hand outstretched to guide her to the green room, he greeted her with the tightest hug Gianna had ever felt. Typically the extent of their physical contact was Bucky's hand grazing her back as he guided her through crowds, and that was mostly unintentional. This was different. Warm, firm, assuring, full of gratitude, and something else Gianna wasn't sure if she was imagining. She closed her eyes and relaxed into him, feeling her sheer exhaustion for the first time all day.

They stood like that for several moments before a sharp voice yanked them from their own world.

"Hey! Stop! You can't go back there!" Bucky opened his eyes to see a thirty-something man in a mask running towards Gianna, having hopped the barrier and evaded the preoccupied security. The man was barreling towards them with a crazed look in his eye, but didn't appear to be armed. Bucky rolled Gianna behind him and took two powerful steps forward, left arm rearing back. There was a resounding thud as Bucky's metal hand collided with the man's skull, and a second one as the man landed on the stage, unconscious.

Gianna gasped, unable to process what had happened in a matter of seconds, but Bucky didn't hesitate. He put his arm around her shoulders and began weaving her purposefully through the backstage chaos. Her vision blurred with fear, confusion, and exhaustion as Gianna struggled t keep up with Bucky's long strides. She heard him talking into his earpiece, but her ears were still ringing with the sound of the man's head smacking the hard stage floor.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the warmth of Bucky pressed against her side and the weight of his arm resting on her shoulders. She heard a whoosh of the sliding door, felt the cool night air on her skin, and hear sirens in the distance.

Gianna opened her eyes to see the black SUV parked right outside the back entrance to the stadium, but the bus was nowhere to be found.

"Get in. We aren't taking any chances." Bucky growled, eyes scanning everything around them. Gianna nodded and climbed in through the door he was holding open for her. Bucky joined her in the backseat and the private driver peeled out of the parking lot. Glancing over at him, Gianna noticed that Bucky's hand was firmly resting on his right hip, where she assumed he had a gun holstered.

He must have felt her eyes on him, because he tore his eyes from the window and looked to his left where Gianna was sitting. His eyes softened, seeing her trembling from a mixture of fear, adrenaline, and cold sweat from the show.

"Hey, don't be scared, this is what I'm here for. We haven't had an incident so far on this tour and nothing happened." Bucky tried to keep the angry edge out of his voice. Reaching for her hand, he spoke softly.

"I won't let anything happen to you. I promise you, Gianna. That guy never had a chance." He squeezed her hand and she smiled sheepishly.

"Thank you, Buck. It all happened so fast, I didn't even…and you moved so quickly…it was weird to see you like that, so intense…" She fumbled over her words, eyes glossing as she recalled the events playing out. Bucky stiffened next to her, worried that she was afraid of him.

"It was cool, you know, seeing you like that." She flipped her hand over to squeeze his. "You're kind of a badass." Bucky looked up and locked eyes with her again.

"Just doing my job."

At that moment,with her green eyes locked on Bucky's, it hit him how important his role on the tour was. He wasn't just there to protect Gianna physically, which proved to be more necessary than he'd originally thought, he was there to provide emotional support and comfort to a scared and lonely girl. Whether or not that was in the contract that Stark had given him, Bucky didn't care. If he was all she had, he was determined to be everything she needed.

They took a service elevator back to the room and crept through the halls, Bucky remaining glued to her side as Gianna walked along. They got to her room and she slid the card into the door with trembling hands.

"Your bag should already be on the bed, Tom gathered it for you. The room has already been cleared, but I can do it again if you'd like." Bucky stood in the doorway, one hand above Gianna's head to prop it open.

"I'd appreciate that…y'know, can't be too safe." Gianna mumbled, flipping on every light switch in her reach. Bucky nodded and walked into the room, combing it for anything unusual. He ran his fingers over every door frame, checked each closet, and found nothing.

"Alright doll, you're good to go. You gonna be okay?" Walking over to where Gianna sat on the edge of her king sized bed, still in full sequin leotard and heels, he tilted her chin up to look at him. Bucky felt a pang in his chest when he saw the streaks where her tears had torn through her makeup.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm all good. Thank you again." She stood, mustering a smile. "Knight in shining armor and all." Gianna reached for his hand, weaving her soft fingers through his metal ones. "Literally."

Bucky chuckled, relieved she still had her sense of humor after a rough night.

"I guess that would make you a princess, which doesn't seem like too big of a stretch." Bucky's voice was low and soft, gentler than she'd heard it before. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and regarded her for a moment. Gianna couldn't read him if she tried.

"If you need anything tonight, anything at all, just ring my room. I'll be here before you can even get my name out." He squeezed her hand.

Gianna felt a lump in her throat and hot tears welling up. Not wanting to seem childish or weak for being so upset over something that almost happened, she didn't speak. She fixed her eyes on the ground and nodded, standing to walk him to the door.

As Bucky walked through and pulled out his keycard from his back pocket, he heard Gianna's voice, barely above a whisper.

"Don't go."

He hesitated, unsure if he heard what he thought he did. He looked over his shoulder, still holding the room key in his right hand.

"Stay with me. Please."

She stood in the doorway, illuminated from behind with all the lights in the hotel room left on. The way the rays of light shone around her made her look like some kind of angel. Some kind of sad, scared angel. Bucky let the door fall shut behind him and crossed the hall towards her.

"Whatever you need."

She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding, unsure how he'd respond to her asking him to stay the night with her. Even given the circumstances, there wasn't any way around the fact that her room only had one bed.

"Give me two minutes to get my stuff, I'll be right back." Bucky gave her a reassuring look. "You can time me if you want."

Gianna smiled at the super soldier's attempts to be goofy, and slunk back into her room. She wiped off her makeup, throwing her lashes in the garbage and running the hottest shower the hotel pipes had to offer. She heard Bucky let himself back in and set his bag down outside the bathroom door.

"I'm here, doll. Take as long as you need. I'm not going anywhere." He rapped his metal knuckles softly on the door, a random but comforting thing he'd taken to doing when he had to retrieve her from her hotel room in the morning or green room before the show.

After scrubbing her skin and rinsing all the hairspray and most of the glitter from her hair, Gianna emerged from the bathroom in the hotel's plush robe and slippers. Her feet ached from the extended time in her heels tonight. The excess cushion in the slippers felt like heaven. She rounded the corner into the bedroom to find Bucky pacing, talking on the phone.

He'd turned off the overhead lights but left all the lamps on, and even pulled back the covers so the bed was prepared for her to collapse into.

"I gotta go, I'll call you tomorrow." Bucky said to whoever was on the other end of his call. "Yeah, send me any details you can come up with. Thanks Nat."

Bucky shoved his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants, a look Gianna couldn't help but appreciate. He was typically in slight variations of the same outfit every day. Leather jacket, dark jeans, tactical boots, various holster buckles visible from different angles when he moved.

Tonight, he looked softer, more human. He wore dark grey sweats with a black t-shirt that read Stark Enterprises across the chest. She let her eyes wander over him, soaking in this unfamiliar look. The shirt was snug across his chest and even more so on his arms. The short sleeves revealed more of his metal arm than she was used to seeing, and it caught the lamp light when he moved. Bucky ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath, turning to face Gianna. The dog tags hanging around his neck clinked as he lowered his hand.

Tousling her damp hair with the towel, Gianna sat down on the bed. "Who's Nat?"

"Natasha, she uh, works with me. She's good, we should know this guy's blood type and childhood stuffed animal's name by the time we wake up in the morning."

"Natasha, she's Black Widow right? I've seen her before, online and on the news, and wow - I can't believe you just called her up, you are way, WAY cooler, than me…" Gianna gushed.

Bucky couldn't help but notice how young she looked. The excitement over Natasha, her bare face and wet hair, the way she was swallowed up by the robe and the giant bed, she seemed so small. So innocent. So undeserving of tonight's circumstance. Selfishly, part of him was glad it had happened. He wasn't sure there was really a need for him on this tour or if Tony had just given him this assignment to throw him a bone and keep him busy.

Now, after tonight, he knew he was there for good reason. He tried to force away the small part of him that was thankful for the scare, because without it, he wouldn't be crossing the room to spend the night with Gianna Cruz.

He perched on the edge of the bed, giving her a sympathetic smile. "Feel better?"

She nodded and widened her eyes to show how serious she was. "Oh, god, yeah. The attempted assault, or whatever that was, that was bad, but those heels were the real crime."

"You're a real trooper." Bucky teased. "I figured I'd just sleep on the chair, I don't want -"

"No!" Gianna startled him with her abrupt response. "Sorry, I uh, I just really want…I want to be held tonight." Looking down at her hands in her lap, she fidgeted with the belt of her robe.

"It's just been lonely, I guess, and tonight was so scary, and sometimes I have nightmares anyways, and you're already here so I just thought…maybe you wouldn't mind…" As she trailed off, she looked up to meet Bucky's eyes. When he saw the way she looked up at him, his heart melted and turned to stone all at once. He knew he would do anything this strawberry blonde little thing asked him to do, hell, he'd throw himself off another train if it meant keeping her safe. He knew that he'd stop at nothing to protect her, and that scared him. He knew what he was capable of without having someone dear to him to protect…but now? He pushed the thought out of his mind and smiled.

"Whatever you need." He sat down beside her, sliding his legs underneath the plush white comforter. Propping his back against the wall, Bucky lifted his arm so Gianna could crawl underneath it. She rested her head on his chest and nuzzled in, her hair leaving a damp spot on his shirt. He felt her sigh and then relax, as if she hadn't taken a deep breath all day. Her shoulders rose and fell with her breathing, and Bucky used his left hand to stroke her hair out of her face.

Her eyelids fluttered open and looked up at him one more time. Wrapping his arms around her and holding her close, Bucky knew that he couldn't erase the trauma of what had just happened, but he could be there for her in that moment. He could stay through the night and until she didn't want him there anymore.

As they laid together, Bucky realized that he had come a long way since he first started working with Gianna. He had gone from being a distant and cold bodyguard, reluctantly assigned to protect a twenty-something singer, to being the one holding her as she fell asleep.

"G?" Bucky asked softly, wondering if she'd drifted off yet.

"Mm-hmm?"

"Your song was incredible tonight. I never got to tell you."

Her cheeks turned the slightest bit pink, and he saw her smile into his chest.

"Our song."