forum Marvel AU OxO?

Started November 29, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Steve shrugged, smiling a little shyly. "Anyways," He said, looking down for a moment, "I'm still glad we went out tonight. It was a lot of fun."

"Yeah." Bucky agreed. "But I'm kinda tired now." He said, shifting on his feet.

Steve nodded, letting out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. "Ditto," He said, glancing at Bucky with a smile, "It's pretty late, I'd say. We should probably turn in for the night."

Bucky nodded, letting out a faint hum. "Yeah." he replied with a quick smile.

"Alright," Steve smiled, shyly looking down for a moment before moving to press a soft kiss on Bucky's cheek, "Goodnight, Bucky. I'll see you in the morning?"

Bucky smiled at him. "Yeah. Good night, Steve." He said, catching his lower lip in his teeth for a moment.

Steve nodded, taking a step back. "M'kay," He said, looking down and smiling like an idiot as he turned to open the door to his room, almost giddy at the thought of how their night had went, "Don't…um. Don't let the bedbugs bite."

"Yeah. You too." Bucky replied with a little smile, opening the door to his own room. "Good night." He headed inside, closing the door quietly.

Steve let out a happy sigh as he closed the door behind him. He couldn't help but smile as he reflected on the day they had as he got ready for bed— baking cinnamon rolls and going back to Coney Island; wildly different than any date he'd imagined going on in the past. It excited him, and though he was tired he couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring, smiling as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Bucky smiled softly as he changed into pajamas, remembering the evening he and Steve had just spent together.

Steve settled into a comfortable sleep, his thoughts drifting far away as the seconds, minutes, and hours went by. It was a pleasant state of calm, with some swirling hint of a dream as he sunk into the softness of the pillows and the cushiony mattress.

Bucky closed his eyes, burying himself in the nest of blankets and pillows he had made on the floor.

Steve was comfortably heavy as he slept, his breathing quiet and steady as the time went by, sinking restfully into the soft cotton of the bed and knowing nothing but silence.

Bucky did not sleep well. It seemed that only minutes after he fell asleep, he was thrashing and shouting incoherently, caught in the claws of a nightmare that wouldn't let go.

Steve didn't wake at the muffled sounds of the room next to his. The war had made him a light sleeper, but since his return, he'd slowly let his guard down; barely stirring as he slept.

Bucky woke up panting and shaking, not quite crying but pretty damn close. He swallowed faintly, getting up and leaving his room, knocking on Steve's door.

A gentle knocking at his door stirred Steve out of his sleep, and with a gentle sigh he sat up in the darkness, rubbing his eyes as he slowly climbed out of bed. He opened the door, squinting his eyes at the sudden change in light as he took in the quivering figure before him. "Bucky?"

Bucky looked smaller than normal, shaky and unsure. "I…" He took a deep breath. "I can't…sleep. I…" He shook his head a little, eyes skittering away.

"Hey, what happened?" Steve softly asked, straightening as he saw the frightened and almost feverish look in his eyes. Without thinking, he reached for Bucky's face, tucking back a few loose locks of his dark hair. "You can't sleep? Was it a nightmare?"

Bucky leaned into his hand, nodding a little bit. "Yeah." he said in a quiet voice. "I…" he took in a slightly shaky breath.

Steve thoughtfully nodded, cautiously glancing over Bucky's shaky frame before biting his lip. "Okay, that's okay. Lets…" He quietly replied, taking a half-step back into his room and tilting his head in a gentle beckoning, "–You wanna come stay with me? You shouldn't…have to be alone."

Bucky nodded faintly, cautiously coming into Steve's room and looking over at the blonde with vulnerable, unsure eyes. This was not the man he was in the daytime; not the man anyone had seen before. This was Bucky, shaking and scared and vulnerable.

"Here, it's okay," Steve softly told him, resting a careful hand on Bucky's waist as he turned to switch on a lamp. A quick glance at a clock told him it was close to four, and he sighed as he worriedly turned back to Bucky. "You wanna talk about it? Or…try and sleep?" He quietly asked, hesitant to touch him too much while he was so frightened, "Whatever you need."

Bucky rubbed his arm faintly. "I…I don't know." he said quietly, eyes skittering around the room before returning back to Steve. "I…" he shrugged his shoulders helplessly, ducking his head. Strands of hair fell in front of his eyes, hiding the haunted gaze from sight.

Steve watched Bucky with a quiet concern, just wishing he knew what to do. "You wanna try going back to sleep?" He tenderly asked, his eyebrows faintly pulled together. It wasn't like before the war, when he could make him laugh and things would slowly get better. He pushed back the curtained locks of hair from Bucky's face, "I'll be right here with you; you won't be alone."