Requested by Deanschick79.

I wasn't quite sure if you wanted this to take place before or after TWS, so I just put it sort of after it! Hope you enjoy :)

   When Steve Rogers was first unfrozen from the ice, and brought into reality, Nick Fury assigned you to help him adjust. However, the two of you warmed up to each other as you continued to help him understand everything.

 You were his support, and his go-to buddy that he could just blurt all his struggles and you wouldn't listen patiently. In fact, that's what he loved about you the most. 

 You smile as you lift the covers from your side of the bed, laying down on the bed. You uncomfortably adjust as Steve keeps tossing and turning. This was weird, because Steve was a still sleeper and rarely ever caused a lot of commotion.

 You shrug, facing the opposite direction of him. You groan into your pillow as he continues to toss around, making the whole bed shake.

 Steve starts to yell something- but you couldn't figure out what he was saying. His voice was filled with sobs. That's when you figure out what he was saying.

  "Bucky! Hold on! Take my hand!" He yells.

He was having a nightmare.

"No!" He shouts, louder than before.

Steve began to toss and turn even more violently than before. You try grabbing onto his arm to make him stop, when he yanks you to the ground, thinking you were an attacker.

 "Steve!" You yell loudly, finally grabbing Steve's attention.

"Y-Y/N?" Steve says sitting up, seeing you sitting on the floor.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Steve asks you.

You cross your arms before saying, "Because you knocked me down here." 

Steve's cheeks go red, when he raises his eyebrows in curiosity. 

"I tried awaking you, but you were in a nightmare. I guess you just reacted quickly and flung me down here." 

Steve's expression dulls, when he stares at the ground. 

"Steve..."

He shakes his head, only to see him sobbing silently.

You lift yourself up onto the bed sitting next to him.

"Steve, it's not your fault." You murmur to him, when he lays his head on your shoulder.

He sniffs. "But it is my fault, Y/N. I could've reached out for him if I would have tried harder." 

"Steve you tried your hardest. Don't bring yourself down like that." You console, skimming your hands through his hair.

"If I tried my hardest, he wouldn't be HYDRA's puppet now." Steve mumbles.

"The man HYDRA has made him isn't really him, Steve. But I do know that the real Bucky is there inside of him, and we can find it. We can fix it Steve. I promise." You say, lacing Steve's hand with yours.

Steve just nods, too overwhelmed with tears and thoughts. He finally hugs you, and you smile.

He releases, and arises from the bed. 

"Where are you going?" You ask him.

"To the couch. You probably don't want me in here after what just happened." He replies, grabbing a pillow.

"Steve, no," you respond, grabbing the pillow. "Stay in here with me? I won't mind, honestly. Tossing and turning and all." 

Steve smiles in submission, as he later drifts off to sleep with you beside him.

A/N

Okay so I'm really excited to announce that I'm starting two new books, that may be posted very soon. One is an Attack on Titan preference and imagine book, while the other is a Skyrim preference and imagine book.

And also sorry if you received an email a couple nights back about me posting the Attack on Titan book, because I accidentally published it. So just disregard that :)

Have a marvelous weekend!

~MRomanoff