Bucky's bleary eyes opened, his head heavy from yet another night of almost no sleep. Rubbing what little sleep he'd gotten from his eyes, he sat up on his soft bed and looked around the brightening room. The sun was slowly coming up, so it was still pretty early in the morning, from what the Winter Soldier could figure. Besides him, the room was void of anyone's presence, which was unusual because his girlfriend (Y/N) almost always slept with him. 

No, no, not like that. Yes, Bucky Barnes was a very charming man, but he and his best girl wanted to save each other for their wedding day. (Y/N) slept beside Bucky most nights, because he usually suffered from nightmares, and immediately being there for him when he woke up. But now she was gone, and that was out of the norm. 

Bucky swung his legs over the side of the mattress and stood, sliding his metal hand through his hair before walking to the door. As he left the room and entered the hallway, he began to feel uneasy. A scream rippled through the cold, early morning air, and Bucky's heart dropped into his shoes. He knew that voice too well. 

(Y/N). She screamed again, a bloodcurdling shriek of sheer terror.

"(Y/N)!" he shouted, now panicked. He sprinted through the hallway and burst through the door to his girlfriend's room.

What he saw caused his stomach to fall, a chill of fear washing over him. (Y/N) lay on the floor, bleeding heavily from her chest.

Bucky cried out in anguish and flung himself towards her. He picked her up and cradled her to his chest, checking for a heartbeat, or even a little sign of breathing. 

There was nothing. 

Tears poured from his eyes and sobs ripped through his chest as he stared down at his one and only love through the mist in his eyes. Why did this happen? Why did it have to happen to him? To her?

He suddenly heard a voice yelling at him; (Y/N)'s voice. How was that possible? She was dead; she hadn't moved.

"Bucky! Wake up!" she yelled again.

Bucky squinted and looked around the room, when she shouted again.

"Bucky! Bucky, wake up!!"

Bucky's eyes snapped open, and he saw the dark ceiling of his bedroom, along with the beautiful face of (Y/N).

"(Y/N)," he breathed, relief washing over him. "You're alive; you're okay!"

"Of course I am," she murmured, her eyebrows knit together in concern. "Did you have another nightmare? You were squirming and kind of yelling."

Bucky nodded, "Did it wake you up, Doll?" 

"Yeah, but don't worry about it, sweetheart," (Y/N) whispered with a smile on her face. "It's all right."

Bucky breathed deeply and closed his eyes, trying to calm his heartbeat. He felt (Y/N) lie back down and rest her head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around her and held her even closer to him, praying that she would never leave him like she did in his dream.

"I love you, (Y/N)," Bucky whispered. 

"I love you more."