Summary: Bucky has a panic attack and you help him out.

Word Count: 654

Warnings: vague panic attack

You had just finished a mission and you were excited to get back and spend time watching movies with Bucky. He wasn't at all caught up with the current trends which was understandable and you had been helping him start to understand pop culture now. You had been helping Steve too, but he had started to work on it before Bucky so he didn't really need your help.

"(Ms. Y/L/N)." Jarvis crackled over the communicators.

"Yes Jarvis?"

"Mr. Barnes is having a panic attack and we believe you can help."

"Oh god..." You and Bucky had developed a system for panic attacks. You would find ways to help Bucky center himself and you had found singing to be the most effective usually you were in the same room and you would rub his back and sing a song that was calming to yourself, but since you weren't there you weren't sure what else to do. "Jarvis put me on speaker in the room he is in. Do not let anybody go in there."

"Of course."

"Hey Buck." You started tentatively.

All you heard was quickened breath and you knew you had to get there as soon as possible, but you could try to sing to help him until you got there.

"I wanna sleep next to you/But that's all I wanna do right now/And I wanna come home to you/But home is just a room full of my safest sounds/Cause you know that I can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow/I'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone."

You paused, you knew you didn't have the greatest singing voice, but this was the best you could do for Bucky right now. You were close, just a minute or so away.

"I wanna sleep next to you/But that's all I wanna do right now/So come over now and talk me down// I wanna hold hands with you/But that's all I wanna do right now/And I wanna get close to you/Cause your hands and lips still know their way around/And I know I like to draw at night; it starts to get surreal/But the less time that I spend with you, the less you need to heal."

You could still hear Bucky and you imagined he was bent over, hands in his hair trying his hardest not to lash out at something.

" wanna sleep next to you/But that's all I wanna do right now/So come over now and talk me down//So if you don't mind, I'll walk that line/Stuck on the bridge between us/Gray areas and expectations/But I'm not the one if we're honest, yeah/But I wanna sleep next to you/And I wanna come home to you/I wanna hold hands with you/I wanna be close to you."

You were just a few feet from his room and could barely hear his breathing over the communicator, signaling to you that he was near the end of the panic attack.

"But I wanna sleep next to you/And that's all I wanna do right now/And I wanna come home to you/But home is just a room full of my safest sounds/So come over now and talk me down." You finished the song after you had opened the door and stood in the door frame hesitantly.

Bucky looked up and gave you a watery smile. You smiled back your face probably on the verge of reaking down. He stood up and strode over to you, he took your face in his hands, more gentle than ever.

"I love you so much." He muttered and then he kissed you. It was a loving kiss, but more than that he wanted to express how much he appreciated because he didn't have the words for it and he knew he never would, you just meant too much to him.

"I love you too Bucky." You told him sincerely a watery smile now taking place on your face. "So, so much."