Bucky jolted awake from another nightmare. He fully sat up off the floor, not knowing what to do. Y/N came in, concerned about him.

(A/N Your outfit (Maybe the shorts, outlines of shirt, and the x could be your favorite color).)

"Was it another one?" she asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

Y/N sighed and said as she walked to him, "Baby, you can't keep living like this."

"There isn't anyone who can help me. Other than you," Bucky said as she sat beside him.

"It doesn't feel like I am with you sleeping on the floor and me in a lonely bed," she pointed out.

"I don't want to hurt you," he simply stated.

Y/N sighed and caressed his cheek, saying, "James, you've been getting better. You don't have to feel like you're under someone's control. And besides, even when you were, you still didn't hurt me."

Now Bucky knew that whenever Y/N called him by his real name, he needed to pay more attention to what she was saying.

"Maybe I got lucky," Bucky replied sadly.

"I already am when I'm with you," she said.

He managed a small smile as he placed his flesh hand on her waist. She brought him closer and they kissed for a bit until they were laying down where Y/N stopped.

"What do you say we finish this in the bedroom?" she smirked.

"You're willing to take that chance?" he asked.

"Always," Y/N replied genuinely.

Bucky sighed as she got up and held a hand out to him. He waited before accepting it and she pulled him up. They were mere inches from each other's faces and they didn't let go of their hands.

"Come on. I believe I have the cure for your nightmares," she whispered, leading him to the bedroom.

He smiled with a small eye roll and obeyed.

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A/N Oh man!