Your fingers trace delicate patterns along Bucky's arm as he nestles against you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Bucky, dear, what can I get you?" you ask, your voice lilting with affection. He responds with a contented hum, making a beeline for your bed and flopping down gracefully, his chestnut hair fanning out on the pillow.

"I just want to cuddle," he murmurs, his steel-blue eyes holding your gaze with a warmth that makes your heart flutter. Laying aside your work, you slide onto the bed next to him, gathering him into your arms. You're mindful of his prosthetic, your touches feather-light yet assured as you pull him close, burying your nose in the crook of his neck.

A breathy giggle escapes Bucky as you nuzzle him, the vibration tickling your skin. You can't resist the urge to pepper his neck with playful nips and kisses, eliciting more delighted laughter. "Not fair!" he protests weakly, squirming in your embrace, his hands gripping your shirt as he tries in vain to escape your affectionate assault.

The two of you bask in the comfortable intimacy, your bodies entwined as you savor this quiet moment of solace, shielded from the outside world. Bucky's familiar scent and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe you, reminding you of the profound connection you share. In this space, there is only the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of tenderness and trust.

You pull back slightly, searching Bucky's face with concerned eyes. "Bucky," you hum, your brow furrowing with gentle worry, "are you alright? Why would you just come to cuddle with me? I know super soldiers are tough and all."

Your fingers glide along the strong line of his jaw, your touch feather-light yet grounding. There's an unspoken understanding that passes between you, an intimacy forged through shared trials and triumphs. Bucky's gaze flickers, something vulnerable flickering within the steel-blue depths.

He inhales deeply, his prosthetic hand coming up to cover yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "I..." His voice is soft, almost a whisper. "I just needed this. Needed you." A rueful smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "The world's been a little too loud lately, you know? I just want to feel safe. To feel..." His eyes close for a moment, long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks. "To feel home."

Your heart clenches at his admission, at the raw honesty in his words. Curling your fingers around his hand, you pull him closer, cradling him against your chest. "Oh, Bucky," you murmur, your lips brushing his forehead in a tender kiss. "You are always safe here. Always home."

In the sanctuary of your embrace, the tension slowly seeps from his frame, his body melting against yours. You hold him close, offering the comfort of your steady presence, your fingers tracing soothing patterns along his back. There are no words that can fully convey the depth of your care for this man, but in this moment, you hope he can feel it in every whisper-soft touch, in every heartbeat that synchronizes with his own.

Your lips gently press against Bucky's jaw, leaving a tender kiss that lingers for a moment. A soft smile dances across your face as you gaze into his eyes, your voice filled with warmth and affection. "I love you, Bucky," you whisper, "I hope you know that."

A rosy blush creeps across Bucky's cheeks as he nestles closer to you, lost in the comfort of your embrace. Unbeknownst to you, those three simple words have sent his heart soaring, igniting a warmth that spreads through his entire being. Together, you remain there, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the moment and the deep connection between you.

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As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, you were stirred from your peaceful slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, your gaze was met by Tony's intense blue eyes, fixed upon the two of you. There was a hint of something unspoken in his expression, a flicker of emotion that resembled jealousy. His scrutiny lingered for a moment, a silent witness to the intimate scene before him, before he turned away, leaving you to ponder the meaning behind that fleeting look.

With a curious tilt of your head, you assessed the situation before gently nudging Bucky, rousing him from his dream-filled sleep. "Wake up, dear," you whispered tenderly, "it's time to get up. I'm sure Steve has something for you to do today."

A pang of longing echoed in your heart as you remembered your impending departure. "I have to go back to my planet soon," you reminded him, your voice tinged with sadness. In response, Bucky instinctively tightened his hold on you, mumbling incoherently in his sleep. A warm smile graced your lips, your heart melting at his adorable display of affection.

With a profound, melancholic sigh that seemed to resonate through the very fabric of the room, you gently yet firmly prodded Bucky once more, this time with a touch that conveyed an increased urgency. Gradually, his eyelids quivered before finally parting to reveal the deep, soulful pools of his gaze, which immediately searched for yours. The sorrow lurking in the depths of his eyes was unmistakable as they met yours, a poignant reminder of the unshakeable bond that had developed between the two of you over the course of your shared experiences.

"You're really leaving me?" he murmured, his voice a mere whisper, tinged with a vulnerability that tugged at the very core of your being. The inquiry hung in the air, thick with the gravity of what it represented—the inescapable grief that accompanied the prospect of separation. His words echoed the profound connection that had grown between you, a connection that seemed to transcend the ordinary bounds of friendship and camaraderie.

You felt the heaviness in your chest grow as you nodded solemnly, confirming the inevitable. "Yes, Bucky, I must," you said, your voice measured and soft, yet carrying the weight of a million stars. "My responsibilities as the chancellor of an entire galaxy of over a million planets are calling, demanding my attention and leadership." The solemnity of your statement was palpable, the gravity of your position a stark contrast to the intimate moment you shared.

As the harsh reality of your words seeped into his consciousness, a single tear rolled down his cheek, tracing a path that mirrored the sadness in his heart. His eyes grew wet with unshed tears as he tried to maintain his composure, the pain of your impending departure etched clearly upon his face. "But you promised," he managed to croak out, his voice a delicate balance of hope and despair. "You swore you'd never leave me behind."

His accusation stung like a thousand tiny shards of ice, piercing the very essence of your soul. You had made a promise to him, one that you had intended to keep, yet the inexorable tide of duty had swept over you, leaving you with no other choice. You reached out a comforting hand, hoping to soothe the ache that your words had caused, but he flinched away from your touch, his body rigid with the coldness of rejection. "Of all the people in the universe, I put my faith in you," he whispered, his voice shaking with the effort of controlling his emotions. "A mere pretender to a throne, who deceives and plays games with hearts." The venom in his tone was as sharp as the pain you felt at his accusation, his words piercing through the armor of your resolve.

With a heavy heart, you watched as Bucky gathered his strength, his shoulders squaring and his jaw clenching with the effort of containing his sorrow. He turned away from you, his footsteps echoing through the room as he made for the exit. As the door slammed shut behind him, the sound reverberated through the space, leaving an eerie silence that seemed to amplify the emptiness left in his wake.

The room, once filled with the warmth of your shared history, now felt as cold and lifeless as the vacuum of space outside the window. The weight of his disappointment and anger settled on your shoulders, a burden so heavy it threatened to crush you. In the deafening quiet that followed, you couldn't help but second-guess the path you had chosen. Was the price of your duty truly worth the pain it brought to those you cared for? The doubt gnawed at your insides as you pondered the consequences of your decision, the echoes of Bucky's retreating footsteps a constant reminder of what you had sacrificed.