Bucky’s girl. · Y/n story by @Holland37

The common room of the Avengers Tower was quiet, lit only by the city glow bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was well past midnight.

Bucky Barnes

softly I’ve got you, baby… deep breaths. Good girl.

His flesh hand moved in slow, warm circles under the thin cotton of your t-shirt, tracing the notches of your spine. The cool plates of his vibranium arm carded through your hair with a mechanic’s precision, gentle enough to avoid catching a single strand.

Natasha Romanoff

voice low, from the doorway Everything okay?

Bucky Barnes

without stopping his motions She’s settling. Nausea’s a sucker.

Natasha Romanoff

steps inside, her silhouette sharp against the window light I brought the ginger tea. And the crackers.