Authors Note: Yay! I'm gonna make this a short story.
I'm holding his throat the man who's my mission. He's not fighting back and he told me if I'm going to kill him than do it. He said he's not fighting back because he's with me until the end of the line. I stare that him my hand still on his throat...
My eyes open in an instant and my breathing is erratic, shallow, and I'm drenched in sweat. It was just a nightmare I tell myself quickly, just a nightmare. My breathing calmed down after a couple of seconds but when I feel movement next to me I take a sharp inhale. I look over cautiously...Steve...luckily he's still sleeping. I relax a little but the memory is still fresh in my mind and I can't sleep. I look at the clock on the night stand on Steve's side...2 am...
I very carefully slip out of Steve's arms and decide to take a shower. I walk to the dresser and grab clean cloths, underwear, and a towel. Once the bathroom I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look that good dark circles under my eyes, the looks of the beginnings of a beard, and disheveled shoulder length hair. I sigh and tear my gaze away from my unflattering reflection. I then strip out of my sweat drenched clothes and turn on the shower. I wait for the water to heat up before stepping into the shower. I hum contently at the feel of the water on my skin. I quickly wash my hair and body before stepping out and drying off. I wrap the towel around my waist and look for a razor to shave, the stubble on my face is annoying. After finding after what seemed like forever I use shaving cream and began to shave. It was actually calming and after I changed into the new clothes. Just as I was about to walk out of the bathroom and go back to join Steve I hear the soft sound on foot steps on the wood floor, " Bucky? Where'd you go?" It was Steve. I quickly opened the door and replied, " In here," Steve walked over to me and gave me a look laced with concern and worry, " What happened?" He asked with out a second thought. " Nothing," I lied because that look always made do me feel bad," I'm fine." He looked at me dead in the eyes and said bluntly, " No your not you're lying. I can tell, so what really happened?" Why does this always happen, I quickly stop myself from giving a curt response, swallow my pride and tell him,
" I had a nightmare," I swallow the lump forming in the back of my throat, "It was about the day I almost killed you...and...you didn't fight back. So I had to clear my head and taking a shower seemed like the best option." He came over, hugged me and kissed my forehead ,
" Look," he said softly, " I'm here for jerk and you aren't going to get rid of me that easily." I hugged him back and he smirked adding, " I'm with you until the end of the line," at the end. He coaxed me back to our room and held me close once we laid down, " Thanks punk." "No problem jerk, I'm here to keep your nightmares away." And he was right he did keep them away because once I fell back asleep, it was peaceful and uneventful; it was the best sleep I've gotten in weeks.
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Stucky Head CanonsFanfiction
Just some head canons for stucky and maybe some short stories as well. If you want to use any of the head canons for a a story or something just message me to ask. :) Also it is marked Mature content but the stories with big depictions of it are mar...