I wake up in a soft bed and immediately push myself to sit up.
Where am I?
It takes a few seconds for my thoughts to unjumble, and I rub my forehead in frustration.
I'm home.
I notice I'm alone in the bed. The black-out curtains have been pulled open, letting in the morning light.
Where's Bucky?
My stomach churns and I look over to the bathroom.
Empty.
He must be downstairs.
I let out a yawn and rub my eyes.
I'm exhausted...
I look to the clock on the bedside table
10:09 AM.
What time did I go to bed last night? It couldn't have been that late...
I'm also starving.
I should have had breakfast with everyone, I barely saw them yesterday...
A feeling of discomfort and nausea passes over me, and I grip the sheets, taking a deep breath.
Maybe I should ask if anyone has any meds...
My head gets light, and I fall back onto the pillows, spots clouding my vision. I focus on my breathing and the feeling eventually passes, so when I'm sure I'm okay, I push myself back up and swing my legs over the bed gently. I wander to the door and across the hall, slipping into my closet to change into sweats before finding a pair of slippers at the back of my closet.
"I brought breakfast," Bucky calls from outside my door and I pause, lightheadedness returning. "Can I come in?"
Nausea stops me from speaking and I need to grip the closet's doorframe to steady myself.
"You in there?"
I try to focus on my breathing and not the rolling of my stomach as the door opens, Bucky walking in with a small plate and a steaming mug.
His face turns to confusion as he sees me. "Are you okay?"
Bad.
My hands begin to shake as he steps closer, and before I can think, my body reacts, forcing me away from him.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" His voice is like sandpaper in my brain, and I take a step further into my closet, shutting my eyes and taking a deep breath to try and stop the absolute lightning storm going on in my head. "Doll, what's wro—" Hands take hold of my face and my eyes fly open.
I throw myself backwards against the shelves, heart hammering in my chest while my body erupts in shakes. There is such a deep discomfort across my body that my eyes begin to water.
"Y/N, it's me, you're safe. You're home," he repeats the familiar words, but they make me want to be sick. My knees buckle and I drop to the ground. "Y/N!" Bucky crouches in front of me, arms flying towards me.
"Don't."
"What?"
"Don't touch me. Please. Go."
"What?" His face turns confused and hurt.
"I need you to go. Please," I gasp out.
"Y/N, what's going on?" He asks, hand reaching for my arm.
I reach out mentally and freeze his hand midair. His eyes look from me to his hand in shock. "Get out. Please."
His mouth opens and I brace myself for the gritting pain in my head, but he closes his mouth and nods silently. His eyes are pained as he stands and turns, but I drop my gaze to the floor, unable to look at him any longer. I let out a shaky breath and rub my face, scrubbing at the tears on my cheeks. I pull my knees up, resting my head against them and focusing on slowing my breathing.
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Reaching Out | Bucky Barnes
Science FictionY/N has always kept to herself to avoid others from discovering her abilities. After a night she would rather forget, S.H.I.E.L.D. gives Y/N two choices: stay at a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility to be monitored, or stay with the Avengers to be monitored. She...