A SPELL A REBEL YELL (Stucky One Shot)

Solider Come Home To Me

A/N Hey reader, whom I loving call "Carkid" in my usual stories. This is a stretch for me. If you follow my work you know I normally write Coldplay fanfics and though this book is inspired by a song by the band it's not my usual fanfic. I've really gotten into Marvel stories and have a special love for the bond between Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. I grew up with music and comics, so this is fun for me. I hope you enjoy my first comic themed fanfic. Happy reading!
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"BUCKY!!!" I scream a the top of my lungs. My voice comes out gravely and my throat hurts from the effort. My body dripping, covered in sweat. I don't get the chance to adjust to my surroundings before my door is kicked down with a loud crash then a thud. Pieces of wood went flying and the hinges are definitely broken. What the heck is going on??!?? I'm completely disoriented. I stare at the shadowy figure with fists up and a knife in one hand, in my doorway as it runs towards me. It drops it's fist and I drop mine. It turns on the lamp next to me and I can identify where I am and who the figure is. My head is still swimming when Bucky puts his hand on my shoulder and sits on my bed.

"Steve, STEVE!"

"Yea" I reply sharply as his shouting surprised me. His voice is like thunder but strikes my chest like lightning.

"Steve, what's wrong? You were screaming my name and scared the $#!+ out of me! Are you ok?"

"Language!" I scolded him and he rolled his eyes. Wait, Bucky said I scared him. He never admits to being scared. "I'm sorry Buck I didn't mean to scare you..."

"I didn't say I was scared!"

"Yeah ya did." I say with a smirk on my face.

"D@** it." He sighs and I chuckle a little through my nose. He's always been such a tough guy. It's nice to see that part of him is still there.

"Anyways, I'm fine Buck." I tell him as those haunting images flash through my head. I rub my temple to sooth the emotional pain.

"What happened then? Why were you screaming for me or my name at least?"

I was screaming for both, I screamed his name because I was losing him.
"I just had a nightmare pal. Really I'm fine." I sigh.

His metal hand moves from my shoulder as he folds his arms across his chest. He narrows his eyes at me, studying me. I feel myself shrinking under his gaze. I hate to say it but sometimes he looks more Winter Solider than Bucky and sometimes that scares me, not because I'm afraid of him. I'm afraid of him taking Bucky away never to return again. He looks away into the darker parts of my room and just quietly thinks.

"I get those too... every night actually. Only, for me they're more memories than dreams. I wake up with a splitting headache every morning." My best friend tells me as he drops his hands to his lap.

"Is that why you don't sleep at night?" I noticed that Bucky rarely sleeps. We live together and sometimes when I wake up during the night for whatever reason, I can hear him sometimes. Or if I go to the kitchen to get water, there he is in the living room without a shirt doing push-ups. Sometimes he's reading. Buck loves to read and walk around the city. When he's not training you'll find him in the park on a bench with some novel. Looking at him, especially with his metal arm out, you wouldn't expect him to enjoy little things like that.

"Steve!"

"Huh? Yeah?"

"I said I'm sorry for keeping you up. You were off dreaming again punk!" He says gruffly.

"Jerk!" I spit back at him. "You don't keep me up. I can't stay asleep anyways, so sometimes I notice you. We live together Buck."

"You notice me? That's so weird."