You heard screaming. Loud, agonised screaming. You'd never gone to sleep in the first place (sleep? who's she?) so that was more than enough to get you standing up. You instantly knew who it was coming from.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Throwing a hoodie over your pyjamas, you decided to go and see if he was okay. After all, you wanted to be his friend, you wanted to be there for him.

You did want to be more but ...

You knocked on his door, but he was still crying out, so you opened it anyway. He was wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants, half the covers thrown off, sweating like hell. His face was screwed up like he's in pain.

"Stop it, stop it!" he begged, the words tearing from his throat. "Please stop it hurts! Stop no wait I can't please stop it hurts..." a constant stream of words comes from his mouth.

You gently reached out and wiped some of the sweat off his forehead. He immediately woke up at your touch and threw his metal arm out, hurling you into the wall. You whacked into it forcefully, groaning as you slid down into a heap.

"Oh my God, Y/N?" he said when he saw you on the floor. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," you groaned. "My fault for surprising you. I heard you screaming and came to see if you were okay."

"Wow, that is ... the nicest thing someone's done to me since I got here."

"It's ... fine." you groaned. He'd hit you pretty hard.

"Here," he pulled you up and wrapped his good arm around your waist for support. "Let's get that fixed up."

- - -

Bucky led you into the kitchen, helping you onto the bench where he could better inspect your wounds.

"Shit," you winced as he gently lifted up the hem of your shirt. There was a large bruise right in the centre of your stomach, and several large-ish gashes that were bleeding."Fuck," Bucky gasped at the sight of it. "I'm really sorry. Again."

"Less apologising, more bandaging," you gritted out.

"Right."

- - -

"Good job, Bucky," you said admiringly, pulling your shirt down and hopping off the bench, wincing as you hit the ground a little harder than expected.

"I mean, it's all I could do," he smiled. Your heart fluttered at his smile, at the way it lit up his face and made him look so happy.

"Oh, and there's one other way I'd like to apologise."

"Bucky, I told you, you don't need to-" you were cut off by his lips on yours.

Surprised, it took you a few seconds, but you kissed back.

"I like you," he said. "A lot."

"You like me?"

"You probably don't like me back but-"

"I like you too, Bucky."

He leaned down with that confident smile you were so glad to see, and your lips met again.

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