James Buchanan Barnes (sergeant_barnes) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-05-12 22:30:00 |
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The dreams were almost to the point that they were only happening every now and then. They didn't wake him up as often as they used to. Bucky figured that was because he was content. Happy. Something he hadn't really been until he'd been accepted into their little family. But tonight. Tonight even the warm cocoon that he was wrapped in, between Steve and Peggy (How he'd got there he wasn't exactly sure, he'd sworn he'd fallen asleep on the otherside of Peggy), didn't keep that sharp jab from piercing his sleep. He woke up with a soft gasp. Panting like he'd been running a mile. His heart felt like it was going to beat it's way out of his chest. He lay there for a minute. Fighting through the fog. Forcing Zola and his goddamn needles back into the farthest recesses of his mind. But he didn't want to go back to sleep. The ridiculous fear that the dream he'd just escaped was sitting, waiting on the fringes. Waiting for his eyes to close. Bucky carefully eased from between his wife and husband. Slipped down to the end of the bed, and got up. He didn't wait to see if he stirred Steve from sleep, he just hoped he hadn't. He pulled on a pair of boxers from the floor, and a teeshirt, and tiptoed out of the room. He was about even with Luke's door when he heard the telltale signs of their youngest getting ready wake the house. He eased into the nursery. "Hey little man." He whispered. Hoping it would stop his son from making anymore noise. He scooped him up, and did a diaper check. "No surprises huh?" He was a little surprised that he wasn't a little wet. But Bucky counted himself lucky, for now. He settled the little boy in the crook of his arm, and started down the stairs. "Warm milk it is. That should chase away the dark dreams." |