James Buchanan Barnes (sergeant_barnes) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-07-17 04:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, ~bucky barnes, ~peggy carter |
Who: Bucky and Peggy
Where: The Cottage
What: Post Dream, freakout, begging
When: After this (it was only a dream)
Rating: Lots of snot, and drool, and tears.
Open: Only to Steve.
Status: Ongoing
"No... No. No!" It was like he was trapped in his own mind, and he couldn't make the things he was saying, the things that were being said, stop. "Stop!" He all but shouted as he bolted upright, and nearly fell off the couch. Bucky searched wildly around him, trying to place himself. Panting as if he'd run circles around the whole island. Sweat streaked down his chest. Tears strolled down his face. He sniffled softly, before he hauled his sweat soaked teeshirt off over his head, and used it to blow his nose. He took only a second to get his bearings, he'd had one of the usual gunfight torture dreams, but that one had seemed so mild after the one he'd just had. But he'd got up, afraid to turn the light on, not wanting to wake Luke, and come down stairs to read. He must have fallen back to sleep... Bucky found himself unable to shake the dream. He wept as quietly as he could, into his shirt, before throwing it across the room, and standing up. He had to make things right. Things couldn't end like that. They just couldn't. He took the stairs two at a time. When he reached their bedroom, he listened at the door, holding his breath. But he could only stand there in his pajama bottoms for a second. He quietly turned the knob, and crept in. Over to her side of the bed. He knelt down beside her. He kept his sobs soft puffs of breath, as he took her hand, softly whispering between a pair. "Peggy?" |