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One Shots, Mini Series & Full Series of Bucky Barnes (and some One Shots of Sebastian Stan) - by far my most written character and my longest Masterlist, so you have a lot you can read through here.
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One Shots of Steve Rogers as Captain America (more of him is in my drabbles masterlist linked below).
plot: matt knows just how to comfort you when you need him
a/n: this has been sitting amongst the literal hundreds of forgotten writings i have laying around in my drafts but i just stumbled across it right this second and it's actually a pretty good read if i do say so myself. hope you like it. love you matty.
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you curled your fingers to form a fist, lifting your arm, with a soft cringe, to knock once, twice and a third time. you waited a moment, leaning closer to the door and listening intently, but there was no sound. you let out a quiet groan, forehead pressing against the metal of his door as you grew tired and now frustrated. why was he never around when you really needed him to be.
"matt!" you hollered, lifting your hand again, fist unfurled this time as your palm slammed against the door a little harder. you whimpered, feeling the dizzying affects of the copious amount of alcohol you had ingested tonight with plentiful encouragement from foggy. but at least the alcohol seemed to be numbing a good amount of the pain.
you humphed, letting your body slide down the apartment door, meeting the floor at the bottom with a thud. you hissed, repositioning yourself to sit with your back to the door, legs spread out in front of you. your head rolled back and forth a little, things were starting to look a little blurry. you couldn't make out if that was from alcohol or injury. either way, it wasn't good.
"matt!" you pleaded again though your voice came out quieter than before and you were sure there was no way he could hear you. "please answer the god damn door," you threw your head back in annoyance, groaning when it inevitably hit the metal of the door with a thud, a throbbing now following.
you lifted a hand to the back of your head, rubbing the bruised area when you felt your weight fall backwards, your body hitting the floor behind you. the door now open, you lying in the doorway and matt stood over you, head tilted and eyebrows raised.
"is foggy to blame for this?" he teased, his lips turning up at the corner as he watched over you.
"partly," your frown slipped into something of relax and ease when he smiled at you like that. "hey matty," you raised your arm up to him, forgetting for a moment and feeling the pain in your side shoot through you again. "help a girl out will you?"
you were too busy trying to stand up and desperately trying to not fall down again, as your head was throbbing and the corners of your sight blurring, that you hadn't noticed matt's change in mood. you clutched onto his forearms, he did the same with yours, holding you up in front of him.
"how much did you drink?" he cased over you, the reek of alcohol was the thing that hit his senses initially, but he felt you flinch under his touch, your muscles tensing as you retracted. "you're hurt?" his hands moved up the length of your arms, fingertips grazing over your skin as he searched for any clue as to where your pain was coming from.
"'didn't know where else to go, 'm sorry," you whimpered. "i lost foggy ages ago and you were closest," you shrugged, grip tightening on his forearms as your vision narrowed. matt hung on your every word, every movement. he felt like his senses had gone into overdrive, so much so he couldn't move himself for a moment as he tried to digest the situation. he couldn't make sense of it, you didn't know who he was (not really) so how did you wind up hurt still?
"matt, 'm sorry, can i sit down? everythin' feels miles away from me," this seemed to bring him out of his own head and back to his sense of urgency.
"oh-- yeah-- i got you," he guided you to his couch, setting you down, his hand cupping round the back of your head to keep it from lulling backwards. "i--i don't under-- what happened?" he focused on your breathing and the metallic smell lingering from you. he could make out a cut above your eyebrow, bruising covering the left side of your ribcage (nothing seemed to be broken), your knees scuffed and ankle twisted.
"i swear i don't go looking for trouble," you tried to ease the tension but something about the look on matts face told you he wasn't in the mood. "it just always seems to find me," you finished, lips pursed as you watched matt's unfocused eyes roll slightly. blood began to trickle from your nose, your hand moving to swipe it away but matt had beaten you to it. his fingertips lingered, trailing down to your lips in a brief moment of weakness before retracting.
"i'm gonna get some supplies and you're going to tell me everything, alright?" with raised eyebrows he pointed a finger to you, to which you nodded sheepishly before remembering he couldn't see you and mumbling a quiet yeah ok.
and you did. matt sat patiently with you, carefully taking his time to clean out any open wounds so they wouldn't get infected, and stitching up the gash above your eyebrow so it would heal quicker. you went on to explain (in a sometimes slurred and incomprehensible manner) how you had become separated from foggy and karen somehow and in your very drunken (and clearly incapacitated) state, you thought the best course of action was to walk yourself home.
your legs had entangled somewhere along the line, you occupied yourself by fiddling with the drawstring of his hoodie, not wanting to look him in the eyes while you skimmed over the next part. "a few guys caught up with me from the bar, cornered me, took my phone and purse and a little bit of my dignity," you watched as he physically tensed up, his shoulders straightening out. "i probably shouldn't've called them pea-brained assholes," you mumbled regrettably. "that's how i got this one--" you latched onto one of his wrists and guided him to your bruised torso. you hiked your shirt up a little you let his fingertips graze over the battered skin. "coulda' been a lot worse though," you spoke quieter this time, your tone more serious than before. matt was far too aware of how much worse this could have been, his own mind had been wandering in every direction as you retold the events.
"you gotta' be more careful," he muttered. his eyebrows were knitted tightly together as he tried to stop his mind from wandering any further, and focus on you sitting in front of him. he retracted his hand from your waist, nudging your thigh gently. "you know i'd go nuts if ever lost you."
you hummed. "i know," you felt strangely sobered by matt's presence, the reality of the situation coming to light. it really could've been so much worse. unable to meet matts stare, yours moved to your lap where his hand lay loosely against your thigh. "you and foggy wouldn't make it a day without me..." you tried to make light of it, but you suddenly felt a heaviness in your chest.
matt noticed your change in tone. his eyelids fluttered and his eyebrows unknitting a little. he listened to your heartbeat as it quickened, smelt the salt in the air as your palms grew sweaty. he moved his hand from your thigh to your forearm, anchoring you with his firm grip. you sniffled, turning your palm over and returning the gesture. you felt strangely safe in matts company, in a way you didn't feel with anyone else. he just had a way of encompassing you and making you feel better.
"m'sorry," matt mumbled, his voice had dropped an octave, his eyes unable to move above your waist as his head ducked down. he squeezed your wrist. "i should've been there," he felt guilty all of a sudden. he was so busy focusing on the new round of bad guys he'd been tracking down, that he had neglected to protect one of the few people he genuinely cared about.
you shook your head softly. "there's nothing you could've done, matt," you shrugged, but matt was painfully aware of just how much he could've done to stop this. if he had just said yes when foggy had begged him to come out for drinks with you guys that night, this probably would have never happened. you let out a heavy sigh, your shoulders slumping and lips pursed together. "i was stupid to walk home alone at this time of night, and stupid to antagonise them."
"you're not stupid," he muttered softly, eyebrows knitting together, his unfocused eyes piercing in your direction. "this wasn't your fault. you know that none of this was your fault?"
"yeah-- yeah i know," you nodded gently, fingertips grazing matts forearm as you tried to distract yourself from everything that was running through your mind. "just wish it hadn't happened," you mumbled truthfully, your voice soft and quiet. you tried not to relive the events again, instead you trailed down to matts hand and gave it a squeeze. your affectionate touches were sending matts senses into overdrive, he found it hard to focus on anything else.
"do you have aspirin?" you scrunched up your nose, the ache persisted throughout your body and you needed a break from it. "shit hurts, why do vigilantes and superheroes not talk about how badly it hurts to get your ass beat?" you tried to make light of the situation. "i feel like it would put a lot of people off if they knew it hurts like a bitch."
matt suppressed a small smile, but his eyes gave him away. soft and brown and imagining your expression as you rambled on as you always did. he hummed softly in agreement, pushing himself up off the couch, letting your hand slip away from his as he went to fetch you some aspirin. "maybe you should start spreading the word," he joked halfheartedly to make you feel better.
when he returned, you were sitting upright still, but he could hear the soft, tired breaths leaving your lips. he hovered the glass of water and pills in front of you. "gulp 'em down and lets get you to bed."
your eyes reopened when you heard his voice again. you did as he said, gulping down the medication, hoping it would soothe your aches and pains sooner rather than later. "c'mon sleepyhead," he mumbled, holding out his hand for you to take, which you did.
matt grabbed both your hands and pulled you up onto your feet. your legs were like jelly when you stood up again and your brain was still a bit foggy from all the trauma and alcohol consumed in one night. you gripped him tighter, but matt had a firm hold on you already, his arm snaking around your waist, careful to avoid your injuries as he held you upright. "c'mon, i got you," he guided you into his bedroom, cautiously placing you down on his bed, letting you sit for a moment while he grabbed some clothes for you to change into.
you let out a yawn now that you were sat on his warm, comfy bed you just wanted to curl up in the covers and go to sleep. your eyes began to slowly close, your body swaying slightly as you tire began to take over you.
"here," you opened your eyes to see he was standing in front of you now again, clothes in hand.
"thanks, matty," you mumbled, words slurring a little. you began to unzip your dress, and matt quickly turned on his heels to give you some privacy, mumbling something about letting him know when you were done. you didn't like to remind him of the fact that he very much couldn't see you undressing whether he was facing you or not. he was chivalrous to a fault and you quite liked it.
after a few snags and overstretches you managed to change into a sweatshirt of matts and a pair of old sweatpants, before sitting back in the same position you were in before. "all done," you mumbled, eyes drifting closed again.
"how you feelin'?"
"sleepy," he nodded. his hand rested on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze before his fingers grazed the material of his sweatshirt covering your skin. he liked the thought of that.
"get yourself comfy, i'll take the couch tonight," he wore a soft, gentle smile that made you feel warm.
"you don't have to give up your bed, it's big enough for the both of us," you glanced back at his queen sized bed that could fit three of you in plus matt if you wanted to. you didn't see the point in him taking the couch when there was plenty of room here. "please, i'll feel terrible if i kick you out of your own space."
matt mulled it over in his head before nodding. "i'll be back in a sec."
while matt disappeared in the bathroom, you pulled back his sheets and tucked yourself underneath. you wriggled until you found a position you liked, you tied your hair back and melted into the pillow. you'd never felt comfort like this before.
you let out a content sigh, eyes drooping a little just as matt reentered the room, wearing sweats and a t-shirt now, his glasses discarded. he wandered round the edge of the bed, his hand trailing along the bed frame until he reached the opposite side to where you were lying.
"i really don't mind sleeping on the sofa if it means you're more comfortable," he wanted to double check how you were feeling before he climbed in. "i've slept on the sofa a fair few times and it's really not too bad."
"i'm always comfortable with you, matt," your voice was quiet and mumbly. "seriously, get in," he climbed under the covers, flipping the light off as he did.
"how's that aspirin working?" he mumbled, quiet now you both lay in the dark. you hummed, eyes closing as you finally felt the full weight of your exhaustion.
"like a treat," you let out a sigh, rolling onto your side, face squished against the pillow, stretching your hand out. "thanks again, matty," you hummed. "i don't know what i'd do without you."
you touched his forearm, searching for his hand which he finally gave over to you after realising what you were doing. you gave his hand a firm squeeze, before tugging his arm (along with the rest of him) closer to you and tucking it against your chest.
