Pairing: X-23!reader x Bucky
Warnings: Torture, Hydra flashbacks, alluding phrases to sexual assault.
You tossed and turned in your sleep, mumbling incoherently. The stress from your flashback pressed tears from your eyes and your brow furrowed. The nightmares were strong this week, they always were after a stressful mission. This last one had been particularly hard on you. A call from the intelligence team woke up Romanoff at midnight, someone had broken into the X-Mansion, your old home. Since most of the X-men were away on an emergency call, they had asked for help from the Avengers, requesting that you come with as you knew the layout of the mansion better than anyone. Romanoff had pulled you out of bed and flew the two of you on the quinjet as fast as she could. When the two of you had reached the mansion you recognized the perpetrators as members of the Brotherhood. They ran once they realized Black Widow and you were on the scene. Their intentions for breaking into the school were unknown, but they had been violent in doing so. The students had fought back, and most of them had been injured in the fight. One of the victims had been extremely hurt, you found her body outside, it had been thrown from a window upstairs, he limbs were mangled and she was fighting to breathe. The sight of her maimed body resurfaced memories of your time incarcerated by Hydra. It reminded you of the times they had played with your body and tortured you for hours on end, just to test your regenerative abilities.
The memories haunt you in your sleep tonight, as you dream you can feel the weight of a man on top of you, pinning your arms down with your knees, crushing through the bones in your elbows as he did so. His fist clashed repeatedly with your face, cracking a new bone with every hit.
"It is working!" He shrieked your attacker, a sick grin plastered on his face. "The enhanced serum you administered, doctor, she is healing fast than ever."
You jolted awake at the sound of someone opening your door, your claws launched from your hands and feet, and you screamed as you lunged at the figure standing in the doorframe. The figure leaped into your attack, grasping your wrists in his large hands and sweeping your feet out from under you, he held you firmly to the ground.
"Hey! Hey! (y/n) it's me, it's Bucky, you're okay, come back to me." Bucky said calmly as you writhed under his grasp.
You slowed your movement as you came to, realizing the familiar face was not a threat.
"I-I'm sorry!" You sobbed as your claws retracted back into your skeleton.
"It's okay. You didn't hurt me, alright?" Bucky whispered, "It was just a nightmare, you're safe now."
You noticed his face is only inches from yours, his hands have gone from pinning your wrists to holding them to his chest, and the close vicinity makes your heart skip a beat, a sign of weakness. You scoot back quickly until your back hits your bed.
"Bucky what the fuck is wrong with you?" You shout, your eyes betray you as tears fall from your cheeks, and you brush them away, "I could have killed you! Don't come into my room when I'm like this, I can't control myself. I'll hurt you."
"I was just trying to help, (y/n). I'm not scared of you, I know what it's like, to have to live with what Hydra did to you." Bucky said, he didn't show it but your harsh words had stung, although he understood what you were doing. He had been in your position not too long ago, scared and convinced he was a monster. He knew you thought you were protecting yourself by keeping him away.
"Don't pretend you know me, Bucky" you huffed indignantly, "you had a life before Hydra, ok? I am theirs! I was born there and grew up there!"
Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line, "you're right, I don't understand everything. I was there too though, ok? So just... I don't know. You're not alone, that's it."
"Get out of my room, please." You order quietly as you crawl back into your bed, guilt grasping at you for pushing him away. You turn over and wait for him to leave, he does after a second. You listen as his footsteps retreat back to the end of the hall to his living quarters.
Bucky sighs as he lays back down in his bed, thinking of you. It made him angry and sick to his stomach, the thought of what you had gone through at the hands of Hydra. He would find those bastards who were responsible for your pain one day, and he would set them on fire and let them die a horrible, painful death. Since you left the X-men and Natasha had recruited you to join the Avengers a year ago, he had felt a strong connection to you. The fact that both of you had suffered at the hands of Hydra meant that he wasn't alone. You had spent most of your first year with the Avengers holed up in your living quarters, Tony had been understanding of your reclusive habits and put you in a room that more so resembled a large studio apartment, equipped with a kitchen, a living room, and a small area with workout equipment. The only reason you ever needed to leave your room was to do laundry. Bucky had learned your routine, he knew that every Sunday at 1700 and every Thursday at 1900 you would be in the laundry room. He made sure he was always close, either doing his laundry alongside you or walking in the corridor at the same time as you. He yearned to know you, your pasts so connected, yet off by just a few years made him feel as though you two were meant to meet. Your looks had only heightened his curiosity about you, the way your hair framed your perfectly proportioned face made it impossible for him to look away from you. Every time your (y/e/c) eyes caught his gaze he felt a surge of infatuation. He couldn't take his eyes off your lips as you focused on your laundry, everything about you was so incredibly beautiful to him. He thought about holding your hands to his chest tonight, how you had trusted his touch enough to come back to reality for him. His face so close to yours made his heart skip. He had wanted to pull you in and feel you curl up against his chest, to feel safe enough with him to sleep there. Turning over in his bed, Bucky reached out to the vast emptiness next to him and fantasized about you laying there. He understood so well the pain you were feeling, he knew you felt as though to be safe you needed to push him away. He knew you needed space, but could not stop thinking about the day you would let him in.