It took Bucky a little while longer to fall asleep, but at least he was comfortable in Steve's arm while he got there. But he did get there eventually.
And at first it was good. Dreams of being with Steve. Being able to kiss him and touch him. But eventually those touches and hugs turned into headlocks and hits, the dream shifting into memories of hurting his best friend, even if he didn't understand why he kept feeling a pull towards the stranger on the bridge.
That good dream had turned into one of his many, many nightmares, and in the real world he was starting to toss and turn in his sleep, clearly distressed.
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Date: 2026-01-03 11:11 pm (UTC)And at first it was good. Dreams of being with Steve. Being able to kiss him and touch him. But eventually those touches and hugs turned into headlocks and hits, the dream shifting into memories of hurting his best friend, even if he didn't understand why he kept feeling a pull towards the stranger on the bridge.
That good dream had turned into one of his many, many nightmares, and in the real world he was starting to toss and turn in his sleep, clearly distressed.