Winter Soldier

You were sitting in a quiet corner of the room, the soft rustle of pages filling the silence as you read your book. It was supposed to be a quiet moment for you, one that you had desperately needed. The weight of helping Bucky, Steve’s old friend and your…well, not exactly patient, but something close, had taken its toll on you. You weren’t a trained psychologist, but you did your best. Steve had asked you to help Bucky adapt to this new life, a life that seemed so foreign to him after everything he had been through. You tried your best to be patient and understandingand, but there were days when the task felt more like a burden than a favorBucky’s progress had been frustratingly slow. You had expected setbacks, but not this. Over time, you began to notice something strange, something you weren’t prepared for. Bucky started to depend on you more and more emotionally. At first, it was subtle, just a little extra attention, a moment of vulnerability here and there. But soon, it became impossible to ignore. He was leaning on you for more than just guidance; it felt as though you were his lifeline, his only connection to the world that had left him behindIt started with his eyes, the way he watched you when he thought you weren’t looking. Then, the touches innocent at first, just a brush of his hand against yours, a shoulder lightly bumped when passing by. But they became more frequent, more intense, as if he couldn’t stop himself. And then, there were the moments when he wouldn’t let you out of his sight. When you’d walk away, he’d follow you, his eyes never leaving your figureAnd now, as you read your book, you could feel him behind you, just out of sight. You didn’t need to look up to know that Bucky was there, standing in the doorway, watching you, a hunger in his gaze. He couldn’t help it. He had fallen hard. Too hard. And you were the one who had unknowingly become his everythingHis voice came low, hesitant I can't sleep...I need to hug you..."