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It wasn’t supposed to storm was my first thought when the loud crash of thunder woke me up. The rain was pounding against the windows as the winds pushed it forward, every loud rupture practically shaking the building. I just sat and enjoyed it for a moment, the rain and thunder almost soothing, and the lightning lighting up the darkened sky adding a sense of calm to it all, bringing the colors of the room if only for a stunning moment. It also lit up the clouds, a dark purple hue hidden amongst the normal darkness during storms, making it that much more beautiful.
For a moment I closed my eyes, allowing myself to focus on my breathing while the storm raged on outside, the lightning flickering in front of my eyelids as I did so. Then suddenly a particularly loud clash came from the storm, this thunder strike was much louder than the others. Another one shortly followed, the accompanying lightning making it look as if the sun had come up once again. Shortly after I heard a quiet knock at my door breaking through the still piercing rain hitting against my window. I waited a moment to see it. I was hearing things, and a minute later right as I was about to lay down once again I heard it.
Slowly I raised out of my bed, shuffling over to turn on the light as I headed towards the door. Another shout of thunder hit and the second it was over a, this time much louder, knock hit against my door. Rubbing my eyes I finally opened the door.
“Buck?” I whispered, squinting my eyes to try and see him through the darkness outside of my room. Opening my door more so the light would shine on him I caught the slightest nod pointed in my direction. He was just standing there, his frame practically blocking the entire door way. “Are you alright?” His head tilted down at my words, almost in shame.
He stayed like that for a moment, his hands at his sides and his head kept down. Until another round of thunder shook the room once again. His head shot up and honestly I thought he gave himself whiplash until he looked down at me, his eyes staring into mine. Dragging the non metal hand to his face he finally spoke, his voice cracking and barely being louder than the rain even with how close we were standing.
“I’m afraid of storms” His hand moved over his eyes, as if he was afraid of my reaction. Slowly, I reached my hand up to grab his and move it away. As I did so I could feel a slight tremor which got worse each time the rain would get the slightest bit louder. His eyes followed my hand for a moment before connecting back with mine.
“They scare me too sometimes” A small smile spread across his face, his hand squeezing mine. The wrinkles next to his eyes barely showed through, a lightning strike illuminating them just at the right time for me to see. “Do you want to lay down with me?” His nod was followed by a different smile, one for contentment rather than admiration for my words.
Still holding onto his hand I lead him to my bed. At first we laid side by side, in a comfortable silence. I had almost fallen back asleep before another crash resonated through the sky, before I knew it Bucky had rolled over, his head now lying on my chest. One hand had found my own while the metal one quickly wrapped itself around my waist, the cool metal against the sliver of skin showing sent a chill through me.
“Your arms cold” It was almost like I could feel his head spinning trying to process what I said, I could feel the moment he did. He attempted to quickly remove his arm from around my waist, but I didn’t let him. Using the hand he wasn’t gripping onto I placed it on his shoulder to stop him from moving, after a second he quit trying to, a deep sigh coming out of him.
With a slight chuckle I moved my arm from where it was on his shoulder to lay comfortably around his back. He tensed for a moment, it wasn’t until the rain calmed after a few minutes that he let his guard down, almost absentmindedly digging his head further into my chest.
“Don’t tell Sam”