“Buck?”

Your voice echoes in the darkness, a harrowing sound covering the silence.

You felt ridiculous, practically sneaking into your own bedroom. But you and Bucky had been fighting, leaving you in the guest room and him refusing to even look at you.

The issue was what you were fighting over. His recklessness, to be exact. How he keeps risking his life on missions to save those around him - mainly you, or Steve.

On the last mission, you had seen something you never want to see again. Had watched a bullet sail towards Bucky, had watched it just miss him, skimming his shoulder. You’d watched crimson pour from the wound, unable to tell at the time how bad the damage had been.

Your heart had been in your throat, and the image was still haunting you ever time you closed your eyes.

Though you were furious with Bucky, you needed him more than anything right now.

“Buck?”

You whisper again, voice breaking and finally gaining his attention.