Your phone buzzed. The bright light and the sound of the vibration on your nightstand caused you to rip you out of your light sleep. You groaned and looked around, confused why you had woken up. Your eyes landed on the screen, the name on it causing your heart to jump.

Do not answer

You thought it was a clever move to save Bucky in your contacts like this. Serving as another reminder not to fall for him again. But you kept staring at the screen, like the faintest thought of him was capable of mesmerizing you. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out your hand and pressed the answer button, holding the phone to your ear. “Yeah?” You asked, suddenly not tired anymore.

“Love,” Bucky said. It didn’t need much more to make your walls crumble. “I need you.” Oh god. He was high. It was obvious. You knew him too well, the way he was getting emotional, how his words were slurring slightly. When he was sober, he pushed you away. He ignored you. He wasn’t able to bear your closeness. But when he was high…

“Why’d you only ever call me when you’re high?” You asked, the hurt obvious in your tone. Your fingers held your phone tight, your eyes stared into the darkness of your room, waiting for his answer. Maybe he would hang up. And act like nothing happened in the morning. But…

“Can I come over?”