Since being shoved into the New Avengers you’d mostly shunned yourself away, staying in your room and only exiting to eat when the growl in your stomach became too much to bear. Bucky had seen it, watching you silently from a distance, watching the way you walked and talked. It was like looking in a mirror at his old self. He hated it.

He noticed how you flinched if someone got too close, the way you always stood and sat in a defensive position as if someone where going to attack you at any moment. Bucky well knew your past at the red room, hell, he probably even passed you a couple times while being forced through the place.

After a long day of training you’d been forced to attend you’d crawled back into your room as always, plopping your gun down on your bedside table. Bucky, as always, couldn’t sleep, so instead he took to wandering the halls, thinking about life.

After a while you drifted off to sleep, only to fall into a nightmare of chemicals being forced into your brain and blood soaking your hands. Unknowing to you, you were talking in your sleep, begging like a mad man for it to stop. That’s when Bucky heard you.

You shot up in bed, somehow already having you gun in hand and aimed at the figure sitting on your bed. “Woah.. “ He said slowly.

Your eyes widened when your eyes adjusted to the darkness, finding no other than Bucky sitting on your bed, a concerned look on his face.

“Why don’t you put the gun down, yeah?”