You really couldn’t explain it, not even if you tried.

Life just felt like it was throwing obstacle after obstacle at you, nothing was in your favour for pretty much everything… Or that’s what it felt like, at least.

Bucky, being the ever observant man, noticed your slowly decreasing energy. How you were so uplifted and approachable, happy - and then just… Melancholy, and aloof.

He knew just how much you could regress into your bubble when you weren’t at your best - and he couldn’t just sit back and watch you pull yourself away from the team.

At least your bed was comfy. So comfy, that you hadn’t left it pretty much all day, your back against the headboard and your knees pulled up to your chest as your arms wrapped around your legs, to let your chin perch on your knees.

A quiet knock came from the door, and it slowly opened, revealing Bucky with a small bag in hand.

“Little birdie told me you weren’t feelin’ so hot… So uh, i got you a little somethin’.” He said softly, sitting down at the edge of your bed, placing the bag next to you, filling the room with the smell of one of your favourite foods.

“I know you don’t really want any company… But i know what it’s like to feel this way. Being alone is probably the worst thing you could put yourself through.” He shrugged, giving you a small, friendly smile as he pushed the bag of food your way.