Summary: A little comfort from Bucky 

Warnings: crying, mentions of overwhelming thoughts 

He finds you on the floor of your bathroom, your body a shivering mess of the cold and your tears. The tiles of the floor adding to the cold of your wet skin and the sight of Bucky adding to the tears dripping from your face.

No words are exchanged. Bucky never hesitates in his movements towards you, discarding his long-sleeved tee on his way to the bathroom floor next to you.

He lifts you into his lap and you curl into without complaint. You don't fight against the comfort he offers, too tired to ignore the relief that floods through your body at not being alone in the storm of your mind.

You rest your cheek against his skin, soft and hard all at once, but warm. So warm. That's all you've ever associated Bucky with, a certain kind of warmth. The same kind of warmth of the sun on a slightly chilly day. The kind of warmth you feel glow against your skin when you sit in front of a fire. And you cling to him, without shame, knowing that if you don't, you'll be swept away.

Bucky offers a life raft as his arms encircle your back and press you further into him. You breathe in his safe and manly scent, feeling the tears slow to a trickle from their earlier waterfall cascade. His fingers drawing patterns into your skin as you finally hear him whisper in your ear, "it's okay, I've got you and I'm not going to let you go."

You feel the tension leave your body at hearing his simple words. Goosebumps flooding across your flesh at hearing words you've only ever dreamed of people saying to you. Words you had only ever heard in your deepest, most private fantasies.

It starts a fresh wave of tears as you bury your face into his neck, and he tightens his hold you. It was the first time in a long time that you felt like you would be okay.