(WARNINGS: ANGST! Mentions of kidnapping, torture, nightmares. Fluff at the end.)

You shivered as you laid on the cold ground of the cell they kept you in. You lost track of how long you'd been there. The days were beginning to blur together as your captors continued to try and break you. To crack the shield you'd put up and turn you into the next Winter Soldier. At first, you determined not to let them but, the longer they held you, the weaker your resolve became. You were breaking and they knew it.

Suddenly, the door to your cell opened and two armed guards came in and pulled you up. You knew what was coming and you tried to fight them off. You couldn't. You were too weak from the amount of physical and psychological torture you'd been through. The guards dragged you through the compound, your body limp between them. You were giving up, your spirit fractured and your body frail. They dragged you to the set of double doors you knew so well and that's when you began to fight harder. You knew what was coming...

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You sat upright with a scream. Your skin was cool with sweat and your heart was racing a mile a minute. The door to your bedroom flew open, revealing a disheveled looking Bucky. "Y/N?" You shrank away from him, making him sigh. No one in the Tower knew what you were going through like Bucky did. After all, he'd been through it too. For decades.

He slowly crossed the room and sat on the bed next to you. "Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head. "Fair enough. What can I do?" Another shake of your head. "Do you want me to go?" You finally looked up at him with wide eyes. "No. How can I make them stop?" Bucky gave you a small smile. "I don't think they'll ever stop completely. I still get them, but I don't have them as often anymore."

You did your best to fight back the tears, but Bucky saw them anyway. "Hey. It's gonna be okay," he said, carefully wrapping an arm around you. This was becoming normal for you both now. Ever since he and Steve found you at the HYDRA compound, you were quiet and withdrawn except when you had the nightmares. Then, everything came out. The screams, the tears, the cries for help. And all Bucky could do was watch and wait for you to open up about what all had happened to you.

"Can we do something? Anything to get my mind off it?" you asked quietly. Bucky smiled again as his eyes scanned your room. "How about some Super Smash Bros.?" You let out a laugh and replied, "Can I be Kirby?" Bucky nodded enthusiastically, happy you were actually speaking to him. "Of course! Let's do this!" You smiled as Bucky got up to start the game.

Steve's yawn was cut short when he heard voiced coming from your room. "Yeah! Eat it, Barnes!" Steve stopped walking, his head cocked to the side like a puppy. "I don't think so, Y/L/N! You gotta do better than that." A groan made Steve approach your door, fist raised to knock until Clint appeared. "They've been at it for hours!" He started pounding on your door. "Come you guys! Enough is enough! Y/N beat you fair and square, Barnes!" he cried before throwing up the door.

Youand Bucky blinked in surprise when the door burst open. Clint's face was a maskof annoyance while Steve looked confused. The two of you were sitting on thefloor, controllers in hand. The floor was littered with snack bags of allkinds. "What?" you asked, a Red Vine hanging from your lips. Stevechuckled. It was the first time you'd really spoken to anyone except Buckysince you'd been rescued. "Come on, Barton. Let's leave them alone."Once the door was closed, you and Bucky went back to yelling at each other,laughing occasionally. "Y/N needs this. They both do," Steve said,making Clint smile.dex\"˘�BJx�