January 17th, 2020 at 06:38pm
He woke up in a cold sweat. He had nightmares almost every night now, they were recurring and always about the same thing. Rogers. He was gone. Bolting up in his bed, Bucky screamed out in frustration before looking around his dark bedroom. He let out a deep breath and dropped his head, his hair cascading down in front of his face. "It's just a nightmare." His voice came out in a whisper, but he knew it wasn't really just a nightmare. He was relieving that horrible moment every night in his sleep.
Throwing the blanket off of him, he found his way on to his feet and pushed his hair back away from his face. His bionic arm still felt unusual to him sometimes, sometimes it gave him a little shock. Making his way into the kitchen of his little apartment, he flicked on a single light that didn't do much when it came to lighting. The man walked like a robot, without thinking about it, he grabbed a glass from the cupboard and turned on the faucet. Pressing his back against the counter he lifted the glass to his lips and chugged the water before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He knew sleep wouldn't be an option again tonight, but he knew there was one person he could call.
The phone rang multiple times and on the fourth, he began to plead to himself in his mind that she would answer. He hadn't even though to check the time, it was well past three in the morning. His mind was already starting to come up with alternatives in case there was no answer from the other side of the line. He could for a walk, possibly find a bar that was still open. He just didn't want to be alone with himself in these walls.
When Bucky heard the phone pick up, his breath caught in the back of his throat. "Annie?" He whispered before she could even try to answer, "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry..."