(From this #imaginebucky prompt)
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They all have demons that keep them awake. Some are worse than others, but no one is immune. Natasha has had longer than some of the others to learn to cope, but there are still nights that she jerks upright in bed, soaked in cold sweat, choking on the screams that she learned to tamp down years ago.
She knows better than to try to go back to sleep on nights like this.
Normally Natasha goes to see Clint on the bad nights. He’s a light sleeper and he never minds the company. He still gets nightmares himself.
Too much blood to wash away stains their hands. Sometimes it stains their dreams too.
Tonight, she doesn’t quite make it there.
She’s just passing Bucky’s room when she hears the groan. It’s quiet, but packs so much frustration she can practically hear it settling, like dust, over the room. His light clicks on and she can hear the bed creak as he gives up on rest.
She knows that feeling.
To him, it’s all still new. The sleepless nights, the images behind his eyelids. The wondering where he goes from here.
… Clint won’t miss her.
She slows to a stop in front of Bucky’s door and knocks. She slowly creaks the door open after a few moments with no reply.
He’s sitting listlessly on the end of the bed, looking up at her. She can see the mix of hopelessness and curiosity in his face.
“Mind if I join you?” She asks, because she knows sometimes it’s better, easier, to be alone when the nights are bad. She’ll go away if he needs her to.
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Dammit Marvel, get out of my brain!
More artwork is coming, stay tuned 😀