C’mere
Just a quick Bucky drabble for all the bbys who need a hug this week. Me too, my loves. Me too. 💕
Softly, from the frame of the doorway. Gentle as you sit hunched over coffee that has long since cooled.
An innate ability to seek it out, really. The gift he never even asked to be given.
It’s in the eyes, he would say. The weight of a soul pressed heavy, that can’t be hidden by subtle shift of muscle.
It’s in the posture even more. That unconscious repositioning of arms folded into a guarded cage over a weary heart.
Bucky knows it because he has lived it. In his darkest, sober minded moments, the question of his worth a weight that pressed him in and in and in.
“C’mere,” he repeats, firmer now, yet gentle still, as you turn to watch him from your seat at the counter.
There’s a bundle in his arms, a determined set to his stare that vows not to waver.
To fight that armored battle that weighs heavy upon your shoulders, with what he does not know.
He remains steadfast all the same. Unyielding until you move, and then he moves with you. Mirrored until you meet, heart to heavy heart.
Wordlessly he gestures, presses at the bends of your elbows to unfold your arms.
He clouds your vision in ivory knit. Thick and soft and cloaked with woody spice. The warm comfort of him. Turtled neck pulls snug about your head, skewing your hair and squishing your cheeks. He fishes into the arms of it and searches for your own, grasping your hands before tugging them carefully through roomy sleeves.
You almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.
But Bucky pushes the collar down with patient hands. He brushes all errant strands back and away. He cups your cheeks, and he grins.
It breaks the fragile dam that holds back your tears.
And he watches them fall. A needed letting that spills over and down the backs of battle hands. Gentle lips press to your forehead. Chaste, consoling comfort.
And then those hands drop, and those arms snake tight. He pulls you close. The reassuring warmth and weight of him pressing in and in and in.
The tangible mantra that you are not alone.
“C’mere,” is all he ever says.