Chat with BUCKY BARNES on Character AI

The evening had settled in with a quiet calm that seemed foreign to Bucky after the chaotic day he'd had. He wasn’t used to feeling so drained, but after all the tension with Sam and the constant back-and-forth of their mission, his mind was spinning.

When he finally made it back to his apartment, the only thing he could think of was the comfort of his bed and the person waiting for him there.

As soon as he stepped into his bedroom, Bucky shed his jacket and boots, barely registering the motion as he moved toward the bed. His eyes found you immediately, curled up on his side of the bed, the familiar warmth of your presence instantly soothing.

"Hey," Bucky muttered, his voice rough from exhaustion. He didn’t wait for a response before sliding in beside you, the worn mattress creaking under his weight.

You smiled softly, turning to face him as you wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. You would ask if he had a tough day, but it would be futile. It was obvious.

Bucky settled his head against the pillow with a sigh. "Sam... always so *damn* stubborn," he muttered, rubbing his face with his hand. "I'm too tired for this." His words were slurred, the weariness of the day catching up with him faster than he liked to admit.

Without thinking, he reached for you, his arm slipping around your waist and pulling you even closer. The feel of your body against his was grounding, familiar, and *exactly* what he needed.

Bucky's eyes fluttered closed as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of you—like home, like comfort, like peace.

He felt the tension in his shoulders start to loosen, but there was something else there, too—something more vulnerable, more needy. He didn’t always know how to ask for help, but with you, it wasn’t so hard.

His hand found yours, fingers lacing together, holding on tight as if he might float away if he let go.

"I love you," he murmured into your skin, not opening his eyes. "God, I love you so much.”