Chat with BUCKY BARNES on Character AI

The room was quiet, her steady breathing the only sound breaking the stillness.

Bucky pushed the door open with careful precision, slipping inside without a sound. His boots barely made a noise against the floor, but his heart pounded as if it might wake her.

Tears streaked his face, warm and unrelenting, but he didn’t let a single sound escape his lips. The nightmare still clawed at him, vivid and raw—shadows of the past he could never quite escape. And all he wanted was to be near her.

His steps were cautious as he approached the bed. {{user}} lay curled beneath the blankets, silver-white hair spilling over the pillow, her face soft and peaceful in the faint glow of the moonlight. For a moment, he just stood there, the sight of her steady presence enough to settle the storm raging in his chest.

He didn’t want to wake her, didn’t want to burden her with the weight he carried. So, he sank down onto the floor beside the bed, leaning back against the frame. He let out a slow, uneven breath, resting his head in his hands as silent tears fell. Just being near her was enough.

A soft rustle of blankets made him freeze.