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Lucid Dreams- Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Enchanced!Reader (Part 01)

Summary: The cradle of sleep continuously eludes Bucky. Nightmares tormented him every night. But a chance encounter with an unknown woman draws him into the dream realm. Granting him the peace he so desired. But he longs to see her again. His dreamgirl.

Disclaimer: The reader's autistic traits are based on my own. Every autistic person is different with their own different traits. So please do not assume every autistic person is like this.

Inspiration: Lucid Dream by Owl City

Bucky jolted awake from another nightmare. Covered head to toe in sweat, his heart rate extremely high. He was in his apartment, on the floor in the living room with a bunch of blankets and his pillow. The TV on low playing some crappy old sitcom from two decades ago was the only light in the room. Bucky groaned in frustration as his hands went to his short hair. He hadn’t had any decent sleep in weeks. Nothing but nightmares.

He was so tired.

The lack of sleep was affecting him during the day, shuffling through the streets as if he were undead. Fueled by reflex and muscle memory. How much longer was this going to go on?

“How have you been sleeping?” Dr. Raynor asked. But Bucky didn’t answer, he didn’t want to. He just kept staring blankly out the window, his vision doubled occasionally with exhaustion. In the corner of his eye he saw Raynor grab the notebook with frustration. His anger spiked, “Like shit okay! I’ve been sleeping like shit! Happy now?!” He exclaimed. The pen stilled in the therapist’s hand as she eyed him. “Have you been doing those sleep exercises I recommended?” Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yes, every single one. And not one of them made a damn bit of difference!” All these “new age” methods were ludicrous in his opinion. Scented candles, meditation, listening to some ancient sounding new age music. It was too weird for his taste. A glass of smoked whiskey and a good book was enough for him, more realistic.

Bucky sat through the rest of the session harboring anger. His frustration over the lack of sleep he was getting was pissing him off more everyday. Everynight he’d stay up as long as possible. He'd eventually pass out but he’d be up in less than four hours from a nightmare.

Walking back to his apartment the sounds of the city had become droned and melded, in his exhausted hazed mind it was like the world was fading away. He passed the little coffee shop on his route, it showed up a few months ago. Seemed to be fairly popular with the young crowd. Whatever. He just wanted to go home.

“OOF!”

Someone bumped into him. “Sorry!” They left before he could see their face. He couldn’t really see clearly through the haze in his eyes. He looked at where he felt the person’s hand touch him, on his sternum. He felt a warmth coming from it as if the hand was still there. He grasped the end of the hoodie and pulled it towards his nose, he sniffed. Coffee. The smell of freshly ground coffee beans wafted into his nose. The roasted smell made his mouth water. Fresh coffee. Maybe he’d brew up a pot when he got home.

Finally his apartment was in sight, and so was someone. Sam. The new Captain America sat on the steps of his building. Clearly waiting for him. On approach Sam stood up, “Raynor called me.” He said. Bucky rolled his eyes in annoyance, “What are you my nanny now?” Bucky snapped, fishing out his keys. “She told me about your sleep problems. I just wanna help man.” He was so sick of this. People thinking they can just walk into his life and without indirectly telling him he’s a wreck, a psychological tire fire, a monster who must obey like an obedient dog! “She knows nothing about me!” Bucky was getting more and more angry. “Buck, we're just trying to help.” Sam placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. But the former Winter Soldier shoved it off as if he had been burned. “SHUT UP!” He yelled. He turned to Sam, “You wanna help Sam? Then leave me alone! You have no idea how all this is for me! Everything I’ve done! And until you do, LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” He yelled with all the anger that had been pent up inside.

He turned and entered the building, leaving Sam behind. Once inside everything hit him.

Why did he do that? Sam was just trying to help, like the good friend he is. And Bucky lashed out. He pushed his friend away. His only friend left. Bucky leaned his head back on the door as his face began to tremble and hot tears pooled in his eyes. He banged his head on the door in an attempt to punish himself. He slid down to the floor as sobs began to emerge from his throat. He was all alone. That’s what he does, he pushes and alienates all those close to him. Afterall it was his fault Steve left. Bucky berated himself thinking Steve abandoned him because he had enough. Bucky’s sobs echoed in his apartment. He was so tired. Why couldn’t he sleep? He just wanted to sleep.

Later that night, Bucky’s eyes were red and swollen from sobbing out his frustrations. He wished the world would just swallow him up forever. It was past midnight now, the smoked whiskey he poured two hours ago was almost finished. The astronomy book in his hand was half done. Since being freed, astronomy had become his favorite thing to catch up on. He could recall memories from his childhood where it’d be late at night, his parents and sisters would be tucked in and asleep while he snuck up to the roof to find all the constellations he could see. And get lost in thoughts over what may be beyond that sky and those stars. Now with all the satellites and space stations he was more enthralled than ever.

He yawned, he couldn’t see straight anymore. He wanted to sleep but he knew what would happen in a few hours. He needs to sleep. He stripped down to his boxers, his dog tags dangling against his bare chest. He looked at the spot where he had been touched earlier that day. It felt hot but not in a painful way, there were no marks or anything but he felt the heat seep deep inside him. Maybe he was hallucinating.

He laid down in his pile of blankets on the floor, the TV was on low. His head resting on the pillow. He took deep breaths trying to relax his mind and think of anything other than the impending nightmares he’d face later.

What would it be like to float through outer space? He wondered. Where nothing mattered. The problems he faced everyday would just melt away. Just him and the endless horizon of stars.

He slipped into sleep.

Weightless, Free, Peace, and warmth. That’s what Bucky felt, he’d never felt this before.

I am a light sleeper

But I am a heavy dreamer

He opened his eyes. And to his wonderment saw an endless sky of stars and colorful nebula clouds. He was floating in outer space. Yet he could breathe and there was no lethal cold. It was warm. Like being wrapped in a soft blanket or embraced by someone. This had to be a dream. It felt so amazing, sure he was just floating but it felt so free, so peaceful. He wanted to touch the nebula clouds, he reached his hand out unsure how to move himself forward. But with the thought of moving forward he slowly floated towards the cloud.

My imagination gives me wings

And I can go anywhere

His hand went through the cloud and it moved with his hand. Following his every movement as if he was controlling it. In a spur of childlike wonder he quickly flicked his hand and the cloud followed. Dazzling wisps of bright colors and starlight followed his hand creating an ethereal dance of light and wonder. Bucky’s heart soared with warmth and happiness. He wanted to see more. With a quick thought he floated up.

And when I wander away, to some other place

I'm suddenly there, way up in the air

Where passenger trains catch fire and fill the sky with flames

And that black rabbit of death

Wakes up in a breath, of beautiful dreams

My heartache it seems, so terribly vain

Where fire and diamonds fall like rain

He reached out to grab a star. In his hand it was small yet bright. Like a firefly. He held it with care. It was like he could do anything. Go wherever he wanted. Nothing could tear him away from this feeling. His self hating thoughts, his tainted mind. It seemed so far away like no harm could come to him here. Here in this realm of dreams he felt safe.

Do you believe in endless miracles?

Do you believe in the impossible?

Do you believe sleep is a time machine?

Do you believe in curiosity?

Do you believe in what you cannot see?

Do you believe life is a Lucid Dream?

He suddenly heard music. It was getting closer. Was there someone else here? He looked and saw in a burst of ethereal color, a woman. Running on a stream of white starlight that grew to catch her steps. Nebula clouds and stars followed her as if she were guiding them. Her (y/h/c) air flowed behind her like a curtain as she ran. Dressed in a black tank top and underwear of the same color, she was happy as she ran on the stream of starlight. Earbuds were tucked into her ears with their cords disappearing into nothing. Bucky could hear the music from them. As clear as day. The woman turned her head to look at him, she smiled brightly as if she had been looking for him. Her (y/e/c) eyes, brighter than the stars that followed her, gazed at him. Beckoning him. She was so beautiful. Like a Goddess of Dreams. With a quick flick of her hands she sent another stream of starlight his way. It flowed under his feet pulling him forward to follow the woman. Nearly losing his balance he gradually moved his legs to run on the stream.

This was amazing! He was running on starlight! He looked at the woman again, her smile was bigger and brighter. She raised her arms high as she looked at him cheering him on. He ran with her on the stream of starlight exchanging glances. She pointed ahead of them, the underside of a swirling galaxy. She sprinted ahead of him and breached the galaxy in a burst of stars and colored dust. Like a mermaid surfacing. He wanted to do it too. He sprinted. Breach. Breach. BREACH!

Well that's how you study the stars

That's how you study the stars

And that's how you know 'em by heart

Life is a Lucid Dream

He pushed through the galaxy floating up and up with the stars following him. The brightness in his chest radiated. He never felt so free. So happy. So content. He breathed deeply in peace as he floated. He opened his eyes and stared at the swirling galaxy before him. He wanted to stay forever. His dog tags floated before him. Above him he saw the woman again, delicately drifting towards him with a soft warm smile that made his heart flutter. She reached out and cupped his cheeks with such tenderness his eyes drifted shut at the warmth. “Time to wake up.” Her voice echoed with such grace and softness it made the angel's of old sound tone deaf. And with a soft kiss to his forehead he was enveloped in a warm bright light.

I am a light sleeper

But I am a heavy dreamer

When Bucky opened his eyes again, he heard the sounds of the city. He stared at the ceiling. He was back in the real world. He smiled at the memory of his dream.

He sat up, he felt well rested. Looking at his watch, it was past 6 in the evening. He had been asleep for sixteen hours. With no nightmares. He felt amazing. His mood shifted when in the corner of his eyes he saw a glowing blue light over his sternum. Ethereal blue light in the shape of a delicate handprint lay on his chest, the fingers ending at his sternum. Radiating a soft warmth. It faded slowly into him. He felt a wave calm wash over him as he thought about the woman in his dream. Did she do this? Did she give him that dream?

He needed to find her.

He had to see her again.

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kidney9-9 · 2 years

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Turtles and Clams - Bucky Barnes

@littlesister20001 asked Hi! Can you do a bucky x platonic female teen reader who is autistic/ADHD and super clingy but he's ok with it because it helps both? Maybe post hydra/Hi! Can I get a bucky x platonic autistic teen where she's clingy and has a meltdown when he leaves for a mission.

Hey everyone! I'm back (kind of), got a bit of inspiration to do this request, thank you for sending it in! I tried my best to describe Reader's feelings. Can be read as fem!Reader or any other as well, usually my writing is fem!Reader. Thank you for reading!

Just a reminder that my tags are not working/my masterlist is linked in bio!

Bucky Barnes x teen!Reader (Platonic/Friendly Relationship) Warnings: Crying Word Count: 1.7k

About an hour before Bucky left for his mission, he started to pack up the essentials. First, an extra spare change of clothes, a first aid kit, and of course a few other weapons he might need to use. Once he was done putting those in his backpack, he glanced around his room to see if he needed to bring anything else.

When he went to go pick up one of the spare phones, he usually brings on missions, he saw the picture frame with you and him together from a few years back, after your first successful mission with him. He smiled at it but then he realized he forgot to tell you that he was leaving soon for a mission. He quickly picked up the spare phone and the picture frame and put it in his bag before he walked out of the room to go tell you.

When he found you, you were in the movie room, watching a random show with some snacks and your favorite small pillow. “Hey pumpkin,” He whispered, tapping on your shoulder so he didn’t scare you.

You turned around after a second and gasped when you saw what he was wearing. It was all his mission gear! He was even wearing his gloves already, which told you he was about to leave.

“Hey, what? Why are you going?” You asked surprised and he sat down next to you with a big sigh, kicking his feet up to the coffee table.

“I’m sorry, kid. I forgot to tell you I was called to go out this morning, I’m leaving in about an hour.” He explained, shrugging his shoulders apologetically. You frowned back at him, but he smiled and shook his head, turning to you to speak again, “I’ll be back before Monday, I’ll try to be back faster than that though.”

You shook your head and grabbed onto your pillow, playing with your fingers. “I don’t like that, why do you have to leave?”

He sighed again, not sure how to tell you it was about HYDRA. There was a planned attack on the capital a few states over, and it showed all the signs of HYDRA. There were so many injured, but thankfully no casualties and he was assigned to go check if there would be any other attacks around the capital. You both were great at spotting HYDRA signs, but he had to go out alone.

“Some people were hurt; I’m going to check in on them. It was HYDRA again, but don’t worry, I’ve got it.” He spoke up after a few moments of silence. You shook your head at him and then put your hands over your face.

“Stupid HYDRA.” You mumbled, and Bucky agreed, “Yeah, they’ll be gone soon though.” He wanted to reassure you about it because he saw, and he knew how much HYDRA hurt you both in the past. You two grew close together through that shared experience and now are close friends. You reminded him of his past, before HYDRA.

Steve and you were similar, but not exactly alike. He liked having you as a friend and he’d almost call you his sister or even his kid at times, when he felt like he was giving you fatherly advice, but you were the one that gave him the good advice.

“Did you know that some turtles can live up to almost 500 years?” You spoke up, still watching the screen. Bucky glanced at you and chuckled quietly, shaking his head.

“No, I didn’t. That’s interesting, I wonder why.” He replied and you pushed your pillow to him, letting him hold it. You turned to face him and grinned, “And clams can live to usually about 400 years old, but there’s a world record for a clam called Ming, who lived to be 507.”

“That’s a long time, really? A clam can live that long?” He asked, surprised at the fact. He set the pillow down on his lap and you nodded to him. Before he knew it, you laid your head onto the pillow and then turned back to the screen, watching a random show he didn’t know.

“Y/n, you know I have to leave soon.” He said, gazing down at you. You didn’t realize he said anything, but kept fidgeting with your fingers, paying attention to the characters in the show.

You two stayed there for about twenty more minutes and then Bucky checked his phone. He received a few messages telling him to leave now, because it would take some time to get to the car from here. He set his phone down, frowning that he had to leave so soon. He knew you wouldn’t want him to, but he had to.

“Y/n, I’ve got to go now, I’m sorry.” He spoke up, tapping your shoulder. You groaned and shook your head, refusing to get up. He laughed slightly, “Okay then, I’m gonna have to push you!” He warned you playfully and you got up instantly, laughing with him.

“I don’t want you to go.” You responded, laying your head back onto his shoulder before he stood up. He nodded with you, but he still got up. He gave you back your pillow and then you threw it back at him, laughing as he caught it with surprise.

“Do you want me to keep it?” He asked, glancing down to it. It was your favorite, you usually left it in here or in your room, but you nodded to him.

“I want you to have it when you’re on your mission. I miss you and whenever you see the pillow, you’ve got to remember that turtles and clams can live up to 500 years. Promise?” You replied, standing up. You two started to walk out of the room and to his room to get his backpack.

“Okay, I will, but why?” He asked as you held onto his hand. He gave your hand a squeeze and smiled at you when he saw you were upset.

“Because I want us to be a turtle and a clam that have a 500-year friendship. You have to promise you to come back with the pillow too.” You whispered, squeezing his hand back. Bucky stopped walking, causing you to stop and glance at him.

He pulled you into a big hug, squeezing you tight. “I promise for both of those things. I’ll miss you too.” When you guys got out of the hug, he grabbed his bag and carried the pillow with him, under his arm.

As you two walked to the elevator, you started to sniffle a bit, feeling upset that he was leaving so soon. You didn’t want him to go, you just wanted him to be safe and at home, but you knew that he needed to go for the mission. You couldn’t stop when a few tears came out though, as he walked into the elevator.

“Wait, one more hug?” You asked and he nodded, quickly giving you a hug before the elevator closed.

“I’ll miss you, kid.” He replied as the elevator closed completely.

You stood at the elevator for a minute, starting to cry a bit more and then you went back into the movie room, wishing you had your pillow and Bucky back already. Your eyes swelled up with more tears and you kept trying to blink them away, but they just kept coming down.

As more tears fell, cries started to come out from your mouth and you held yourself together, wrapping your arms around your legs after you brought your knees up to your chest. “I just want Bucky back,” you cried aloud, hitting your head on your knees a few times.

It hurt more than it normally did because you didn’t prepare yourself for him to leave. Usually, he would tell you a day before or even a week before but now he was gone without much of a goodbye that always happens.

“Miss Y/n,” Friday, the AI system that Tony installed a few years prior, spoke up. Friday was modified over and over again after Tony had passed, adding quirks that Tony had to make people still feel like he was around somehow. You barely got to know Tony but Friday quickly became your second-best friend in the buildings.

The building you were in now was a private and separate resting place for most of the Avengers, sometimes mentioned as the “Chill zone”, named by Peter. The chill zone, or building A.9, was the place you called your second home, where you mainly stayed with Bucky.

You didn’t respond to Friday, but the AI continued, “Mr. Barnes – erm, Bucky, has made a request to call you. He will lose signal in about 50 minutes; you can choose to answer your phone if you’d like to.” Your head popped up at the words, glancing towards your phone after a few seconds.

“Thank you, Friday.” You responded after grabbing your phone. You instantly opened up the link to talk to Bucky over a video call.

Once it finally loaded, you felt your tears slow down, but they didn’t ease up. “Hey kid.” Bucky spoke up first, and you pointed to camera to the screen, not wanting him to see you crying.

“Hi.” You replied shortly, sniffling and shuffling on the sofa. You pulled a blanket up to you from the other side of the couch, using it as a makeshift pillow.

“I know you don’t like talking when you’re sad, so we can just sit here on the phone if you want.” He spoke up after a moment of silence and you nodded, not saying anything out loud. You placed your phone on your lap as you laid down on the couch, turning back to the screen and curled yourself up into a ball.

After a few minutes of quietness, Bucky started to hum a song you’ve never heard before, but it was relaxing. Your crying slowly stopped and after a while, you started to hum with Bucky as he repeated the song. You were sure it was a lullaby, because of how sleepy it made you feel, and Bucky would sometimes speak up to say a few things to you, bringing up some memories you two formed throughout the years of friendship.

It was a little bit after that when you fell asleep, and Bucky lost signal to the video call. You dreamed about the conversation you two had earlier and you wished you sneaked into his mission with him somehow, but you knew he would come back.

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casualwriters · 2 years

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marvelous-heroimagines · 7 years

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Field Trip

Requested by: Anonymous (Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 1.3K Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I went with a more normal storyline, I hope that’s okay!

I don’t have any younger siblings or cousins, so I don’t know how tall 10 year olds are, so just, sorry.

I also don’t know anyone that’s autistic, so I hope I portrayed the child okay.

If you were being honest, you were having as much fun as the school kids were. You had to keep reminding yourself that you were just a teacher’s assistant, not a 5th grader yourself, but you were enthralled with Stark Industries. The teacher you were helping, Mrs. Robins, had told the kids that none of the Avengers would be making an appearance at today’s field trip, but they had all hoped they’d catch a glimpse, as did you.

The kids squealed when Tony Stark casually strolled up to you and Mrs. Robins, introducing himself and informing you both that he was just dropping by to say hello. It was a frenzy, all the kids descended on Tony Stark like a tidal wave, clamouring for photos and autographs. You were dazzled too, but something in your gut told you to look for Lucas. He was autistic and Mrs. Robins told you that he had a tendency to wander away from the group on previous trips.

Your stomach sinks through the floor as you notice he’s missing. You check and re-check the crowd of kids a dozen times, you were starting to panic.

“Mr. Stark,” you try to sound calm, but you fail, “Mr. Stark, excuse me,”

He turns to you, “Oh, if my teachers looked like you, maybe I wouldn’t have been expelled from so many schools,” he gives you a charming smile, but you can’t appreciate his attempt at flirty right now,

“Sir, we seem to have... Lost a child,” you say in a hushed voice, “Lucas, he must have wandered off-”

“You have full access to the building,” he calls to you, getting distracted by the 22 other kids who wanted his attention, “I’ll try to help you look for him when I can,”

You glance at Mrs. Robins, and she gives you a stiff nod, before you rush off towards the elevator.

“Oh god,” you panic as the doors close and you see the 100 floors that awaited you. Lucas could be on any of them.

“Hello,” a female Irish voice sounds through the elevator, “By Tony Stark’s request, I have found the young, male child that you are looking for. He is on the 80th floor,”

“Thank you?” you tentatively reply. Your foot taps impatiently as the elevator climbs, and you’re worried what you will find, you hope that Lucas is okay.

The elevator doors slide open and you’re ready to run out. But you’re stopped in your tracks when you see Lucas, safe and sound, talking to a tall, broad man with dark hair. You don’t realise who it is until you notice that his left arm is completely metal. Lucas was talking to The Winter Soldier.

“Lucas, are you okay?” you wander out of the elevator. Both Lucas and James Barnes turn to you,

“Miss Y/L/N!” Lucas says excitedly, “I made a friend!”

You can’t help but smile. Lucas had difficulty making friends in his class, and you had taken to eating lunch with him so that he didn’t feel lonely.

“Lucas, you shouldn’t run off like that, you scared me,” you make sure that you’re voice is kind, not wanting to make him feel too bad for his natural curiosity.

Lucas doesn’t say anything, but he turns back to James Barnes and starts touching his metal arm. Lucas seemed to be mesmerised by the metal, running his hands up and down James’ arm multiple times.

“Sorry,” you whisper to James and motion to Lucas,

“No, it’s fine,” James smiles at you and it takes your breath away for a moment,

“His arm is so smooth,” Lucas pipes up, “Feel!” Lucas grabs your hand and puts it on James’ arm, making you run your fingers up and down it. Your cheeks flush red, and you avoid looking at James. You let yourself feel James’ arm for a little too long, so you quickly withdraw your hand.

“Did you fight any baddies today, Bucky?” Lucas asks James,

“Not today, buddy,” James chuckles.

“We better be getting back to the group, Lucas,” you say, but Lucas isn’t listening, he’s tracing the lines between metal pieces that made up James’ arm,

“I don’t mind,” James says, smiling down at Lucas, “It’s kind of nice to have someone so fascinated by this thing and not scared for once,”

James’ eyes lock with yours and you suddenly can’t speak. You’d never seen eyes so blue, and you were lost in them until Lucas pulls on your pencil skirt.

“Bucky’s really nice,” Lucas says to you. You feel like it was supposed to be a whisper, but James’ muffled laugh makes it obvious he heard it, “This means that I have two best friend’s now. You and Bucky!”

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to hang out all together,” you say to Lucas, not realising that it would sound strange to someone who wasn’t a teacher before it was too late,

“I’d like that,” James says, catching you off guard. Your eyes meet his again, and the corners of his lips turn up,

“When’s lunch?” Lucas asks suddenly, snapping you out of your trance of staring at James,

“Right now,” you smile down at Lucas, “Mrs. Robins in waiting for us,”

“Bye Bucky!” Lucas lunges forward and wraps his arms around James’ thighs, squeezing him tight,

“See ya, little man,” James chuckles and ruffles his hair. Lucas lets go, runs to the elevator and pushes the button,

“Thank you,” you smile at James, “Nice to meet you,”

“You too,” James almost whispers as you turn and walk over to Lucas. You grab Lucas’ hand, not wanting to lose him again as you both enter the elevator,

“Wait!” Lucas shouts before letting go of your hand and darting out of the elevator,

“Lucas,” you call after him, and have to hold out your hand to stop the doors from closing. You watch as Lucas runs over to James, who crouches down to talk to him at eye level.

You exit the elevator again, trying not to chew on your inner cheek. Mrs. Robins would be getting worried by now, and it’d be your ass on the line if she was angry it took to long to return.

James lets out a burst of laughter, making your stomach flip, and his eyes shift to meet yours, “Okay, okay, I’ll ask,” James says to Lucas in a hushed voice.

James clears his throat and stands up, “Miss Y/L/N,”

“Y/N,” you correct him, already knowing that Lucas had been up to something,

“Y/N,” James says, “I was wondering if you’d like to go out some time? So that we can get to know each other better before we see Lucas again,”

You suppress a laugh, and glance down at Lucas who is trying very hard to look anywhere but at you. This was very obviously Lucas’ idea,

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you dismiss, “I’m sure we can get to know each other when Lucas is around,”

James looks at your sincerely, “Oh no, I would actually love to take you out some time,”

Your stomach knots as James smiles at you, no hint of anything but truthfulness in his face,

“Sure, I’d like that,” you say, not able to keep the smile off your face.

Lucas pulls on James’ metal arm, drawing his attention, and hands James his notebook and pencil. James scribbles on it and hands it back. Lucas promptly rips out the page and hands it back to James.

James has to stifle a laugh as he hands you the note. You suppress your own giggle and give James a smile before Lucas grabs your hand and drags you away.

Once inside the elevator, you glance at the note. It had ‘Bucky’ and a phone number written in very neat cursive writing. You can’t keep the smile off your face as you stare at the note.

“What’s for lunch?” Lucas asks casually.

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Lucid Dreams- Bucky Barnes x Autistic!Enchanced!Reader (Part 02)

Part 01

Bucky sat on the stairs of his apartment building waiting for Sam. He had spent the whole night formulating an apology to his friend. It was more difficult than expected, especially since his brain kept going back to the memory of the dream he had.

Floating free through space, able to manipulate the heavens, being free from his nightmares and struggles. And that girl he saw. She was so beautiful. His heart fluttered like a lovesick schoolboy, he hadn’t felt like this in years. It felt nice. He wondered if he would see her again tonight?

“Thought you wanted to be left alone?” Sam spoke up, snapping Bucky from his thoughts.. He took a breath, Sam did try his patience but he was the only friend he had left. “Sam listen, I know what I said and, I’m sorry. I hadn’t had any sleep in weeks and I was frustrated. I know you wanted to help and in all honesty, you're more helpful than that fucking therapist.” Bucky expected Sam to say it wasn’t enough and walk off. But instead the new Cap patted his shoulder and smiled, “S’alright man, I know it can be tough. Had the same problems myself.” Bucky smiled, relieved he didn’t screw up. “Hey I’m supposed to meet Torres at a diner a couple blocks from here, wanna come?” Sam asked. Bucky nodded, “Yeah, sure.” The two walked and talked the whole way, when they passed a small coffee shop Bucky didn’t notice the pair of (y/e/c) staring at him through the window.

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“He looks so much happier now.” She said quietly. The music playing through her earbuds shut out the overwhelming noise of people and espresso makers.”(Y/n)! Get those coffee beans roasted!” Her boss yelled. Thank god for the earbuds. “Don’t worry sir, I already roasted them. I’m just refilling the jars.” Her boss looked at her in surprise, “Oh. Well, good.” He left, leaving her to revel in her work. (Y/n) did most of the hard work at the little coffee shop called, “Zen Brew.” She mostly cleaned, refilled, and roasted. Sometimes she’d have to man the counter when her space-brained coworker came up with some lame excuse not to come into work. She liked the repetitiveness of her job. Course the noise was the only problem, if it hadn’t been for her earbuds or the wax earplugs she kept in her pocket she probably wouldn’t have been able to get the job. But she’d never tell anyone that, no they wouldn’t understand. Most people didn’t understand her love for simplicity. It was their loss.

She saw Bucky everyday, he’d walk past the coffee shop everyday at 10:38 in the morning. Like clockwork. But he always looked so sad, like a lost puppy. She could always tell when someone suffered from nightmares, it was a part of her….gift. And Bucky was suffering more than she’d ever seen. She wanted to help him. (Y/n) purposely bumped into him the other day so that she could leave her essence on him and bring him into the dream realm. And his dream was magnificent, she had seen the dreams of many people before. But Bucky’s was boundless. It was what she loved about her gift, to see the true potential and inner most desires of those she helped. It was rare for (Y/n) to help someone more than once and yet she wanted to with Bucky. Tonight she’d see him again.

“Wait wait! Let me see if I got this. Some chick on the street touches you once and you have this wild crazy ass dream and she’s there IN the dream?” Sam asked. Bucky had told him everything about that night. With all that they’ve faced in the past this wasn’t the strangest or weirdest for that matter. However Bucky did want an outsiders opinion. “No offense Buck, that's pretty freaky.” Sam stated. Indeed it was, Bucky wondered if she was enhanced like Wanda. If only she was here. “I know but it was like she was in control, like a Goddess or something.” Maybe Thor would have an idea. “Think she might be a threat?” Sam asked but Bucky shook his head at the idea. “No, I don't think so. It was like she gave me that dream, like she wanted to help?” Bucky’s heartbeast increased as he remembered her sweet smile, the glow of emotion in her bright eyes, her soft angelic voice. Sam noticed his far off look and smirked, “Got a thing for her lover boy?” Torres snorted a laugh as did Sam. Bucky rolled his eyes at their immaturity. What he didn’t tell them was that he was hoping to see her again that night.

And he couldn’t wait.

That night, for the first time in a long time he was excited to sleep. He hoped to be swept back into that endless horizon, free floating amongst the stars and heavens. And to see her again. He laid down and waited for sleep to embrace him. But it couldn’t happen soon enough, he was too excited like a kid laying awake for Christmas morning.

Then, he suddenly felt something warm against his chest. Bucky looked down and saw that same handprint from before, glowing a heavenly deep blue. His eyes felt heavy, tired. Like something had flipped a switch in his brain. It was strange, he felt as if something or someone was holding him. Warm and safe, she was calling him. And he didn’t want to keep her waiting.

Opening his eyes he saw stars. He was weightless. He was back. Bucky looked around to find her again. He heard no music. With his thoughts he moved through the darkness keeping an eye out for her. He didn’t have to look for too long.

A cute sounding laugh reached his ears. He looked and saw her staring at him with a smile. He felt all giddy inside as he moved towards her.

“You!”

“Me.”

He slowed to stop in front of her. “I was hoping to see you again.” He said. She tilted her head, “Really?” Those eyes, god those eyes. The softness, the emotion behind them made him forget how to speak. “I-I wanted t-to thank you for the other night. For bringing me here.” But then she let out the most adorable giggle he ever heard. “Bucky, you made this all yourself. All I did was connect you to the dream realm.”

“Dream realm?” Sounded like something out of a fairytale or a wild fantasy movie.

“Yes, it is a realm not bound by time and space. A realm where the fabric of reality twists and bends. You are having what’s known as a lucid dream. You know you’re dreaming and you have full control.”

He was shocked. This was all his doing? He made this? “I created this?” He asked. She nodded, “That’s right. In the Dream Realm you can create anything, do anything. Go wherever or whenever you want. Give it a try, just think of a place you want to go and the Dream Realm will reform to be whatever you wish.” When she finished speaking Bucky only stared blankly at her. She thought she went too far, “Sorry I didn’t mean to ramble like that.” She wrung her hands together out of habit when she was nervous. She usually kept a lid on her rambling but when she was happy, she couldn’t help it.

Bucky however, only smiled. Seeing her eyes light up like that and that cute blush on her cheeks. His heart was one step away from flying off. “Sounds like you know this place like the back of your hand. Like a Goddess of Dreams.” Her blush deepend with a nervous smile. “I'm n-no goddess.” She stuttered. “Could’ve fooled me.” Bucky charmed. She gave him a sweet soft smile.

“I-I’m (Y/n)”

(Y/n). Such a beautiful name, Bucky thought. “James. But everyone calls me Bucky.” They stared at each other for a moment before he thought to try what she recommended, “So all I have to do is think where I want to be and it’ll happen?”

“Do you have anywhere special in mind?”

He did. A place he wanted to see again someday. He closed his eyes and thought deeply. A faint breeze blew across his face and he felt himself slowly lowered to the ground onto warm grass. When he opened his eyes, Bucky was greeted by the peaceful sight of a Wakandan sunset. A sight he hadn’t seen since his recovery from HYDRA’s brainwashing. The African landscape was as beautiful as he remembered it. And yet with (Y/n) next to him, it didn’t hold a candle to her.

“Absolutely beautiful.” She whispered as she looked over the horizon to the low sun.

They both stood and watched the landscape for who knows how long until she broke the silence. “Bucky, it’s time.” She could feel the morning approach. Bucky wanted more time with her so he jumped into the deep end. “Can I see you again tomorrow night?” He was afraid she’d say no. Instead she smiled, “You may.” She reached out and cupped his cheek. His eyes closed at the contact. She kissed his forehead and once again whispered,

“Time to wake up.”

He felt that warm and bright light envelope him again, sending him back to the real world.

The morning rays greeted him. He lay in that nest of blankets smiling with joy that he’d see her again.

Bucky Barnes was in love.

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