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Steve was a normal person when it came to PTSD. He had nightmares, flashbacks, and episodes. Being a war vet, he had a lot more traumatizing memories than anyone else. Sometimes, it was mix into the present, creating some type of nightmare where you were gone, and he was left with no one. Not even Bucky.

As always, he sat up in a rush, sweat beading down his chest as his dogtags dangled in the valley of his pecs. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, looking over to see the bed empty. This one felt real, and he wasn't sure if he actually woke up. This has already happened. She's dead
I couldn't save her.

Quickly, he shot out of the bed and raced down to your room, pushing the door open slowly to see your body under the blankets, your back rising and falling from the evened out breaths that indicated peaceful sleep. He sighed with relief, and walked over to you, kneeling down in front of you to place a kiss on your forehead. The slight touch made your eyebrows furrow and your body shifted as you tried to bring the blanket back up from it's fallen state. Steve smiled as he helped you, then crawled into the bed behind you, resting his arms over your waist as he snuggled into your back.

"Steve?" Your voice filled the room, it being soft and tired. After a moment of silence, you turned around, with your hand connected with his, and faced him, a tired smile on your lips as you moved closer to him. "Hey, what are you doing in here?" You asked, closing your eyes as you took in his warmth.

"You didn't come to bed with me, got worried," he answered and placed a kiss on the top of your head, feeling you smile against his skin.

His hot skin.

Taking in the observation, you put your hands on his chest and slowly raised them to his neck, feeling the burning skin and beads of sweat. "Another nightmare?" You pulled away and asked, while letting your hands rise to his cheeks to soothe the flushed skin. "Steve, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere," you assured, kissing his lips for the first time tonight.

With just those words, he broke down and buried his head in the crook of your neck, sobbing as you held him. "If felt so real."

"I know, but it wasn't. I'm right here," you cooed and rubbed his back, kissing wherever your lips could reach. "I'm safe here, with you, in my bed and in your arms. No one has me or will hurt me. Everyone is here, Steve."

After awhile, he started calming down, his sobs turning into sniffles and tight squeezes. You pulled away from where you were hugging him, and looked at him, wiping the remaining tears off his cheeks. "Why don't we have a lazy day tomorrow? How does that sound? We just spend the day doing nothing except being with each other," you suggested, keeping your tone calm as you spoke. "We could watch those movies you wanted me to see, and skip your diet to eat junk food and crazy desserts. Maybe go to that ice cream parlor in our pyjamas. Anything that avoids doing work sounds good."

Steve nodded into your collar bone and pulled you closer to his chest, keeping his arms tight around you. "As long as you're next to me," he mumbled against your neck, kissing wherever his lips were.

"Get some sleep, Stevie," you whispered and curled into him, letting him hold you so he had that assurance you were there. "I love you."

"I love you too," he mumbled tiredly and slowly drifted off, keeping his arms around you tight. You kissed his head before curling into him, resting your head under his chin so his breath hit your hair.

Steve woke up to weight on his arm, looking down to see you cuddled into him, your face snuggled into his chest. His arm was under your warm body, his other draped over your waist as he held you to him tightly. When he realized how tight he was holding you, he loosened up and shifted so his left arm was over your head, recieving blood flow through it again.