You woke up when it was still dark in your bedroom. You sat up in the bed, pulling your knees up, closing your eyes again when your head throbbed with every movement. It wasn’t as bad as when you’d fallen asleep, but it was still painful. You slowly crawled out of bed, holding a hand to your temple as you made your way to the kitchen, for a glass of water and some kind of medicine to try and alleviate the pain in your head.
You wrinkled your nose when you saw the door to your balcony cracked slightly, the acrid smell of tobacco slipping through the crack. You walked over, blinking when you saw him leaning on the railing, a lit cigarette between his fingers.
“Bucky?”
He glanced over his shoulder, giving you a small smile.
“Hey. How you feeling?”
You shook your head, closing your eyes and wincing at the pain that movement caused. Bucky motioned to you when you opened your eyes again.
“I got some medicine for you. I didn’t know what you had or where to find it, so I went to the store and bought some.” “And some smokes?”
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