#mm.drabble.buckynat

[missmonsters2]

wait okay this is the real last one, i swear. buckynat x reader, haunting of hill house-esque vibe where they notice reader is slowly going insane and they realize it's the ghosts in the home who are at fault

buckynat x reader is what I want if I'm being real honest.

Pairing: buckynat x fem!reader (The Haunting of Hill House AU)

Warnings: spoopy a lil 🥺

Count: < 1k

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Natasha stirred, hearing quiet footsteps pitter-pattering about. She opened her eyes and found herself in Bucky's arms, the metal one over her waist.

But something was missing.

You weren't in her arms.

"Bucky," Natasha whispered after she turned in his embrace. She shook him a little as he snored. "Bucky."

"Huh," Bucky grunted softly as his eyes fluttered open. "What's wrong?"

"It's happening again," Natasha whispered again as if afraid something—someone would hear her.

"Shit," Bucky sat up, adjusting his shirt that had ridden up as he slept. "Where is she?"

"I don't know...in the halls maybe?" Natasha muttered as she got out of bed, Bucky following her.

"Well, she can't wander around too much. Most of the house is under construction and I've blocked it off," Bucky tried to reassure the redhead, but it was rather hard when he felt worried as well.

This was supposed to be nothing more than a quick summer project. They've flipped tons of houses before without any issues.

But there was something wrong with this place. Other than the obvious structural issues...it was like the house breathed at night.

The housekeepers had said there had been...deaths in the house before. Nothing crazy, just people passing away in their sleep. Even so, they had refused to be in the house after sunset as part of their contract.

Incidences left and right. It started with you saying that you thought you heard things. Natasha slept most nights fitfully.

And Bucky? It felt like his skin was crawling all the time.

They both carefully crept towards the door, opening it just a sliver to peer out.

There was nothing in the hallway, just the creaking of the walls.

Until you rounded the corner.

Your footsteps were light, graceful even.

It was unlike you.

You muttered to yourself. "They're leaving me. They're leaving me. No, no, no."

You shook your head, turning to the side, peering at something Bucky and Natasha had no idea of what.

"Stop lying. They wouldn't. They're not. They're not..."

It was silent for a moment before you put your hands to your ears.

"I didn't want to be in the middle. I get too hot. Bucky...Bucky doesn't care who's in the middle. No, they weren't. They were running errands today..."

Natasha's heart thudded in her chest. Who the hell were you talking to?

Bucky clenched his jaw, his grip on Natasha's hips tightening as he stared at you.

God, you looked so...so tired.

"We need to leave this place, Bucky."

"And go where, Nat?" Bucky whispered back. "All our money is tied up in this place. If we don't flip it, we're going to be in a hole."

"But there's obviously something wrong, Buck," Natasha insisted quietly, keeping her eyes on you. "Look at her. I don't want to say it but there's something in this house."

"I know that," Bucky sighed, reluctant as well to admit it. "But what should we do?"

"I don't know. We should only fix up the place during the day and like the housekeepers, leave this place at night. Tony owns a bunch of hotel chains, doesn't he? We'll just ask where the closest one is that he owns and if he could give us a room until the renovations are over and we've sold the place. We'll just give him what we owe once the house sells," Natasha sighed. She really hated asking people to help her like this, but if it was for your sake, she'd do anything.

"Okay," Bucky swallowed, hating even more, to have to ask for Tony's help. But just like Natasha, he'd do anything for you.

"What should we do now?" Bucky asked.

Natasha pursed her lips. "I don't know. Interrupting her makes her twitchy. But we should see if we could coax her back to bed."

Suddenly, you whipped your head in their direction, catching their eyes.