Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

In a small, dimly lit room, two figures were lying on the bed, one of them moving around in obvious discomfort.

It was a man in his early thirties, with brown hair down to his neck. On the bed was a woman who looked about his age, sleeping peacefully beside him, seemingly unaware that the man was experiencing a painful nightmare.

In an instant, his eyes suddenly opened, he stood up suddenly, took a deep breath, raised his right hand tremblingly, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He heard a soft moan from next to him and looked down at the woman lying in bed with him, who was not bothered by his sudden awakening.

A small smile played across his face, only to disappear as he turned to face the sliding doors that led to the apartment's small balcony.

Mumbling to himself, he carefully got out of bed and walked over to the sliding glass door, opening it and stepping out onto the balcony.

The man stared at where he was now, the city he had visited with the woman in bed.

This is a small country located in South Asia called Nepal.

“That old man better be right,” Bucky muttered.

As he said this, nightmares flashed before his eyes, causing him to shrink suddenly and close his eyes tightly.

As he leaned against the railing he began to retch, feeling a sickening feeling coming up from within.

The man was so distracted by the sudden "attack" that he didn't hear the soft footsteps coming from behind.

The man was almost in tears until he felt a hand placed on his back.

Instinctively, he raised his left arm and turned around in an instant, ready to attack whoever was sneaking up behind him.

There was a wild look in his eyes as his left hand curled into a fist, a slight hum emanating from that limb.

The person behind him didn't even react to the sudden movement, but raised his hand to the man's face.

In an instant, the man realized who was standing in front of him, and he immediately relaxed, letting his arms fall to his sides.

He stared down at the woman he had just laid in bed with, her eyes blue as sapphires as she approached him. Her hand rested on his cheek and he leaned against it, letting out a haggard sigh.

"Another nightmare?" she whispered.

"This time is different," he muttered. "Different mission, different goal."

Instead of responding, the woman stepped into his personal space and enveloped her, placing her hands on his bare chest and leaning into him. The man responded immediately by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close as he felt his heartbeat slowly calm down.

"It's okay," she said softly. "Like you said, we're in this together."

She felt his head move up and down in agreement.

She lifted her head to face him and gently pushed herself up, enticing him into a loving kiss, which he returned before she pulled away.

“Go back to bed, Bucky,” the woman said kindly. “I need my body pillow next to me.”

James Buchanan Bucky Barnes scoffed at this characterization of her.

“Is this all I have for you Celeste? Just a place to rest when you’re tired?

"Of course." Celeste Morn, Shadow of the Jedi Order, said with a sly smile. "After all, what else can a broad chest like yours be used for besides lying down to sleep. This is very comfortable.

“Lucky for you, you’re as light as a feather,” Bucky muttered quietly, resting his forehead against hers with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Go back to bed, honey." Celeste whispered, her hands now on his neck. "We're finally here."

Bucky grunted, not really wanting to go back to bed, but he couldn't deny his lover that easily, so he simply let her pull him back to bed.

He lay on his back, with Celeste almost entirely on top of him, her head just below his neck.

Bucky frowned slightly at the feeling of cold metal against his chest and glanced down at Celeste, catching the glow of the golden necklace wrapped around her neck.

He glared at it and felt his body tense slightly.

"Relax," she whispered to him. "The old man's magic keeps him out. The sooner we find this place, the sooner we can get him out and clear your head."

“Do you really think these…mystics can do this?” Bucky asked softly, running his hand through his long black hair.

Normally, she would wear what could be described as a series of bandages that formed a long ponytail to contain her hair. But whenever she was in bed with him, it would fall off and, to him, she became an other-worldly beauty.

She really has everything considered.

“This whole planet is… impossible,” Celeste said, looking up, their eyes locked in place. “I may not feel the Force as I normally do, but I do feel something incredible about this planet. I know being here will help both of us.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky asked, now frowning at his metal arm.

He felt Celeste's soft hands tilt his face in her direction.

"Yes," she said with absolute certainty, and leaned over to kiss him gently to ease his worries. She stepped back and patted his chest gently before lying on it.

"Now go to bed," she muttered jokingly.

Bucky smiled to himself and hugged her. “Okay.”