The Snowflake: The Final Part

Chapter Four

My limp body was held down by by the straps of the stretcher they laid me on. I had no idea what was happening. All I saw was darkness. The ride in the back of the ambulance was very bumpy for the others. My head flopped side to side as we rushed to our destination. When we arrived, I was sent to the O.R. instantly. I woke up a few hours later, dizzy. I didn't know where I was. I felt a sense of fear rush over me. I didn't know if Bucky was ok. I didn't know if he knew where I was. The room I was in was silent. I still felt light headed though. I felt like like I didn't have the energy to lift my head. I used all my strength to lift my head, looking around. My head bobbed around slowly then plopped backwards onto my pillow.

The door eventually opened. I couldn't lift my head so my eyes gazed over. I watched Sam and Steve walk in. "How do you feel?" Sam asked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. I smile a little, closing my eyes, a small chuckle coming out. "Could be better." I replied. "Well, it's better than being horrible." Steve smiled reassuringly. "Well true." I said. "Other than everything else that's happened today. You've been through a lot." Steve added. "You know, I was actually injected with a serum when I was captured. That's why I don't die I guess." I giggled, looking at Steve. "Don't get too excited. Stark and I are about to have a fight, but I need you to choose which side you want to be on." He said.

"Well what're you two bitch slapping each other about?" I asked. "Well, after all the damage we've done, he wants the avengers to fight under supervision. I am the complete opposite." Steve answered. "Mm.. I'm Switzerland." I stated. "Meaning?" Sam asked. "I'm neutral. I do think that the avengers destroy everything but I don't think we should be working under supervision. In other words, I'll think about it." I retorted. The door opened again, a male nurse walking in. "Hi, Y/N. I'm Dr. Pritchett." He smiled. "So according to your paperwork, your surgery was.. actually only half successful." He said.

"What what?" I instantly sat up, tearing up. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, you've had a lot of trauma in your lower right leg. Your leg won't heal very well from what seems to be all of your bullet wounds. The ones you had received in your back was manageable but during operation, the surgeon noticed the scars on your leg. We did a few x-rays and noticed that your leg never healed properly." Pritchett stated formally. Steve stared at me. "So that's why you always said you needed a break every two hours during training with me or Nat." He said.

"Well, yeah. I have had pain in my leg for a while now. Never told anyone because I didn't want to worry you. Not even Bucky knows. It's going to stay like that. He's been through enough and is already worrying about me." I replied to Steve firmly. "Well, this is what I was going to leave this up to you. For how much trauma you've gone through, you can either keep going through surgeries or get it over with and have an amputation. It would be just below your knee." He said. I went speechless. My face felt hot. My eyes stung from the hot tears I kept held back. "I want Bucky." I finally said, my voice quiet. "Um, he's not able to co-" Sam had begun. "I said, I want Bucky!" I exclaimed. The hot tears finally started running down my cheeks.

"Alright. Alright." Steve said. The two left the room, Dr. Pritchett following them. I sat in the room alone. I stared at my leg. Many thoughts ran through my head. So many that I couldn't focus on just one. My hands fidgeted in my lap, my thumbs twiddled with each other. My thoughts flooded my mind for the couple hours I was alone. The door opened once again. Bucky walked in, I looked up at them and wipes my tear stained cheeks. "Snowflake.." Bucky said. He was with other people but I didn't focus to see who they are. They took the cuffs off his wrists and he rushed to me instantly, hugging me. "Steve told me on the way here.." he whispered. I broke down, bawling my eyes out, holding Bucky close. "I'm scared. I don't want to go through it." My voice broke.

"Hey, Y/N," Bucky began, his voice gentle. He placed a soft kiss on my head. He held me close, rubbing my back. "I know this is something you probably don't want to hear but it'll be okay." He whispered. I felt his right arm rub my arm, holding me close, gently squeezing my body into his as he placed a long kiss on my forehead. I looked up at him, my bottom lip quivering. "I'm sorry I never told you. I really am." I whispered, my voice slowly getting quieter as I fight more tears. Bucky stayed quiet, kissing my softly till the people who brought him in, came back in the room. "Times up. You're done and going back to your little cell." They ordered.

"What?" I asked, the tone of confusion in my voice. "It's nothing, snowflake." Bucky smiled a little. I knew he was lying though. He hasn't been able to lie to me without giving me a sad look in his eyes. "Alright." I whisper again, not wanting to continue any kind of conversation. I wanted to fight to protect Bucky bud I knew if I did, I'd be putting myself in more risk of death. Hell, I was surprise I'm not dead now for how many times I've taken a bullet to my skin. I watched them take Bucky away and I leaned back in my bed, thinking of all the things I've done, regretting them now.

Like the time on the bridge, SHIELD trying to stop us and I fell off the back of Steve's bike so he could do his thing to make the jet go down. But it was more than just that, that I regret. I looked to my right, a large window with the of the city. I focused on the tiny cars driving down the roads till I got bored. I lifted my thumb and index finger to my eye, closing the other eye and pretended to squish the cars till I got bored of doing that. I looked around to find a clock, seeing a clock on the wall to my left. All my thoughts made me forget about the tears on my cheeks or my runny nose from crying. I still let out a few sniffles here and there.

5:33 pm

I sighed and reached for the tv remote to grab it, pressing the power button. I stated at the tv as it turned on and started flipping through the channels. There was nothing interesting to watch so I picked a random channel and watched it. As time passed, my eyelids grew heavy. After minutes of fighting them to stay away, I finally fell asleep. I shifted a little to get comfy then went into a deep sleep. Steve walked in with some food till he saw that I was asleep. He smiled a little and came to me, putting the food down and gently tucked me into bed.

Steve carefully moved the hair out of my face then grabbed the remote to turn off the tv then sat down. He started talking at a whisper, knowing he wouldn't get a response from me being dead asleep. "I'm going to stay here tonight.. to know that you're okay.." Steve said. His blue eyes focused on me as I let out quiet snores, shifting a little again to snuggle up under the blanket. Steve leaned back in the chair and slowly dozed off. The entire place was dead silent, a few people talking in the halls every now and then. The place was going to stay this quiet till the following morning.