Bucky x Y/N - Life In Hydra

Chapter 11

I sat on the edge of the hospital bed, as Bucky helped me get my shoes on. He'd already helped with my shirt and jeans. I felt stupid, like a child.

"I can't believe you're dressing me," I laughed to myself, "I'm supposed to be an adult."

"It's what I'm here for," Bucky stands and took my face in his hands.

"What, to get me dressed? Thanks mom, I can do that myself... normally."

Bucky lent down and kissed me, "Come on, I pulled the car round front."

In the car ride home, I found myself staring out the window, watching everything we past. The different colour and type cars, the trees, the bunnies along the side of the road.

And when we got home, Bucky was his overprotective self – times a million.

"Okay, let's go get you into bed," He wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Sorry? I am not going on bed rest!" I replied, stopping.

"You need to rest, Y/N," Bucky turned to face me.

"That's not how I plan to do it. I want a bath, I smell..." I replied, pulling a disgusted face, making Bucky laugh.

"Do I have to help you with that, too?" Bucky smiled.

"No! I am perfectly capable," I smiled back, before walking away.

In the bathroom, I plugged in the plug and turned the hot water on, my back arched over the bath. As I went to stand up, my hand slipped on the bath and I fell, banging my shoulder.

Luckily, Bucky had followed me and rushed in to see me on the floor. I began to cry, right there in his arms.

"Baby?" He looked to me, worried.

"My arm..." I cried ; it hurt more than I imagined it would.

I wasn't the type to cry – pain was something I had grown familiar to. Like a face in the supermarket. It came and went so often, that anytime it did, I just thought of it as part of a routine.

"Well you're not exactly meant to move it, or bang it on the wall. I'll go get your pills, stay here," Bucky kissed my head and walked out.

"Where am I meant to go?!" I exclaimed, but he had already gone.

I knew all he was doing for me was helping, but I still had a feeling of annoyance at his ridiculous humour.

He returned just as fast as he left, with a bottle of water and two tablets. I took them immediately, and cuddled into his chest. He pulled me back and wiped my tears away.

"We'll have no more of that," he smiled, "Let me help you."

"I don't need help," I said quietly.

"Yes you do. And it's okay," Bucky got to his feet and hauled me up. He adjusted my sling into the right position and turned the hot water off, to start running the cold.

"I love you," I said, resting against the sink.

"Good job I love you back, huh?" he kissed my forehead, "Okay, shirt or jeans first?"

"Jeans," I nodded.