Why Me? || Bucky Barnes

Chapter 8 - Metal Arm.

I didn't know where I was. I was laying on a mattress. There was a noise.  It was beeping.  It could be a bomb. But I didn't care. I didn't have enough energy to check.

I felt off. Something wasn't right. I wasn't right.

Once I was fully awake I raced to sit up. Bucky was sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. I guess I woke him because before I knew it he was sitting on the bed.

"You're safe now.  No one will hurt you again."

His attention was turned away from my face and went to my shoulder. He looked back at me with an again unpleasant and sorry full look.

I began to panic so I quickly turned my head to see what he was looking at. And there it was. The thing that didn't feel right. They thing that didn't make me feel right.

A metal arm.

I looked at Bucky with tears in my eyes.

"I'm so sorry Doll. I didn't mean for this to happen. I tried everything, they tried everything."

I looked down into my lap as I didn't want Bucky to see my vulnerable side. He slowly lifted my chin with his flesh hand so that he could see my face.

My tears turned into screams as I desperately tried to scratch the arm off like an animal. In hopes that it would come off. In hopes that once it was off my arm would be there, and this was some sick joke.

"No, no, no, no. I don't want it. I don't want it. I would rather be dead than have to walk around with this thing on for the rest of my life."

I continued to scratch the arm off. Bucky quickly grabbed my hands to stop me from doing more damage than I already have. I could tell he was hurt. Tears started to form on the edge of his eyes.

"Hey you listen to me. You are the strongest person I know. I would much rather you have a metal arm than be dead."

I placed my head on his chest.

"We are safe now. Lets get you to your room so you can get some rest, then I'll show you around and introduce you to everyone.