kill for you - b.b

27.

Bucky had decided, along with Nellie, that today was the day — well, the evening. Her father was working a late shift, which usually meant he'd get home at 9. So when Nellie finished her final shift and took the gifts her friends and co-workers had given her to her car, she planned to meet Bucky at her home.

She lugged the flowers, treats, and gifts into her home, Bucky sitting casually on her couch. She smiled nervously at him, placing the gifts onto the table and joining him. Bucky barely spoke above a whisper, "and now we wait."

"What did you bring?" She questioned. She was surprised when he actually showed her the pistol in his pocket, and the various knives in his blazer pocket.

"Boys are surrounding your house, so we're safe." Bucky added, holding her hand tightly. They sat and waited until she could hear her dad pull up. Her heart rate increased when the wheels had come to a stop. This was it.

Her dad stroller in, throwing his stuff to the side of the door, lazily. He noticed two figures on the couch, frowning in confusion. He approached the two, seeing Nellie and a man. He hadn't known his face before.

"Hey, Noelia. Who's this?" He asked, his hand slowly placing onto his gun. Bucky stood up, holding his hand out. As soon as his face had come into view, he pulled his gun out. James Barnes. A face he was sick of seeing; whether it be on the news or in the investigation room. He wondered what Nellie could be doing with him.

"Nellie, get over here!" He yelled, reaching out for her arm. His gun was secured in his hand, aiming it at Bucky. But Nellie wouldn't move. She couldn't. Bucky had his hands bare, knowing he'd win this fight.

"Woah, calm down, old man." He spoke patronisingly, raising his hands up to show his empty and weaponless hands. "No need for the hostility." Her father couldn't believe his ears, they must've been tricking him. There's no way his baby daughter was dating him. The man he'd wanted to put away for so long.

"Noelia, you're with this guy?" He fretted, watching his daughter's deadpan face. "Do you know who he is? What he does?" Nellie slowly nodded, sure of what she was doing. All that ran through his mind was a family with Bucky, an uninterrupted life.

"I'm here to meet the parents," Bucky replied, sarcastically, getting a kick out of knowing exactly how he made him feel. Bucky frowned, making sure he really got in his head. "Oh wait, I think I've already met your mom. She was well acquainted with the family." Her father had heard enough.

He pulled his pistol up ahead of him, and shot. Clearly he was rusty, or hadn't seen where he was shooting; because instead of aiming for Bucky, he'd hit Nellie. Right at her shoulder. As she yelped and fell, shaking like a leaf, Bucky had seen red. A switch flipped in his mind, pulling his pistol out and leaving a few shells in her father's chest.

Bucky let go of the gun, immediately holding Nellie's shoulder tightly. He was panicking, his breathing pattern had fallen into an irregular pattern. He didn't want her ever getting hurt, and now she was. She was crying, shaking, and holding onto Bucky as if her life depending on it.

"We're gonna make it, doll. We're gonna be okay." He whispered to her, he wasn't sure of his answers, but needed to be strong for her. "Hold on for me, doll. Come on." He didn't care for anything but Nellie right now, leaving the tears to sink down his cheeks. The boys had heard the gunshots, running in to check them both.

He had to go. Steve had called an ambulance, and he couldn't risk showing his face to the police that followed. He placed his pistol in her hand and left with Steve, knowing and trusting Sam to pull through with her. "Doll, Sam is gonna take care of you. I promise, I love you, doll." Nellie nodded, watching as Sam spoke to Bucky to provide a reason as to why she'd been shot, and why her father was dead on the floor.

When the emergency services arrived, Sam was cradling Nellie. Really selling the story. They'd run in, analysing the wound and asking Sam what had happened. To which he responded, "he shot her, so she shot back. He's a mad man."

The EMT's had taken her to the ambulance, Sam promising he'd follow behind. When they'd left, Bucky had questioned Sam frantically, asking what had happened. The two, along with Steve, had headed to the hospital. Bucky had hidden his face with his glasses, keeping his head down.

It had been a while since they could even see her, as she'd been into surgery to remove the shell and stitch up the wound. Bucky waited, nonetheless, Steve and Sam going home to shower and sleep. He refused to leave her here alone, so he waited. She was ready to see the next morning, Bucky going in to see her resting peacefully on the hospital bed. He felt awful for her, seeing her like this. He hated himself for letting this happen.

"How you holding up, doll?" He asked, sitting beside her. She smiled turning her head slowly to see him. His tear-stained face was hard to look at, knowing he'd been crying for her whilst she was in surgery, it made her all the more emotional.

"Doin' okay, what's the plan?" She asked quietly, not knowing who was around to hear them converse. He shushed her, brushing his palm over head.

"When you're discharged, we leave. The villa is waiting for us, honey." She smiled, her body warming at the feel of his kiss on her lips. "Just rest for me, and I'll get us out of here. Maybe we can get married in Greece, too. A small wedding, just us and some friends."

"Is this your way of proposing, Bucky?" She questioned, giggling lightly as to not pain her shoulder.

"No, it'll be more special than this. But at least you know I plan on marrying you." He whispered back to her. "Get yourself well rested, and I will see you when you wake up." Bucky left the room, as the nurse requested him to. Seeing him leave, and his face turn to hers one last time, she realised. She realised just how far she was able to descent into craziness with him. She'd do anything for him, just as he would for her.