Find Me / Save Me (Bucky x Reader)

Thirty-Six

Bucky's POV

Damn I feel like shit. I placed my hand to my head as I slowly rose from my spot. Where the hell am I? Last thing I remember we were fighting Ultron. Looking around to get my bearings I spot (Y/N), sitting on a chair near me, as if waiting for me.

"Ugh doll what happened? Where are we?" She gives me a small smile, but doesn't speak. I see Steve and Natasha come up behind her. Natasha places her hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders as if comforting her.

Steve speaks up instead, "Were in a safe house, well Clint's families house. We needed to lay low for a while after everything happened."

"What happened? Last thing I remember is fighting. Then I'm drawing a blank." I stretch out, trying to relieve my constricted muscles. "God I feel like I've been struck by lightning..."

"Well... I kind of had to shock the shit outta you. Sorry - not sorry." Clint says as he walks into the room with a glass of water. He hands me the glass and then walks up to (Y/N) patting her shoulder before and standing next to Natasha. They almost look as if they're protecting her.

"I'm so confused. Why the hell did Clint need to shock me?" I looked at Steve, who seemed to be the only one really talking at the moment. He took a seat next to me on the couch, his expression mixed.

"Wanda Maximoff messed with all our minds. She got us all pretty good..." Steve started.

"Almost everyone..." Clint said a small smirk on his face.

I glanced at (Y/N), worried that this woman could have hurt my doll again. "Did she hurt you?" I got up from my chair quickly, wanting to hold her, make sure she was okay. But stopped short, confused when Natasha and Clint quickly moved in front of her protectively.

I stood there confused, trying to understand their action. Then it hit me like a freight train, the image clear in my mind. My hands wrapped around my doll's neck, watching the life fade from her eyes. I shook my head, trying to shake the nightmare from my head. "No..."

Steve was at my side, holding my shoulder, trying to calm me down. But I shook him off. I looked back up and saw Natasha and Clint, they're eyes worried, and bodies ready to respond if need be.

I felt my body shaking, with anger and rage. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes. "No. No. It's not real... It was a dream right?"

I look at Steve for reassurance, but find sorrow in his eyes. It confirmed my fears. It was no dream. Turning back to where Natasha and Clint stood protectively I saw (Y/N) slowly get up, parting her friends quietly as she slowly approached me.

"Doll, angel... please. Tell me it was a dream..." My voice was breaking. I was breaking.

She didn't speak as she slowly made her way to me. Her silence scared me, my heart beat ringing loudly in my ears. Standing in front of me, she slowly lifted her hand and placed in gently on my face. I returned the action, slowly bringing my hand to her face examining her up close.

She looked tired, worn out. Eyes puffy from crying. I noticed she was wearing a turtleneck sweater and my hand instantly went to it, I needed to see. I needed to prove myself it wasn't real. That it was a dream. From the corner of my eye I could see Clint tense at my action, but he didn't move. My gut twisted, fearing what I was trying so hard to deny.

But as I pulled down the light fabric of the turtleneck I was greeted by raw, bruised skin. Already bruising turning purple. I quickly let go of the fabric, as if it burned me to the touch. I dared myself to look up, to look into her eyes. I could see tears beginning to well up in her eyes.