|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

Injured. WAR AU

The fight was turning horrible. There was a rain of gunfire, screams drowned out by the sound of explosions. I could feel my heart racing as I sprint, pumping my arms and legs, urging me to run faster. I freeze when I hear punches being thrown and turn around, finding Sam on top of a soldier and beating the living daylights out of him. In his eyes, a wild glint. His eyes were clouded with rage as he pummeled into the most likely dead soldier. Blood was trickling down the side of his head but Sam didn't seem to care. I look around, ducking when an explosion goes off behind me.

I look up, the dirt falling over my face as I see Sam fall off the soldier limp.

I could hear the blood pumping in my ears. I could feel the adrenaline giving me a new found energy, forcing me to stagger to my feet and sprint over to Sam, screaming out his name when I see a grenade roll near him.

The mud was wet and slowed down my movements, I didn't falter though, if anything, I pushed harder, diving over to Sam and covering him right when the grenade goes off.

Both him and I go flying from the force, my head smashing against a tank, all I can see before I fall into never ending darkness is Sam rushing towards me.

His lips were moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying, the pain I could feel was excruciating, closing my eyes I wince before darkness swallows me whole.

Sam's pov

I watch helplessly as Bucky's eyes close, and I scream out his name.

As soon as I get there, my weight seems heavier because in a blink of an eye I'm on the floor, the wet mud collapsing under my weight. I take in the damage and I kind of wish I didn't.

Half of his face was burnt, his arm was completely blown off and he was starting to look, I snap my head to Steve who was making his way over, his eyes full of fear as he stares at this friend.

I gently lift him up, limping my way back to base. Fuck sakes. Why did he have to fucking save me?

I almost about tripped when another explosion happened just a few metres away and I remember that we're in the battlefield. Not at home playing in the field, pretending to be soldiers.

Fuck, this is nothing like Call Of Duty.

"Why the fuck did you do that, Barnes?" I murmur silently, not wanting Steve to hear. I sigh shakily, my broken ankle screaming in protest. No doubt I looked like shit, but Bucky took the brunt of it, so I think I just have fractured ribs and a broken ankle.

My world starts to spin slightly.

Shit. Add major concussion on the list of injuries. "You right to carry him, Wilson?"

I send Steve a look, "no, but I got him. It's my fault anyways." Steve sends him a sympathetic look.

"It wasn't-"

"He jumped on top of me to make sure I didn't get as injured. Now look, he's possibly dying!" I explain, shifting his weight so I can shoot a creeping enemy.

Why the fuck were our allies not here yet?!

"Someone help!" I scream giving Barnes off before collapsing on the floor with a pained cry escaping. I breath sharply, shooing the nurses that tried to get me to the beds away.

"Sam, you are in no state to be fighting-"

Before I could protest though, Steve cuts me off with a stern frown. "That is an order, lieutenant." I growl in frustration, tears welling in my eyes. I can't go against a Captain's order. 

Turns out I was worse than I thought. I had two broken ribs, broken ankle (which I already knew off) that simple head concussion wasn't a normal concussion, it was a "Basilar skull fracture" where basically there's a break in the bone at the base of my skull. Have to stay in for close observation to make sure I don't die. Oh and the fact that I live a bullet lodged in my midriff.

My eyes flick over to Sergeant Bucky Barnes, who was still unconscious but his head was wrapped gauze. I close my eyes, ignoring the clear demand for me to not fall asleep. If I don't wake up then well, tough tits.

At least then I don't have to put up with the guilt of getting Barnes hurt. However, a rough slap jerks me awake and I wince at the headache that was pounding against my broken skull.

"Who the fuck woke me up-"

"Me." My eyes snap over to my right to find Bucky awake. "I'm-"

"Don't start with that bullshit, Wilson." I clench my jaw, despite it pains me to do so. "Why the fuck did you do that?" I ask, not missing the way he bites his lip in thought.

"No man left behind?"

I knew there was something else behind the reason but I'm too tired to find out. 

"Just let me sleep god damn it." I complain, frowning when he laughs. What is so funny?

"Nothing. I don't think you're allowed to sleep anyways."

I scoff. "Watch me."

I close my eyes, biting back a smile when I hear his laugh again. It was infectious.

"No shit I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and in the end you go hurt-"

"So did you, Sam." He defends, "oh for fucks sake! Just take the godamn apology!"

"No! Because I would've done it for you any day." He argues and I stay quiet, letting the words sink in. He cares for me?

I finally open my eyes to find him already staring at me, his eyes held an emotion I couldn't place. "You would?" I ask softly, watching his eyes for an answer and definitely not because they're so fucking pretty.

He nods his head, his eyes sincere. If I didn't know better, I think I would've seen love and affection.

I sigh, wanting this war to be finished. I'm growing tired of killing. I'm getting tired in general and want to sleep in a never ending slumber, but then Bucky would be lonely and I don't want to be the reason why he feels sad. Struggles of caring I suppose.

I can feel my eyes drooping but Bucky's voice was keeping me grounded. For which I am grateful for, because I feel like I could float away any second and I don't think I'm ready to float away just yet.

I can hear Bucky ask a nurse and they obviously said yes because before I know it, his hands entwine with mine and he says that I can sleep.

Hesitantly, I allow sleep to throw its blanket over and fall asleep, feeling Bucky's thumb rubbing the back of my hand.

I don't care if it looks like we're gay, if they kick me out then J suppose it would be good.

"You can sleep now."