Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

The Last Phone Call

Summary: you're on a solo mission. Shortly before you're set to leave, you're shot. Knowing you're not going to make it home, you call Bucky.

Warnings: language, a tidal wave of emotions

Length: 1.4k

It was simple. You were only sent out to investigate. There wasn't supposed to be anyone around. The building was supposed to be abandoned. 

You were supposed to leave tomorrow. You were supposed to go home. After a long three weeks, you were going home. Home to Bucky.

That's what was supposed to happen. 

Of course, nothing went according to plan. That was just your luck. Nothing ever went as it was supposed to.

The building was abandoned. Supposed to be, at least. You didn't know it wasn't until there was a gunshot. A single gunshot. 

The bullet lodged itself into your abdomen. Your hands flew to the wound. You dropped to your knees. Blood soaked the front of your uniform, covering your hands. 

There was too much, and not enough time or resources to stop it. 

Tears trickled down your cheeks. Was this how it ended? Were you supposed to die out here, alone? 

A sob fell from your mouth. You were so close to going home. So close. Now you weren't going to make it home at all.

You pulled your phone from your pocket. If you were going to die, you at least wanted to tell Bucky that everything would be alright. 

The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. 

"Hey." 

"H-hey." You breathed. 

"Is everything alright? You sound upset." Bucky said worriedly.

"Just a little shaken up." You whispered. "Rough day, you know?"

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"Not really." You winced from the pain, getting lightheaded. "I'm just tired."

"Then why'd you call? Get some rest."

"I wanted to fall asleep on the phone with you."

He chuckled. "Can't you just go to sleep?"

"No. I miss you, James." 

"I miss you too, doll. You come home tomorrow, don't you? You couldn't have waited another day to talk to me?" He teased.

"No." You whispered. "I miss you too much for that."

"You're tired, go to bed."

"I love you." You breathed.

"I love you too. Now please, get some rest. You're exhausted, I can tell. You'll see me tomorrow."

No, I won't.

"Can you promise me something?"

"Of course."

"You'll always love me, right?"

"Of course I will. You don't need to worry. You're the only person that has my heart."

You smiled tiredly. "Okay. I'm tired, James."

"Get some sleep. You'll see me tomorrow."

You let your phone slip from your hand as you rested your head on your arm. A tear trickled down your cheek.