Surviving Bucky

The Rescue

Mya woke up later, curled up in a ball, her face felt so dry and was throbbing in pain. She reached up to wipe her mouth, only to come back with a bloody hand. She carefully sat up against the wall as she wrapped her arms around her legs and began to sob. 

What was she doing?

Staying with Bucky was going to get her hurt just the same.

If she stayed with him, they would hurt her to get to him. If she left him, then she would just be putting herself at risk instead of both of them. 

Either way, she was dead. Mya looked up as she attempted to see what was going on, there was gunfire and loud bangs coming from the other side of the metal door. Her vision was blurred so badly, all she could see was the lightbulb dimming in and out. Holding onto the wall for support, she scooted up the wall as she attempted to walk towards the metal door. Her whole body exploded with pain with each step she took. Hot tears were running down her face as she whimpered in pain. She grasped the handle to the door as she pulled, but it wouldn't budge, it was locked from the outside. Falling back against the metal door, she let her body slide to the floor as she began to sob uncontrollably. 

"I deserve this," she whispered to herself, as she placed her hands over her face. In an instant, she fell back as her body slammed against the floor, someone had yanked the door right off the hinges. All she could see were blurred shadows, couldn't see the face of her savior. But she already knew he it was.

"Mya?" Bucky said her name in the most pained voice she had ever heard.

"Bucky?" Mya began to cry, she had never been so happy to hear his voice again. Bucky reached underneath her body as he lifted her up to carry her out, Mya cried harder from the pain shooting through her body.

"It's okay baby, I promise it'll be okay."

Groaning in her sleep, Mya attempted to roll over so she could sit up, but Bruce was standing there watching over her.

"Mya, don't sit up too quickly, you are still recovering."

"Bruce? What am I doing here tied up to all these machines?" Bruce licked his lips as he pulled a chair over to sit down next to her bed.

"Bucky brought you back, and you were physically broken, 3 ribs, your eye socket, your cheekbone, your wrist, I don't know what those animals did to you. But they sure did a number on you."

"Is that why I can't see out of my right eye?"

"Yes, you will be able to see again, but I just don't want to run a risk of infection, that is why I had it bandaged up."

"Where is Bucky?" Bruce shook his head he pushed his hand through his hair.

"Tony has Bucky on lock down."

"WHY?!" Mya yelled as she stood up quickly on the bed, having pain shoot down her back.

"Please lay back down, I will tell you what happened. After Bucky found you this way, he brought you back to the compound and he stayed by your side the whole three days. But he found out that they captured Rumlow and they brought him back to take responsibility from his crimes he's committed. Bucky didn't like that, he tried to get through everyone to get to him and kill him for what he did to you."

Mya put a hand over her face as she started to cry silently.

"Is there anyway I can see him, Bruce?" Bruce shook his head no. 

"For now, I don't think so. But once they transfer Rumlow over the the U.N. they will release Bucky." Mya looked her lips as she nodded her head slowly. 

"Would you mind calling Nat down here so I can talk to her?" Bruce nodded his head as he left her room. Mya's brain was going 100 miles a minute as she tried to think about what the next move would be.  She heard a knock on the door, she looked over to see Nat standing there with a kind smile on her face.

"How ya feeling, killer?"

"Oh you know me, I just roll with the punches," Mya gave a very weak laugh because it hurt her diaphragm.

"That's not funny," Nat smiled as she sat right next to Mya, smoothing out her blankets.

"I heard about Bucky."

"I know, I'm sorry hon. If it had been up to me, I would of let him kill Rumlow."

"I need your help."

"You want to go see him?" Nat's eyebrow shot up in question.

"No.... I want you to help me leave before they let him out."

"No, but why?" Nat stood up from the bed as she began to pace the room.

"Because I don't want to be the reason he gets hurt or killed."

"I don't know if you realize this hon, but you're the one who got the shit beat out of you, not him."

"This time, but next time they'll use me again to get to him. I couldn't live with myself if something ever happened to him, or one of you guys." Nat was biting her bottom lip as she just kept shaking her head.

"No, I don't think..."

"Nat, I love you guys so much. This is the hardest thing I have ever asked someone to do for me. Please help me leave the compound tonight?" Nat's eyes became glassy as she started to blink rapidly.

"All right, I will help you leave. Once everyone has gone to bed."

Nat dropped Mya off at the train station, but before she left she gave her a heavy manila envelope and a letter.

"Call me, I registered my number in the burner. And please Mya, be careful."

"I will, thank you Nat," Mya gave Nat a tight hug, carefully because she was still in massive pain, even though she was doped on pain killers. Enough to help her walk anyways.

"Call me once you get there please."

"I will." And with that, Nat drove away in her Porshe, leaving Mya waiting for the 11:00 train to Jersey.