|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

you'll get through this.

(W.i.p)

Sam could hear the screams as smoke bellowed in the night. It made his heart clenches as he soared above the sky, RedWing giving him more juice. He couldn't faintly make out the unit that was Bucky, in combat. Sam doesn't have anytime to watch though because there's someone sneaking up on him.

Without thinking about it being a trap, he flips in the air (show off, Bucky would say later on) and flies down, only for something to hit the thruster.

He's panicking now, trying in vain to get his thruster to reboot or do something that stops him from pummeling down to the ground at alarming speed.

A scream.

Excruciating pain traveling up his spine and into the back of his neck.

The sound of choking.

Then nothing.

It was peaceful, a sense temporary tranquility that he doesn't want to leave.

Bucky watches the whole thing go down. He watched as Sam screamed, the branches smacking and prodding him and then nothing.

Bucky spun on his feet and in a rage of fury, twisted the man's arm and took the gun for himself and shooting him in the head.

Fuck the rules.

Sam could possibly be dead right now and he is not going to waste his time on some stupid prick.

So, he breaks into a sprint, his legs working effortlessly to get him to his destination and when Bucky gets there, it's like someone punched him in his lungs. Sam lay unconscious, his legs an extremely odd angle (it made Bucky cringe).

"Sam?" Bucky calls, kneeling down beside him and feeling for his pulse. It was weak, getting weaker by the second, but it meant that he was alive.

Good.

He can work with that.

Sam's going to be okay. Is he though? That was quite a fall and if Sam doesn't survive, he probably won't have use of his legs anymore.

When Sam whines in pain, his eyes fluttering open, Bucky breathes a sigh of relief.

"Buck?" Sam mumbles and Bucky holds his metal hand in Sam's.

"Buck, I can't... I can't feel my legs... Bucky!" Sam is hysterical now, his breathing rapid and Bucky tries to calm him down.

"Sam, hey, I need you to calm down—"

"Why can't I feel my legs, Bucky?!" Tears pooled in Sam's eyes, and Bucky's heart sinks into the depths of his stomach. He's never seen Sam so vulnrable.

"Torres and his crew on their way, I need you to stay calm for me, yeah?" Bucky says, trying to keep his panic in check, the last thing he needs is Sam to coax himself into a panic attack.

He lifts the man up cautiously, watching his footing and hold before walking back to where Torres was going to meet.

"How is he?" The kid asks and by the look Bucky gives him answers everything.

"Okay, we'll need to get him to the infirmary. Quick."

Bucky was hesitant to give him back, but knowing the longer they wait, the worse his condition is going to get