Fix Me: Bucky Barnes x OC (MCU)

Chapter 8

A/N: @Sarena2002 sorry, a less clean meme but oh well

Warnings: swearing, guns, blood, idk what else, pretty sure it's all good after this

Word Count: 1033

 There's a silence as we wait for HYDRA's truck to come forward, and then the sound of a lone engine. If Fury's right, there'll be HYDRA soldiers flanking the weapons shipment.

'I'm coming in now,' I hear Tony's voice through the earpiece.

'Copy,' I reply, and I hear everyone do the same. James turns to me from where he's crouching beside me.

'Have fun,' he whispers, kissing my cheek. I grin over at him.

'You too.'

Tony, in his suit, zooms down, landing on the top of the truck with a clang that comes pretty close to rattling my teeth. Immediately, the agents pour out from wherever they've been hiding. James and I work together, pressing our backs against the other's and shooting our way methodically to get to the truck, taking out the HYDRA soldiers surrounding us as we slowly make our way forward. As we get close, I glance up, checking that everyone's good, then shoot a look over my shoulder, making eye contact with the driver. Terrified, he hits the accelerator, knuckles white around the steering wheel and I yell to James.

'Cover me!' Before Shifting, bounding forward, easily levelling myself with the truck; being half Asgardian wolf will do that. Leaping into the air, I Shift back mid-air and grab the truck handle. A shot whizzes past my head, and I duck as it hits the glass, showering me with little shards. Reaching inside, careful of the broken window, I knock out the driver with the butt of my pistol and shove him out of his seat, then yank open the door, and as it swings around, I jump in, slamming my foot down on the brake. The truck screeches to a halt, and I climb out, gun ready as I take the keys from the ignition and slip them in my pocket.

I'm like Bruce in the way that when I'm really, really angry, I Shift. So when I see James, my James, being mobbed by a group of HYDRA agents, I don't think straight, I just launch myself at them in a deadly combination of fur and claws and teeth. A shot goes off in my right ear, and pain explodes in my right hind leg, but I carry on attacking until there's nothing left to attack, because when James is in danger, I don't think of much else other than getting him out of danger. Shifting back, I try to walk over to James, but collapse, with two less legs to hold me up.

'Oh, shit,' he mutters, scooping me up with his flesh arm, shooting with his left.

'Alright,' I hear Tony say in my ear piece. 'Anyone hurt?'

'Yeah, Minka got herself shot in the leg,' James replies.

'Like I could help myself from protecting you,' I retort. He chuckles, speaking into his ear piece.

'She says it's my fault.'

'It probably was,' Nat replies.

I laugh, and James glances down at me.

'Alright, let's go get your heroic ass some painkillers.'

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I was shot in the leg. The bullet didn't hit the bone, but fucking hell, it hurts. With or without painkillers.

'Alright,' Tony says. 'We're going to report to Fury. I reckon Minka and Bucky want to stay?'

'Why me?' James protests.

'I thought you'd want to tend to her,' he replies, surprisingly saving us from teasing names for what I am to James.

'That's true,' he sighs.

'Tell Fury I'm okay and I won't try and kill him next time I see him,' I tell Tony.

'Will do. Well, have fun, you two. We're leaving you in the whole Stark Tower, all by yourself.' He winks at us.

'Just what exactly are you implying?' James asks.

Steve laughs. 'What he's implying, Buck, is that you have Minka to yourself so best make the most of it.'

James groans as the others leave, laughing.

I grin at him once they've left.

'So,' I say. 'You've got me all to yourself.'

'Shut up,' he growls.

'You shut up,' I answer, teasingly pulling on his hair. He pokes my cheek and sits down on the sofa, where I've sprawled myself, injured leg hanging off the side, good leg curled up to my chest. I rest it along the top of the sofa, cocking my head.

'Come on,' I grin. 'You know you love me.'

'You know that far too well,' he mutters, curling his arms around my waist and resting his head on my chest. I laugh and run my hands through his hair, braiding it loosely with nimble fingers. He strains upward to kiss my collarbone, nose pressing against my neck, then relaxes, closing his eyes. In minutes, he's asleep, and I grin and press my lips against his forehead, letting my eyes shut, knowing that I'm safest in his arms.

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'Oh god, Nat, Steve, you have to come and see this!' I hear Tony yell. Opening my eyes, I see he's filming James and I, tangled up in each other's limbs, lying on the sofa, the latter's hair still braided.

'Jesus, Tony, keep it down, will you?' I mutter, rubbing my eyes.

'Your voice is the worst thing to wake up to,' James mumbles, tightening his grip around me. 'Just let me sleep for once.'

Nat whoops as she comes in. My Russian's still to be improved, but I'm surprised to know I actually understand what she's saying.

'You did it, Buck,' she cries.

'Shut up,' he snaps back - as usual.

'Give the poor man a break.' I laugh, speaking in Russian.

Nat looks at me in horror and James sits bolt upright, all sleepiness now gone.

'Y - you speak Russian?' He demands.

'No,' I reply, this time in English. 'But I learnt. HYDRA enhanced my brain.' I grin at him, and Nat sighs in relief.

'You gave me a shock there, Minka,' she says. 'I thought Buck and I were screwed. Or at least Buck. He'd have been confessing how beautiful he thinks you are in front of your face ever since you came.'

'Well my never,' Steve exclaims. 'The White Wolf and...'

'The black wolf,' Wanda finishes. Tony frowns.

'Next time can you translate their Russian?'