You Can't Save Everyone

Chapter 9 - Playing Games

READER WARNING - REFERENCES TO POSSIBLE SEXUAL ASSAULT, IMAGERY OF VIOLENCE/ABUSE AND DEATH

Y/N POV
"Slow down Rosie!" I called out as she ran into along the wooden dock in front of me, "Don't jump in without me, you haven't got your armbands on!"

"Come on y/n! We've only got 15 minutes before dinner!" She complained as she pulled her top over her head but ended up getting tangled in it.

I laughed and she sulked.

"Come here." I said through giggles and she took a step towards me. I helped her shuffle her elbows of out the shirt and slip it over her head.

We had our swim suits under our clothes and once we had stripped, we held hands and counted down.

"3...2...1!" I yelled and we jumped hand in hand into the lake.

We were both giggling hysterically when we broke the surface and splashed each other. We spent every summer here at my family's lake house and it was our favourite place to be.

"I bet I can hold my breath longer than you!" Rosie dared.

"You're on!" I replied mischievously and I swam to collect our goggles from the dock. "Go under on 3." I said and Rosie nodded, sliding her goggles over her eyes. "1...2...3!"

We both took in deep gulps of air and dropped down below the lake's surface. I tried to make Rosie laugh underwater by pulling funny faces but she just shook her head with a grin. We did this all the time and I only ever let her win when she was upset or if it was her birthday. The perks of being the older sibling and being on the swim team. She started snapping her hands like a crab and I struggled not to laugh. I pretended to be an Octopus and swam around in a circle but when I faced Rosie again, something was very wrong. Her eyes were wide and glassy and a large hand was clamped over her mouth. She looked terrified.

I tried to swim towards her but long green plant strands rose out of the lake bed and wrapped around my limbs trapping me where I was floating. My lungs burned but right now my only concern was for my sister. The figure whose hand was over her mouth floated to the side of her and I saw his face, shrouded in dark brown hair.

He looked me dead in the eye as he snapped my sister's neck and I screamed, water flooding my lungs.

I gasped and sat bolt up right, almost falling off the small bed I was on. Beads of sweat were pouring down my forehead and my chest heaved rapidly as I tried to catch my breath. Something shifted behind me and a hand rested on my shoulder.

"Are you ok doll?" The gravelly voice spoke and I jumped from the bed, turning around quickly and stumbling back into the metal operating table.

Bucky hastily climbed out of the bed and was in front of me in an instant. His eyes search my face with immense worry ... but I couldn't stop staring at his dark brown hair.

He reached out for me but I slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me" I yelled.

As my hands gripped the cold metal table behind me I was reminded of the events of last night. How Barnes had held me and driven me to pure ecstasy. I could still feel his kiss lingering on my lips. The kiss of Rosie's killer. I'd slept with him and let him hold me. The thought gave me goosebumps and made me feel sick at the same time, sending me further into a mess of conflicting emotions.

Bucky called my name as I frantically unlocked the medbay door and ran out and down the stairs, neglecting the possibility that I would be seen.

"Woahh, call off the search I found y/n!" Clint called out as I ran into him.