◦○DAYBREAK○◦ Bucky Barnes

twenty nine

Holy shit - 200 views over night wtf? I didn't realise that was possible, thank you guys so much <3  I woke up this morning with so much support in my comments and I really appreciate it. I wasn't going to upload this part till tomorrow, but you guys went so mentally unstable in the comments I got worried for your health. So HeRe iT iS 

[THIRD PERSON POV]

"WE'RE LOOSING HER TONY!" Wanda screamed from the back of the ship. 

Steve had found Bucky in the stairwell, holding onto Davina with an astronomical grip, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for help. The pair had carried her limp body through the woods, running at full speed until they reached the ship. Once on board, Bucky had disappeared from sight, though no one was in the right headspace to go in search for him. All that mattered was the dying girl, sprawled out across a workbench at the back of the ship.

Tony had taken off as soon as the trio entered and left Rhodey to take over the controls once the air was clear. He leapt out of his seat and rushed to the back of the jet, only to be faced with utter chaos. 

Natasha was pacing in a small circle, Clint beside her, begging for the Romanoff girl to calm down. Sam was running back and fourth the two sections of the aircraft carrying useless medical supplies. Steve was facing a screen with Banner's face on it, begging him for instructions on what he should do. Wanda sat by Davina's side, cleaning blood with shaking hands from the limp girls face, Vision by her side, reassuring her that she was doing everything right. 

Tony's eyes scanned the room, searching for the one person he wanted nothing more than to beat the hell out of. He wasn't here, Tony didn't have the time nor the energy to find Barnes. As much as he wanted to send the Soldier to his own personal hell, it would have to wait.

Instead, he rushed over to the bloodied girl. Her suit had been stripped off her body, leaving her in a pair of shorts and a sports bra, both covered in blood. His hands trembled by his sides. "JARVIS, we need a full body scan on Davina Penton." He fought to stop his voice from shaking as the AI did as instructed.

"Full body scan complete. Body suffering from three cracked ribs, all on the right side. Severe bruising of the face, neck and left thigh. Bullet puncture wounds on left shoulder and stomach, though no organs have been punctured. Body suffering from extreme blood loss, medical attention advised." 

Tony's hands stopped shaking as the AI finished their statement. He needed to get in control over himself. "We need to get the bullets out." Tony spoke steadily. He knew if he lost control now, she'd have less of a chance at surviving.

"I-I don't know_" 

"Wanda! Pull it together, Wilson, we need tweezers, a sewing needle, floss, gauze, bandages and water. NOW!" Tony yelled. 

His outburst caused everyone to go silent and stare at him, all except Sam, who was running around looking for supplies like a mad man, skidding on the floor at an unsuccessful attempt not to fall over.

"Romanoff! You've got the steadiest hands, you have to do this." Tony pointed at Natasha as she ran towards them, just as Sam dumped all the supplies on the table.

"Someone thread the floss through the needle as Nat's removing the bullets. Steve, get ready with gauze and water." Tony addressed everyone.

"Wanda..." Wanda's head snapped up at her name. "Is there any chance you can sew?"

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