Bucky Barnes: A Fanfiction

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*You met in a time just before 'Civil War'*

*HYDRA had ordered Bucky to terminate you*

*That's when HYDRA's control over Bucky started malfunctioning*

*You were in Washington at the time*

*You're walking down a street when you notice someone following you*

*You make four turns to make sure he's actually following you*

*After the fourth turn you start running*

*He runs after you*

*It's dark at night*

*He runs fast because he's a super-soldier, but you run just as fast as him*

*When you get to a dead-end, you stop running and look at your follower*

*He stops running and walks slower*

*As soon as he's three steps away from you, you get your knives out of your pockets*

*He starts fighting you and you fight back*

*He throws his knife to turn it but you catch it and stab him on the side*

*He lowers his head a little and that gives you the chance to kick his head*

*But he catches your leg and turns it over*

*You let out a scream*

*You use that to your advantage and kick him with your other leg*

*His mask falls off*

*He punches you in the face with his metal arm*

*You push him to the ground and sit on him*

*You grab his hands and put your other hand on his neck*

Y/n: Barnes?

*You're confused*

*He tries to hit you again but you hit his head over with a glass bottle and he falls down unconscious*

*You pick him up and walk to your building*

Entrance guy: Y/n?! What happened?! Should I call the cops?

Y/n: No, it's okay, I didn't see their faces anyway. Just give me a hand with my friend, please?

Guy: Sure. Of course.

*You carry him up the flights into your apartment and put him on your bed*

Y/n: Thanks, Ed.

*He nods nervously and gets out of your apartment*

*You lock it and sigh*

Y/n: Damn it.

*You go take a shower and put on something comfortable before going to the kitchen*

*You get your medic bag and go to your room*

*You take off Bucky's shoes and shirt to take care of him*

Y/n: Shit.

*You clean his wound and fix it*

*As you're about to use a needle he flinches*

*You get up quickly and pin his arms down*

Y/n: Hey, stop. If you move any more you'll kill yourself. You're losing blood.

*He hesitates but then agrees*

Y/n: This would have hurt less while you were asleep.

*You mend his wound*