A Little Calm...

Killing Time

Modern World (Acoustic Version) - Matthew And The Atlas

A few hours later and it's around 6pm. Sam texted you rough times of when they're moving Bucky and to which hospital. Now it's just a waiting game. You're not even sure whether they'll let you see him. You don't know if he'll be allowed any visitors or if he'll be awake or even the extent of his injuries. Honestly, Sam's call just left you with more questions.

The hours go by of you just waiting for a call to say that you can go see him. Sam stayed at the mission site to help with the clean up, so Bucky's all alone as far as you know. You said you'd be available at any time so you keep your phone on charge, right next to you. Staying awake really isn't an issue once the time gets to the early hours. All the adrenaline is keeping you quite active. You find meaningless tasks to occupy yourself so that you don't spiral. Like reorganising your shelves, doing multiple loads of laundry. You even tried baking to pass the time. It didn't work. Mainly because you ate the cookie dough before you could put it in the oven.

At around 3:30 am, your phone rings. It's on charge next to the microwave, on the other side of the room as you dust the top of the cabinets. You leap off the chair and almost face plant as you dive for the phone.

Y/n
"Hi! Yes, hello?"

Receptionist
"Hi, am I speaking to a miss y/f+l/n?"

Trying not to sound like an insanely frantic maniac, you try to slow your breathing and speak in a normal tone.

Y/n
"Uh yes, yes this is she."

Receptionist
"Hi I'm calling from The Brooklyn Hospital Centre, we have you listed here as an emergency contact for Mr James Buchanan Barnes. He's been brought in from-"

Y/n
"Uh, yes, I know, I'm on my way."

You feel a little rude just putting the phone down on them, but you've been at your wits end waiting for any information on him. All you want is to watch his chest rise and fall, see him alive.