Marvel Oneshots

Wounded ☆

BuckyBarnesxf!reader

Warnings: Major character death, stabbing, stitches, vomit, panic attacks

I saw Tchalla and a few members of the Dora Milaje approach from over the top of a hill. My brows furrowed as I tried to understand why they were here, it's not really time for Bucky to go with Ayo.

"Good afternoon, Y/n"

"King Tchalla, pleasure to have you" I addressed with a nod of my head out of respect. That's when my eyes caught on the large case in his hands.

I looked past him to Okoye, the flash of expression taking me by suprise before her face returned to its usually unreadable state.

"Might I ask what brings you here?"

"I need to speak to you and the White Wolf"

"He's out with the goats, give me a moment and I can fetch him. Would you like to wait inside?"

"I'm fine here, thank you" Tchalla obliged, with a small reassuring smile. I set the basket of tomatoes down and headed off to the other side of the field, pulling my skirt up to my knees as I found him.

He saw me from a distance and jogged casually to me, asking with his gentle hand placed on my arm, "Hey, honey bee, you need something?"

"The goats gonna be alright without you for a little bit?"

"I think so" he laughed, a few strands of chocolate hair falling from the little tie at the back of his head.

"The King and a few of the Dora Milaje are asking for us"

"Really?" he said, his cute confused face showing. I turned with him heading back that direction with a slow walk.

He trudged ahead of me and I shouted, "Hey Buck, mind slowing down? My ankle is kinda bothering me"

Back when we were both agents I broke my right ankle during a mission. Now a few years later it still has a few bad days.

Bucky slowed, moving so his hand is on my side, holding it out to me. I interlaced our fingers, looking up at him before expressing my concern, "Tchalla seemed off. I didn't like the feeling I was getting from him"

"Your intuition is usually right about these things too"

"I don't know, I just feel funky" I explained, gripping his hand tighter as the King and the soldiers came into view.

"Well... You know no matter what I trust you"

"Together" I reassured, leaning against him slightly.

We approached the group, bowing slightly in respect and again offering to let them into our home. They refused, Okoye taking the box from Tchalla's hands. My eyes widened as I realized what was about to happen.

"We are happy here, Tchalla. I beg you... please"

"These ones may be tired of war, but the White Wolf and the Silver Serpent have rested long enough"

Okoye presented Bucky with the arm, and I could see the light dissapate in those cold sharp blue eyes. Instead glimmering off the black and gold vibranium.

"Where's the fight?"

"On its way"

~ ~ ~

I watched as Buck hugged Steve, patting him on the back. My eyes however, were on Natasha who I rushed over too as fast as I could with my ankle bothering me.

We hugged, smiling deeply at the sight of each other. She pulled away to say, "You look great! How are you?"

"I'm alright, how are things with the team?"