Y/N'S POINT OF VIEWBucky and I decided to take a short break to go to Washington DC. We would be there until the team needs us or if there is a threat.
We are currently driving to Washington DC in my (favorite luxury car) that Tony gave me oh so long ago.
We had a 3 hour drive, so this would be fun right?
Time skip brought to you by Sam and Bucky flirting with a pillow for practice
"Bucky you should've taken the left three exits ago!" I yell looking at the gps.
"Well I'm sorry princess y/n that this shit is so fucking confusing!" Bucky yells back gripping the wheel tighter than he should.
"It's not confusing, You are making it complicated damnit! And stop gripping the wheel like that before you break it!" I yell again, moving my hands around and looking at him.
"Oh you want me to stop? Okay." Bucky takes both hands off the wheel and the car jerks, almost hitting another car who then honks at us.
"Can you please get off the phone before you cra-"
The memory of that day comes up so quickly that it gives me whiplash. I scream and Bucky immediately puts his hands back on the wheel and gets back in our lane.
He looks at me in confusion and sadness while I try to get as far away from the windows as I can.
"Hey hey...y/n i'm sorry I forgot and I was upset, Doll i'm so sorry." He puts a hand on my thigh and rubs up and down. I start hyperventilating, going back to that dreadful day.
You start to crawl towards her side of the Jeep when suddenly bullets hit the door right next to your head.
"No no no..." I pant out covering my ears and my hand with my knees and arms. Bucky pulls over to the side of the road and hops out the car.
You look towards the other side of the highway to see a group of men with guns and knifes walking towards.
"y/n! Breathe doll. Breathe baby breathe. I don't want you to pass out." Bucky pulls me against his chest and rubs his arms along my back. I start to listen to his heartbeat instead of the cars driving past us.
My breathing starts to slow and I slowly wrap my arms around Bucky.
"I'm so sorry James." I whisper with tears coming down my face.
"Its okay baby doll." He kisses my forehead and continues to rub my shoulders.
"It's okay."
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promise - b. barnes
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