*narrator pov*
"Is it true?"
"No of course not."
"You're going to be okay."
"Help me."
"Let me go."
"Give me my necklace back."
"Let me go!"
"She's dangerous."
"I'm going to jail."
"Don't do this."
"She is my girlfriend."
"NOOOOOOOOO!"
You screamed and sat up in bed.
"Get away from me! NO! Let me go!"
"Y/n. Y/n it's okay. Y/n I'm here. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay..." Bucky grabbed you and rocked you back and forth.
"Bucky?"
"Yes? I'm here."
Peter ran to the doorway "y/n are you ok? Is she ok?"
"You're ok" you looked at him.
"Oh yeah I'm fine" Peter touched his stomach where he was hit "but you? Are you okay? I heard you scream."
"I'm... I... water" you tried to get out of bed.
"I'll get it" Peter offered.
"NO! D-don't leave. Peter don't go" you started to cry.
"Okay" he came to sit on the edge of the bed.
"I need... need the water" you climbed out of bed.
Peter and Bucky stayed on your bed as you walked to the bathroom.
"Is she okay?" Peter asked.
"Yes. I think so. She just had a nightmare. I had them all the time."
"So she's going to have more?"
"I think so."
"Bucky what are we going to do? She can't go to jail."
"I don't know."
"She just can't. I can't lose her again."
"I know."
"What about you?"
"What do you mean?"
"You. You're just going to move on?"
"I already did."
"Really?"
"Kid. Don't get involved."
"I'm going to get involved. Y/n is my best friend. And I love her. I care for her. I want what's best for her. Even if that means you."
"I know."
"That's it?"
"Kid! You have no idea what she means to me. But I can not lose her again! I can't get close to her because it killed me last time I lost her. I hoped if I kept my distance now, she would be safe! And happy!"
Peter suddenly jerked his head. He did not respond to Bucky.
"I'm sorry she got hurt. I tried!" Bucky yelled.
"Wait shut up."
"Don't tell me to shut up."
Peter sprinted out the room.
"Kid?" Bucky ran after him.
"Y/n" Peter knocked on the bathroom door "y/n open the door!"
There was no response.
"I'm coming in" Peter called and pushed open the door.
You were sitting on the floor next to the toilet, and your eyes were drooping shut.
"Y/n are you okay?" Peter slowly walked towards you.
Bucky was quicker. He ran over and knelt down next to you. "Y/n?"
"I-" you yawned.
"What is it?" Bucky asked.
"I took some pills."
"What?"
"I took... took a lot of pills..."
Your head fell onto the toilet seat next to you.
"Y/n?" Bucky shook you. "Y/n!"
"Y/n?! What happened?" Peter ran over to you.
"Call 911!"
———
Peter and Bucky were in the waiting room.
Peter was sitting on a chair, crying. He had called May, but she hadn't arrived yet.
Bucky was pacing the floor.
A doctor entered the room and walked up to them.
"Where is she? Is she ok?" Bucky demanded as he approached the doctor.
"She's breathing. But with the help of machines. She's not awake."
"So she's in a coma?" Peter's voice broke.
"Essentially. Yes. And I have to let you know we have alerted the police."
"What? Why?" Bucky yelled.
"I've seen the news. She's all over it. They say she's dangerous. She should be going to jail."
"Nothing they are saying is true!"
"I did what I had to, okay? You should just be happy she's alive."
"Can we see her?" Peter sniffled.
"I'm sorry I can't allow that until the cops arrive."
The doctor shortly left again.
———
"Bucky" Walker entered the waiting room "where is she?"
"I don't know. They won't let us see her! Because they think she's a criminal!"
"Nothing was decided. Officially. But now, yeah she is a criminal. For running."
"She didn't run! Zemo took her again!"
"Please tell me you caught him" Peter chimed in.
"No. We'll deal with him later. We're taking y/n back into our custody."
"You can't. The doctor said she's in a coma" Peter informed.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Walker asked.
"No" Bucky responded.
"Kid?"
"Don't answer him."
"I-" Peter started.
"Kid! Don't!" Bucky warned.
"I order you to tell me what happened!" Walker yelled.
"No!" Bucky shouted.
"Tell me!"
"Keep your mouth shut!"
"Stop yelling at me!" Peter yelled. "She overdosed. On pills."
"God she's psychotic." Walker remarked.
"What did you just say?" Bucky walked up to him.
"She tried to kill herself. Don't pretend she's not crazy."
"No shit she tried to kill herself! She got kidnapped! Assaulted! Tortured! And you're trying to lock her up!"
Walker stared at him, but had nothing to say. So he pushed past him and went to find you.
Peter got up and followed him, desperate to see you.
Bucky trailed them loosely.
They reached your room.
There were tubes running in your nose and your mouth, and you were hooked up to several machines.
"How long is she going to be like this?" Walker asked.
"We can't say. She could wake up in an hour, a day, a week. It could be months. It's hard to know in cases like this" the doctor replied. "I'll give you some privacy."
It was just Walker, Peter and Bucky in the room with you.
Peter was in a chair holding onto your hand. Bucky sat on the bed by your feet. Walker stood leaning against the wall.
"So who is the boy?" Walker asked Bucky.
"He's her best friend. Don't start thinking he's dangerous too."
"Fine, fine. What about you? How exactly do you know her?"
"I don't think that's your business."
"Hey man I'm trying to understand your side of the story here."
"She's... Steve introduced us. Before the blip."
"How come you drop everything for her?"
"She just... she's young. And I want to protect her."
"I don't think that's the full story."
"They love each other" Peter said from next to you "neither of them will admit it. They love each other."
"Is that true?" Walker asked Bucky.
No response.
"So when y/n said it was her fault..." Walker continued.
"She blamed herself. Because she thought Bucky didn't love her enough to find her. So she didn't do anything." Peter looked up at Bucky "they both had the same problem. They love each other but think the other doesn't love them back."
"Did she tell you this?" Bucky asked.
"No. I grew up with her. I just know her that well. By now, you should too."
You squeezed Peter's hand.
He smiled but didn't tell the others.
"You love her Bucky?" Peter asked as he squeezed your hand back.
"For fucks sake Peter yes you're right. Stop being so smug about it."
"I'm sorry. Can I have a minute alone? Just to... process things."
"Fine" Bucky agreed.
"I'm not leaving you alone with her yet" Walker protested.
"Yes you are" Bucky grabbed him and pulled him out the room.
They left and closed the door behind them. Peter closed the blinds and turned back to you.
You opened one eye and started laughing.
Peter laughed too.
He came back to sit in his chair and he held your hand again.
"I hate you" you grinned at him "you had to ask him that?"
"You know you wanted to hear it."
"You do know me."
Peter stopped smiling.
"What? Peter what is it?"
"I- I don't know- I can't figure it out..."
"Why?"
Peter nodded.
You looked at the ceiling, away from him.
"I...wanted it to stop. Everything... to just... stop."
"I know. It was hard. I know I can't relate to what you went through. But I need you to talk to me. Next time, IF there is a next time, find me. And I will stay with you until the feeling goes away. I will stay as long as it takes. I will hold your hand. I will not let you go."
"Thank you."
"Can you promise me?"
You held his hand by his pinky finger.
"Pinky promise. I will never leave you again."
"Swear on your life?"
"That's not funny" you chucked regardless.
"Peter can I tell you something" you continued.
"What is it?"
"I love Bucky. And if something happens..."
"Nothings going to happen."
"If something happens! I want you to tell him I love him. I always always love him."
"Okay I will."
"Thank you."
"Do you think you will marry him one day?"
"PAHA! Peter please. Bucky doesn't do that kind of thing."
"I thought you always wanted the big white wedding though?"
"I want Bucky more. So I can live without it."
The door opened and a doctor entered.
"You're awake! So soon! I'll have the others come along in the minute, but Peter they're calling for you. They're in the waiting room."
"I'll be back in a minute" Peter kissed your forehead and ran off.
You closed your eyes just for a moment. You heard the door open and shut.
"Back so soon?" you muttered.
"Hello y/n."
"Who are you?" You sat up and opened your eyes.
This man was wearing scrubs, like a doctor, but he wasn't one of yours.
"Zemo wants to see you."
"What?" You shuffled back in the bed.
He walked towards you.
You jumped out the bed, and all the tubes attached to you pulled things down on top of you.
You pulled the tubes off your face and tried to run out the room.
You didn't know which way was the waiting room so you ran to the nearest nurses station.
"You have to help me! This man is trying to kidnap me!"
The man wakes up behind you and grabbed a hold of you.
"Sorry. She escaped from psych. Don't worry I've got this."
"No! No! Please help!"
"Actually do you have anything to calm her down?"
"Of course doctor" a nurse handed him something.
"No!"
You tried to run, but he put his arm around your waist and injected a needle into your neck.
"Peter! Bucky..." you tried to yell but you passed out in the man's arms.
He nodded at the nurse and put you in a wheelchair.
———
"Hey Bucky. What did you want?" Peter joined the others in the waiting room.
"They said someone wanted to see us. But there's no one here" Bucky told him.
"That's weird. Who do you think it was?" Peter asked.
"Hey. Where's the person that wanted to see us?" Walker asked a nearby doctor.
"I'm sorry. He must have left."
"What did he look like?"
"I don't know. He was wearing a suit. I think he was with the FBI or army maybe. He had a gun" the doctor replied.
"A gun?" Bucky repeated "that's not suspicious to you?"
"He has a gun" the doctor pointed to Walker.
"Oh shit y/n" Peter exclaimed and ran back to her room.
Bucky followed him.
They got to your room but no one was there.
There were things thrown across the floor and machines knocked over.
The tubes that had been attached to your face were on the floor.
You were gone. Again.
YOU ARE READING
the one where sh*t happens
Fiksi PenggemarY/n was close to the avengers, best friends with Peter and Bucky's lover. They go through alotta sh*t together, and lives are risked maybe one too many times.