𝓣𝓱𝓮 107𝓽𝓱- Bucky x Y/N {𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳}

Part 2

You saw the mysterious assassin perk their head up from their scope, looking around cautiously. It was your instinct that told you to crouch down. You didn't know if they were on your side or not.

But there was one problem. You knew that the person was looking in your direction. You were hidden well, but you couldn't deny the fact that they had seen you. You heard the familiar echo of the cocking of their gun. "Shit..." you muttered. You slung your rifle over your back and rested your hand on the Beretta, ready to fire at any moment. Using the pistol would provide quicker fire than the rifle.

Suddenly, in your earpiece, you heard Zemo say "They're here. Grab the guns." You realized that Zemo had heard the stranger cock their rifle. You noticed that the stranger was fleeing as if they'd heard what Zemo had said as well. As they stood up to leave, you noticed that they were a man. You got up to leave as quietly and as quickly as possible. You were almost to the staircase. But just then, you heard a BANG! A splitting pain bolted throughout your leg and you fell to the ground. You looked at where the source of the pain was.

Blood was gushing out rapidly. Zemo had shot you in the leg. You had to do something before you lost too much blood.

Bucky POV

I heard Zemo say that he knew I was here, so I ran to the staircase and rapidly descended on it. I was halfway down the staircase and I heard it. An ear-splitting BANG! rang across the night sky. I recognized that sound.. a gun.

Y/n POV

You held your hand to the open wound, thinking about what to do. At least Zemo didn't know that he had missed any vital organs. But what he did know was that he had successfully escaped. The pain got worse.

You couldn't help but yell out in pain. The sudden sound of footsteps startled you, but the pain took over again. You were letting out some yells of agony again. Your vision started to blur up as you lost consciousness. Two hands slipped underneath your back and you were hoisted up. That was the last thing you felt before it all went black.

You woke up in a very poorly decorated apartment with barely any furniture. You were laying on a couch and then looked around. You then looked at your leg and noticed it was patched up very well. The way it was bandaged reminded you of your past.

"Where am I?" you asked, confused. "Welcome to my apartment." a man with some sort of prosthetic arm was folding his arms and leaning against the wall. "Nice decorations." you said tiredly and sarcastically. The man frowned at the remark of sarcasm.

"I'm Bucky." "Y/n. Nice to meet you." you were surprised at how you had introduced yourself so openly. You usually never gave strangers your name unless you were sure you could trust them. But for some reason you had a feeling of comfort around him. Even if he did look like a man who could kill you in an instant.

You tried to get up but Bucky threw his arm out in front of you and said "I wouldn't do that."

"I need to get somewhere." you looked up at him. "Alright fine, go ahead." he moved his arm out of your way.

You took a step and got off the couch. You started making your way to the door, but your limp slowed you down a lot. Then, your bandaged leg gave out and you fell to the ground face up. "Ow." you stared at the ceiling for a few seconds.

Bucky bent down to help you up and you sat up and grabbed his hand. He paused for a second. "What?" you asked. "Oh, nothing." Bucky lifted you up and let you lean on him for support on the way to the couch.

Little did you know, Bucky had paused because he had seen your dog tags hiding under your shirt. And he had seen them long enough to read:

Y/N L/N

(YOUR BIRTHDAY)

107TH INFANTRY