The Fight You Couldn't Win

Chapter Thirteen

You were back at the tower with Bucky, sitting on the couch in the living room. You were cuddled up to him comfortably sitting under his arm.

He didn't suspect anything.

"I was thinking, I'm ready for a fourth date Buck."

"I'd love that."

"Good."

"How 'bout dinner tonight?"

"Sounds perfect."

Bucky kissed your forehead and you shuffled even closer.

The door opposite you suddenly opened, and Clint and Nat walked through.

Your eyes widened with alarm and you jumped up from the couch.

"Gotta go" you started to hurry towards a different door.

"Y/n..."

You stopped and guiltily turned back to face them.

You spoke before they could get a word out.

"Look, whatever the doctors told you, it's bullshit. I am absolutely fine and I definitely do not need to go back to the hospital. There's nothing they can do to help in any way so I- I am not going back."

"Wait, what's going on?" Bucky asked, still sat on the couch.

Natasha ignored him and addressed you. "Y/n come on. We just want to help. We should go back to the hospital."

"No. I'm not going."

"Y/n please" Clint said. You looked at him properly for the first time since he had walked in. It was obvious he had been crying and you felt bad. He just wanted to help. But he couldn't. No one could do anything.

"No" you turned and started walking out again. "I gotta go back to work."

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That evening, you went out on your date with Bucky as planned.

He took you to dinner, then he bought you ice creams on the walk home.

"Y/n I have a question."

"Hm?"

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just worried..."

"Is it about what the others said earlier?"

"Yeah."

"It's nothing. It's really nothing to worry about. They both honestly worry too much. I'm fine Bucky."

"Are you sure? Everything's fine?"

"Yeah. I'm with you, so things couldn't be better."

You continued eating your ice cream, but after a while it went the wrong way and you started coughing.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Bucky asked quickly.

You nodded as you coughed, grabbing onto his shirt as you bent over. He placed a hand on your back. He was worried but didn't know what he could do. A moment later, you stood up giggling.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Ice cream went down the wrong way."

You laughed a little more as Bucky sighed and wrapped both arms around you.

He pulled away, and you realised something.

"Shit, I got ice cream on your jacket. I'm sorry" you apologised again.

"That's okay doll."

You looked up at him and smirked. "Doll?"