Catching The Hawk

This Is It

"So how are you going to tell Clint?" Bucky was standing over the stove of the kitchen in the main room of the floor you were now confined to.

"You know, I haven't given it much thought. I have no idea how this is going to affect me. I almost don't want to." You walk up to him and jump up to sit on the island behind him.

He sets down the spatula next to the sink and turns to you with an eyebrow raised. "Why wouldn't you want to tell him?"

"I don't know. I just don't want to get his hopes up, or worse have him get mad and leave me." You pull out your phone from your pocket and open it to check for messages. Nothing!

Bucky walks over to you and grabs your right hand. "Y/N, from what I have seen between you and him, he won't get mad. That guy is a family man. Its just in the way he carries himself." He kisses the back of your hand, then lets go and spins around to check on the bacon he had cooking.

"Really? What makes you say that?" You stare at your phone and decide to open your text-messaging app.

Bucky swivels his head back and forth, like he was preparing to give you a 'talk'. Then he just shakes it back and forth going back to cooking the two of you breakfast.

"Bucky? What are you hiding from me?" You jump down and grab his right arm.

"Nothing! I know absolutely nothing!" He turns his face away from you as to hide the expression written all over his face.

'JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!" You raise your voice as he shies away from you, hiding his head like he was expecting you to hit him. "Tell me NOW!"

"Ok, don't bite my head off, control remember? I can't tell you everything, but what I can tell you is that he won't be mad." He turns his head back to you with that cheesy smile on his face.

"Oh! Well in that case-" You grab your phone and start to type something on it.

"I wouldn't do it over text." He says over his shoulder as he grabs some plates to put the food on. "If it was me you were telling I would want it in person so I could 'celebrate' with you."

"Don't be gross Bucky. I wasn't texting him." You look down at your phone and proceed to finish your text.

~Nat, I need talk to you ASAP! I hope everything it going well, I just really need to talk to you! ~

You grab the plate from Bucky and sit down at the table. As you begin to devour your food you hear your phone buzz on the counter. Jumping up you run to grab it. Unlocking it you open the message and see her reply.

~We should be back later today, but I have bad news. ~

What? Wait, what kind of news? She can't just drop that on you like a ton of bricks and not tell you what it is. You press the call button and after two rings she picks up. You could hear the roar of the jet in the background, followed by loud cries of pain. You knew that voice, and it made your blood run cold. Almost dropping the phone you shake your head and almost yell out "What happened to him Nat?"

"I can't really talk right now Y/N. We are dealing with some major issues over here." She sounded out of breath.

"How long till you are back?" You were trying to calm down. Bucky had noticed your panic all over your face and had rushed to your side.

"I don't know, thirty minutes to an hour." She started to talk to someone else on the other side of the phone. "That needs pressure on it till we can get him back to the lab." She pauses and you hear another loud groan. "I've got to let you go so I can help. We will be back soon."

The line goes dead as the phone drops from your hand, crashing into the floor. Bucky leans down and picks it up placing it on the counter.

"Who's hurt?" He places his right hand on your shoulder.