On The Run) Romanogers

Part 6

Bucky P.O.V.

We had been at cruising altitude for about ten minutes and I had found the nearest hospital. It would be another hour before we got there, and I figured the flight would go the way it had been so far, a tense silence. I hated it, it just left me alone with my thoughts... thoughts that were not in a very happy place right now. I had anxiety, and it was a small miracle I wasn't having a panic attack.

I looked back again, Steve was leaned over Natasha in a protective fashion, holding her bullet wound, and whispering something in her ear. I hadn't been able to hear most of it, but I got the occasional word, "... me... come on... Nat... we need... everything... time... stay," and I could fill in the gaps. She was still out. I hadn't seen Steve like that in a long time, probably not since the last time Nat was hurt. He has a special type of worry when it comes to Natasha.

Apparently, I could predict the future, the hour went on just like I had expected. Tense fucking silence. I was sitting copilot and not really doing anything, Sam had it all under control, could have predicted that as well. But, as we started to get closer, it became my job to look for a good landing spot. The last six I spotted were apparently not safe for Sam's liking nor close enough for Steve's liking.

"Okay, okay, what about that one?" I pointed down to the clearing I spotted.

"Bucky, before I look, really evaluate it, is it an actual landing spot, or is it a single spot without a tree?" Sam shot back, I couldn't tell if he was trying to be funny or not, none of us laughed. He still glanced down, "it's tight, w-"

"Sam, just land the damned plane!" Steve shot, he hadn't spoken to anyone but Nat the whole flight, it caught us both by surprise. Sam and I shared a nervous glance, and I looked back again, his whole attention was back on Natasha.

"It'll work," Sam complied, and I was hoping that he was saying that because the spot was genuinely big enough and not because he was worried Steve would crash the plane himself if we didn't land soon.

Sam P.O.V.

The landing was rough, not my best, and turbulent to say the least. To be honest, I hadn't flown in a while (while flying is like riding a bike, you don't forget, however it does get a bit rusty). It was also a shitty spot, Bucky should have kept his mouth shut because Steve was getting too impatient to wait for a safer spot. Honestly, it was a miracle that the plane stayed in one piece, no offense to Nat, but the plane was an absolute rust bucket.

The moment the plane hit the ground and skidded to a stop, Steve was out the door. He wasn't speaking as he trudged through the woods, a 'man on a mission' was an understatement. He was holding Natasha close to his chest and hunched over her protectively. Bucky and I were trailing behind, eyes up and behind to survey and protect the group. The town we had just vacated wasn't that far away, so we had to be careful.

"Fuck, she doesn't have time," Steve cursed. He took off at a run, Bucky paused. We both knew he could keep up with Steve, but that would leave me alone.

"Go," I urged him, Steve needed backup if they recognized Nat this would all go to shit. Bucky took a few strides and then froze again, "go," I repeated, more bite to my tone.

"You're sure?" Bucky raised a brow.

"Bucky, just because I'm not a super soldier doesn't mean I can't take care of myself," I spoke before thinking, that attitude was what got us into this mess.

By the time I reached the hospital, I had sweat through my shirt and was out of breath. Breathing in hurt, breathing out hurt. It all hurt, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, my head hurt, my teeth hurt. I had ran hard, and someone through all of this, I didn't look the worst in the waiting room.