Winters Bite; Bucky Barnes x reader

Part 3 Stark? Like Howard stark?

Bucky groans, lifting his head, flipping his hair back, groaning louder when he bumps his head on the shelf above him.
Sam opens the door to the rest of the plane.
"Cinderella is waking up back here, sounds pretty pissed."
Bucky looks at Sam.
"Who the hell are you? Where am i?"
Steve walks in. "Do you know who i am?"
Bucky stares at him trying to sort through his memories finding a happy one
"Your a punk."
Steve smiles."Jerk."
"Just like that, we gonna act like he didnt try to kill us?"
"What the hell are you talking about. Who are you people, more important why are you dressed like that?"
"Dressed like.. Bucky whats the last thing you rember?"
Bucky looks around disoriented,confused as Steve stops untying him.
"A train.... falling.. blood on the snow.."
He looks at his arm. "Zola saying he could fix me... what year is it?"
"We have a lot to talk about Buck."
"You dont rember anything about the last 70 years?" Tony says.
"70 years?"
Natasha grabs the collar of Steves jacket pulling it off, sitting beside Bucky, who scoots away,
"Just stay." He holds up a hand protectively infront of him.
"Nat.."
"Yeah." She hands the jacket to steve, leaving Steve alone with Bucky.
Steve sits beside Bucky holding the jacket up, Bucky scoots away alittle more.
"Come on Bucky. That t shirt is thin and ripped. Its just a jacket."
Bucky hesitates before taking the jacket, that is a little tight on the forarms, but a little too long in the sleeves. Realing in the feel of something warm.
"How long since you ate something?"
"I dont know?"
"Thats alright. Do you want anything?"
"Just a little time."
"Alright."
Bucky brings his knees to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, resting his head on his knee.
Steve stands walking to the door way, watching him, Tony stands beside him.
"I dont think your buddy is ok."
"Who would be.. who knows what horrors they did to him."
Clint sets a bottle of water beside Bucky.
"Hes asleep guys."
"Just let him sleep it might help, how long till we get back?"
"It will be a few hours, we took some damage in that explosion." Tony says looking at damage reports.
"Im going to sit with him." Steve sits beside Bucky needing to be close after so long, still in a bit of shock that hes alive.
Bucky breathing quickens, in a dream:
"Go."
"Never."
"Fine." The blurred form fires the pistol.
Bucky jerks awake wide eyed, putting his feet down.
"Bucky.. calm down,, it was just a dream."
Bucky stands frantically pulling off the jacket.
"Buck chill please." Bucky ingornes him, pulling off his shirt, in the process ripping open the large wound further, so its now pouring blood down his arm.
"Holy hell, what did that.?"
Steve runs to the door.
"Bruce, get the first aid kit."
Bucky rips the sleeve off his shirt tying it tightly around his arm, pulling it tighter, with his metal hand, till the flow slows to a trickle.
"Bucky you have to calm down, we can help you." He puts a hand on buckys shoulder.
Buckys grabs his hand twisting it.
"I dont need you help. I can do this on my own." He starts seaching through the kits, till he finds a road flare.
Bruce comes in with the first aid kit, Tony, Natasha and Sam close behind.
"Steve whats wrong?"
They follow steve eyes to the exit hole on the back of Buckys bicep.
"Thats a big hole."
Bucky grabs a road flare, staring at in his hand then the hole.
"Bucky no. Dont do that."
Bucky pulls the cap off lighting it, twirling it in his fingers.
"Barnes put the flare down." Tony says.
"You realy dont want to do that."
Bucky takes the flare buring the wound over, twisting buring the back.
Natsha leaves sick, as bucky puts out the flare, untying the sleeve, picking back up his shirt, pulling it on sitting back down. Sweat covering his forhead, as he inspects the charred skin.

"Are you ok?" Bruce asks walking over.
"Itll heal in a few hours now."
Tony questions him. "Who shot you barnes?"
"I dont know."

"Was it Hydra? Rollins?"
"Rollins.. Rollins is dead.." Bucky looks confused as to how he knows this.
Natsha returns, "Did you kill him?"
"No. They were.." Protecting me, protecting me? No they were holding me prisoner.
"They were what?" She presses again.