Never Safe

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Bucky was talking to someone. You groaned and rolled over. You hugged his arm tighter. You questioned how you rolled over without letting go of his arm. You frowned and opened your eyes.

The arm was just an arm, nothing attached to the end of it.

"Bucky!" you sat up quickly, making you dizzy. Someone picked up your right hand.

"It's okay" Bucky chuckled. "I'm here."

You pouted at him. "It's not funny." You grabbed his arm and threw it at him. He caught it and put it back on.

"I'm sorry. But you seemed to claim my arm as your own so I thought I'd let you have it" he laughed.

"Fine, then I want it back."

"No."

"Why?"

"Cause you just want to hit me with it."

"Ugh."

"How's your head?"

Now you paid attention to it, you realised it didn't hurt as much.

"Better."

"Good" he smiled. Bucky's smile grew when he glanced past your head for a moment. "Y/n, there's someone here you see you."

You looked to the other side of the bed. You immediately threw off the sheets and clambered out. You jumped up and wrapped your arms around Peter.

"Oh my god, I'm so glad you're okay."

"Me? I'm fine. What about you?"

"Slowly dying but that doesn't matter."

Peter pulled away from the hug. "What?"

"I'm kidding" you grinned. "I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"She may have been kidding, but she is still really unwell" Bucky interrupted. "Y/n, you need to get back in bed."

You rolled your eyes and did as he said. You shuffled over so Peter could sit next to you.

"Good. Now What do you two want for lunch?"

You and Peter simultaneously declared "McDonald's."

"You had that yesterday."

"You had McDonald's without me?" Peter frowned.

"Bucky, we need to have it again now that Peter's here."

"No, let's have something from home for lunch. We can have takeout for dinner."

"But Peter won't be here then" you whined.

"Yeah, he will. He's staying overnight."

"Really!"

"Do not get all excited. Just because he's staying over does not mean you're staying up late. You still need to be getting lots of rest."

"Whatever."

"Y/n, I'm serious."

"Whatever" you said again.

Bucky rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"To get you food. You gonna be okay?"

You nodded, only slightly. Bucky knew you were still quite anxious for him to go.

"I'll be quick" he promised. He left.

You looked up at Peter, who was already smiling at you.

"I really did miss you" you said.