BE THE CHANGE // BUCKY BARNES X OC

FIFTEEN

WARNING - SMUT / 18+
Finally am I right?
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Again though.
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Four days.

I hadn't moved from the chair in four days, sat between the two hospital beds waiting, just waiting patiently for Bucky and Sam to come around.

Even with Torres's requests that I go to bed, go get food. I hadn't moved, couldn't move actually. These men were my friends, fuck they were my family and at the fact that I'd nearly lost them, could have lost them, I couldn't leave this spot. I needed to be here, I needed to know how they were and I needed to be here in case the worst happened.

The doctor had called T'challa and explained what had been done to Bucky, even going so far as to patch in through video chat so his sister, Shuri, could asses the damage but she agreed with the doctor that it would be fine, it would heal but if anything went wrong, we would send him to them.

"Fledgling, you can not do this to yourself. You need to eat, to shower and rest." Blackwood said softly as he entered but I simply waved him off, gently stroking Sam's cheek. "When they wake up, how do you think they are going to feel, seeing you starving yourself? Lexy you were injured too, you need to rest."

I turned to him, my vision was blurry from lack of sleep, I'd only managed a few hours a night but would jolt awake when I began to deep sleep. "Please, we are worried about you. I'm worried about you." He knelt down in front of me and checked my arm. "Lexy these need to be changed. Right, if you don't move." His voice became stern. "I will sedate you and make you get some rest."

"HA!" I scoffed at him, theres no way he would do that. He glared at me before moving to the cupboards and pulled out a syringe and a vial then turned to me, raising a brow, daring me. "Luke." I pouted but he simply shook his head. "I will stay, right here. And I will get you if they wake. Please." His voice, the plea in it, the way his face dropped as he looked at me.

I got up, my body screaming in protest as I straightened, then turned and kissed Sam's forehead before I moved to Bucky and kissed his aswell. "Any sighs." My voice croaked and he grabbed my shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Even a twitch, I'll come get you." He said softly, letting me slip past him, leaving him to watch them for me while I dragged myself to my room.

The water was hot. So soothing and the amount of dirt, sweat and blood that washed off me, I didn't think I'd been that dirty. My shoulder ached terribly, and I groaned quietly when I noticed the bullet wound had ruined my tattoo. Just a tattoo. Could have been my life...or worse. I dried myself off and changed into shorts and a tank top before I curled up in bed.

I startled awake, my dreams had turned dark and I had been trapped in a nightmare before I managed to wake myself up. "Thats why I didn't want to sleep." I grumbled to myself as I rubbed my face, feeling rested, but just as exhausted. I had no idea when I went to bed, or how long I'd been out but it must have been a while because my shoulder and forearm were bandaged again.

I sat up, yawning and stretching when I spotted the note on my bed side table. I picked it up and read over it.

You were out cold and those wounds needed to be redressed. Blackwood insisted the doc check you out and make sure you were ok.

Torres

Ok I couldn't lie, that was sweet of Blackwood to ask Torres to make sure I was ok and to redress my arm. I carefully got out of bed, my legs feeling weak as I hobbled slightly over to my door, pulling Bucky's hoodie on before I slipped out into the corridor, desperately needing coffee.