With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Y/n's POV:

As I regained consciousness, I could hear a high-pitched ringing sound permeating through my brain and the sounds of somebody's muffled yelling.

I couldn't focus my eyes and all I could see from my position, spread across the cold concrete was a tall, dark blur heading toward me. I flinched when I saw what looked like a knife in their hand.

"S..t Y/.." The voice was familiar, despite sounding as though we were both miles underwater.

I felt my eyelids fall to cover my eyes as the gentle stranger cut the ties around my wrists, ankles, and the remainder of the frail, wooden chair.

"Y/n/n?" I managed to make out. That was my name. My nickname.

The strong, kind arms helped me into a sitting position before I heard some muffled rustling and felt warm fabric slide around my torso.

I re-opened my eyes, squinting hard to get them to focus. It was making my new headache one hundred times worse, but I needed to know who was there.

As the three fuzzy characters in front of me merged into one, I recognized Bucky's comforting face.

"B- Bucky?" I mumbled, seeing a small grin make its way to the corners of his mouth as the ringing began to quieten and my hearing seemed to crispen.

I reached to the back of my head to feel the source of my pain but the jolt of pain that shot through me again caused me to pull it back, revealing my palm, covered in dark blood.

"Shit, Y/n/n." Bucky whispered, concern shooting through his eyes.

"Buck, I'm fine." I attempted to reassure him, but his frown only deepened.

He grabbed my hands in his, "Can you walk for me? Can you do that?" He asked softly.

I nodded in reply, but when I went to place pressure on my leg, I found myself unstable and I started to fall over. It was a good thing that James caught me.

"Maybe-" I mumbled in a drowsy, half-conscious state, "Maybe I can't."

"Yeah," He agreed, a small chuckle leaving his lips, "I think maybe I'll help you instead." He told me, not a single hint of anything other than care in his voice.

I felt my feet leave the ground and felt his warm arms around me. I pressed my body to his for warmth, I hadn't realized how freezing I had been. "You're warm."

"No, you're just very cold." He replied, starting to take steps away from the cell.

I snuggled in closer to his firm chest as a hand started to rub my back and I could swear that I heard him sigh above me.

His rhythmic steps and the gentle sway of his body's movements comforted me, and I found myself half asleep by the time we got to a large jet with bright white lighting. I lifted an arm to cover my eyes, the strong lights penetrating my brain painfully.

I felt Bucky rest my body on a stretcher bed and I felt him pull a blanket over me. 

"I'll get Bruce to turn down the lights, one sec."

From the size of the jet and the amount of clutter dotted around, it seemed that the whole team must have come to get me, but they were clearly still inside. I hoped they were alright.

Bucky quickly returned and sat down next to me before confirming my suspicions. I didn't really know what he was saying, but I was glad everything was under control.

"The others are inside clearing everything up. We're going to get you back to the compound and fix you up. Don't worry, Doll."

Eventually, I realised that I couldn't understand what he was saying, but his deep, affectionate voice and the feeling of his hand stroking my hair lulled me to sleep in no time. I was safe.

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