Bucky. That's all Steve wanted and needed in his life. Before the war, during, and even after, all Steve wanted was his solider. His Bucky.
After the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve kept trying to find Bucky to bring him home. Everyone was against this...
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I get up and turn around to see Bucky trying to stand up. He then starts coughing up blood and falls back down.
"No. No no no no no BUCKY!!" I yell rushing towards him.
I run over to try and get him to respond but he is out cold.
"Guys, Bucky has been shot in the chest and is unresponsive." I say panicking into the coms.
"We will bring the jet around to you Cap." Tony says.
I try applying pressure to the wounds to help stop the bleeding but nothing is happen.
I heard the jet hover close to me.
"Please baby. Don't die. Please." I sob out.
I quickly pick him up and run him onto the jet.
Tony and Bruce quickly begin to work and try everything they can do to save him.
I have gone into shock now looking down seeing myself covered in my husbands blood.
This is all my fault. Bucky told me he didn't want me here but I kept pushing because I thought it would be fine. Now he is laying here possibly dying.
Clint flew back faster than we'd ever flown.
When we landed, Bruce and Tony rolled Bucky out on the gurney quickly taking him to the med bay.
I followed closely behind.
I went to step into the room with them but they stopped me.
"Steve, no. You cannot be in here right now. Let us to our jobs and try and save him." Tony said.
As soon as those words left his mouth Bruce started yelling for him. I could hear the machines going off.
"TONY GET IN HERE. HE IS FLATLINING AND I NEED YOUR HELP." Bruce screams with his voice on edge of the hulk.
I froze in place hearing the flat lining noise.
"No. Bucky. No." I said falling onto my knees.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I see that it is Wanda.
"I'm so sorry. I should've listened to you guys." I whisper out.
"It's okay dad." She says back softly.
A few moments go by and Pietro comes down into the med bay with everyone else.
"What happened?" He asked in a firm voice.
"We were leaving the base and as we were walking towards the jet, he spotted a sniper in the trees and pushed dad out of the way." Wanda says.
Before Pietro could respond, Tony comes out.
I stand up waiting for him to talk.
"We've had to put him in a coma. The bullets that he was shot with were laced with a strong poison. We've contacted Shuri to come down and check it out because Bruce and I have never seen something like this before" he says.
"Is...is he gonna wake up?" I asked swallowing the lump in my throat.
"Gotta be honest with you cap. I don't know. Right now it is not looking good" Tony says and walks back into the room to keep helping Bruce.
"Are you happy now?" Pietro asked.
"Pietro" Wanda says.
"No. I'm sorry but I gotta say it. We told you it wasn't a good idea for you to go on this mission. Bucky tried so many times to get you to stay home and you didn't listen. And now he could die. YOUR HUSBAND AND OUR FATHER COULD DIE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T FUCKING LISTEN." He yells at me.
"Pietro stop" Wanda pleads.
"It should've been you." Pietro says to me crushing my heart even more.
I drop my head down knowing he's right. I should've listened and I didn't.
"Dad don't listen to him. He's just angry." Wanda says to me.
"He's right though. I should be me on that table. Not Bucky. Before we left today he tried one more time to get me to stay here and I didn't listen. Now not only are you three possibly losing a parent, but once again I'm possibly losing the love of my life. He's always getting hurt because of me. At this point I don't even know how he is still with me and still loves me after all the pain I've caused him. I'm so sorry Wanda" I tell her softly with tears running down my face.
I don't give her a chance to speak before I just turn around and leave.
I walk up to my room and close myself in. Hours go by and my mind is going insane with guilt and pain.
I just want the pain to stop. I look and see that it is 3 in the morning and my mind still won't shut up.
I grab a jacket and go into Thor's room. I know he keeps his asgardian mead in here somewhere.
Once I finally found 3 bottles of it and made my way out getting on my motor cycle driving to Brooklyn.
As I park outside the old apartment, I feel a lump in my throat form as the memories hit me and the pain of losing my love.
When I walk inside, I open the bottle of mead and take a big swig.
Over in the corner, I see the projector from the last time we were here.
After plugging it in and hocking everything up, I sit against the couch looking at all the pictures of Bucky.
The mead kicks in and the tears begin to pour out of my face.
I begin sobbing harder.
"I'm so sorry baby. I should've listened to you. You wouldn't be hurt again if I would have. You are just better off without me..."
I continue drinking. Thankfully this mead is stronger than I expected and the world and pain begin to fade away.
"I hope you can forgive my James. I love you baby." I say as I feel maybe black out.
