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Warnings - mentions of death, attempt of murder, parent neglect, self struggle, description of gore (please read cautiously), Bucky being cuddly with reader, blood, injuries

This has been in the works for like, a week. It sucks and is super rushed. I'm sorry! I hope you enjoy!
*LONG CHAPTER*

Bucky can't focus on two things. Fighting and watching you. The snow is already coming down much too heavily, and you're barely even able to keep yourself up after he let you to rest in a tree once he saw the two bullets wounds in your shoulder.

He can tell you're doing well. You keep balance and fight to the best of your ability. Though, he can see the paleness in your face, how your breaths are uneven and the lower half of your body is trying to give out despite you continuing to take down assailants.

Landing on top of one of the last Hydra agents, you stab his chest and roll over, landing on the ground with heavy pants. Blood is curling up into your mouth no matter how hard you try and regulate your breaths. Your body relaxes into the heavy snow, and the footsteps coming your way don't even peak your interest as you settle deep into ground.

A hand wraps around your ankle, and looking up, you see some unknown dragging you towards the edge of the cliff. Trying to grab whatever you can, you look back at Bucky and fist the snow, dragging your nails against the roots of the dirt as you fall.

"Bucky!" You scream, groaning as you catch into a fallen branch and look down towards the sacrificed agent that tried to kill you both. Your arm burns and your head screams with agony as you try your best to hold yourself up above the ravine flowing above.

"Y/N!" Your partner leans over the edge and grabs your wrist without hesitation, pulling you up despite your cries. Without much hesitation, you wrap your arms around him as you let the pain blind you. Everything is blurry, mind hazed as you feel your back and shoulder and head ache. "I got you. I got you," he assures, rubbing his hand up and down your back, trying keep your body from shaking as much as it is. "I'm here, Y/N."

12 hours Earlier

Neither of you are enjoying this. Fury can tell that neither of you want to do this, and he's not wrong. You keep your eyes trained somewhere that isn't him or Barnes, and you don't talk when anyone else does, keeping the silence at a max.

Bucky isn't happy either. He glares at the few Agents that had complained about "lack of trust" turned against the two of you. He was busy in the gym, watching how you went against Wanda and her undefeated score of going against her power. He can still feel the smile lingering on his lips when he overheard you telling her how unfair it was she was using her powers.

He tries to meet your gaze, but you look somewhere far off in your head to even notice you're in some meeting where everyone is against you. You're no longer laughing or even speaking how he normally sees you, but instead, you're distance and cold and trying not to socialize.

You and Bucky hadn't been the talkative ones of the team. The two of you usually sat by yourselves and tended to the silence over bonding. Sure, you both had your pick of people, but if it ever came down to it, neither of you would ever go to someone yourself.

Introverted, is how Steve had put it. You tended to ignore whatever was going on outside to stay by yourself and seclude from everyone else. Bucky had confirmed that with a jokingly manner, but you just nodded, trying to find yourself in that category than the one you had put yourself in.

Traumatized. That's where you find yourself going to everytime. You tend to be by yourself because how can you know no one is actually plotting to murder you like they did. How do you know that if you ask for help, they'll just do what they did.