TW: GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF DEATH IN THIS CHAPTER SO BE CAREFUL :)
Y/n's POV:
Just under two weeks had passed since the pie-making competition (of which Tony pronounced himself the winner, despite not actually participating in the competition) and I was curled up on my bed in Bucky's sweater. Alone.
Bucky had been assigned to his first overnight mission since 'The Abduction' so it would be my first night alone and I really didn't want to go to sleep, I didn't want to have the nightmares for the first time in over a month.
While the familiar scent of him that lingered on his sweatshirt was comforting, it was nothing in comparison to the way he held me tight and rubbed my back. To the way he kissed my head and traced shapes over my body. To the way he let me fall asleep in his arms every night without fail.
God. I love him.
I had tried to watch some TV, but Brooklyn 99 was my comfort show and it felt like cheating to watch it without him, so I had nothing to do but fall asleep.
I grabbed all the cushions off the floor and started to arrange them on the bed where he would usually sleep before grabbing his pillow and hugging it into my chest to inhale his scent in an attempt to ward off the nightmares that would almost inevitably still come.
As I lay curled up in a ball in the center of the (otherwise empty) queen-sized bed, a tear rolled down my cheek as it all faded to black.
The pictures in my mind were regular visitors. The dark of the night sky was polluted by the fireworks that erupted erratically around us, their explosions mingling with the gunshots that filled our ears.
My brother, Adrian, was crouched next to me as we hid behind a stack of crates on the deck of the cargo ship.
*We need to get over to the control room.* He thought to me, *The Commanders need us to collect data on their systems.*
It was times like these when I thanked fuck for our ability to communicate telepathically, without it we would have been caught ages ago.
*We're gonna move to behind that stack in 3, 2, 1.* He commanded, both of us running quickly.
But apparently not quick enough.
The people we had been told to target quickly opened fire on us, the sound of the bullets leaving the guns mixing with that of the fireworks over our heads. They lit us up for everyone to see making us easy targets.
A bullet lodged itself in my leg, right at my kneecap, and I cried out in pain, falling to the ground with a large thud.
"Shit!" I yelled, biting my lip to stop from screaming anymore *Adrian! Help!*
My brother had managed to reach safety behind the boxes of cargo but he turned back to look at me as I clutched my knee close to my chest in agony. I was in plain sight, a sitting duck.
*Get up!* He yelled into my head, *They're going to hit you, get off the floor!*
I tried to push myself off the ground but my leg collapsed underneath me. *I can't.* I admitted, as a bullet shot past my head, clipping my ear.
As soon as he saw me fall back down to the floor, he rushed over to help pick me up. Swinging one of my arms over his shoulder and slowly starting to help me over to the nearest safe space.
"Thank you." I whispered.
He shook his head and replied, "I can't let you get killed Y/n."
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