Isolated // A Yn Rogers x Bucky Barnes Marvel Fanfiction

-Sixteen-

Okay...I may or may not have just wrote like 5 chapters in one day in my new book....okay I did. It would mean the world if you checked it out! :) Enjoy Loves. (fyi we are about to have a HUGE time skip)

Tony sat with his head between his hands, silent tears slipping down his cheeks. That was the first thing you saw when you woke up...and it was scary.

"Tony." You said harshly, sitting up. He looked up at you, his eyes red. "There's something wrong with me, isn't there?"

You felt a lump form in your throat. "Kid..." he started. "I already talked to everyone else. You've been asleep for a few hours..."

"Tony your scaring me."

"You have Lung Cancer." He croaked, a small gasp escaped your throat as shock took over your body.

........

Year One

"Thanos?" You repeat, looking at Steve curiously.

"Doll..." Bucky began. "I know what your gonna-"

"I want to help."

"There it is." Bucky sighed.

Steve shook his head. "Absolutely not. Your sick."

"I can still help! I'm-" Tony walked into the room a few seconds before.

"You gotta sit this one out kid."

Year Two-

You sat staring at the wall, numb. You were getting close to winning your battle with cancer. So close.

But Bucky wasn't here with you. Because you had lost them all.

You now lived at the compound with Steve and Nat, as Tony had moved out and so had the others. Clint was MIA. You worried, because he lost his entire family.

Year Three-

You did it. You won. You were clean. No more tumor, no cancer, no chemotherapy. All gone.

But you missed Bucky. You wanted him to be there when you heard the news that you were finally free.

But he wasn't.

Year Four-

Steve insists you move on, and every time you visit Tony, he does too. And that's every weekend.

But you couldn't. Not without feeling guilty.

Tony joked that he would walk you down the isle when you finally got married. To you, you hoped it wasn't a joke. You wanted him too.

Year Five-

You were gonna get them back. You get a second chance, another shot, and you weren't going to mess it up.

And now, here you stood, the compound in rubble, your knives in your holsters. You stood in your own Iron Man suit.

Tony had made it out of boredom, but gave it to you recently, knowing that you fully intended to fight the purple titan with knives. He couldn't let you do something so stupid.

So you got a suit. And you weren't complaining.

Instead of the gold and crimson colors, it was painted a jet black with deep blue accents.

You advanced accompanied by Tony, Steve and Thor.

"Let's do this." You say firmly. Steve looks at you and nods assuringly.

Tony chuckles. "That suit looks great on you, flippy."

Tony never stopped calling you Flippy, even after 5 years. You scoffed playfully. "I look good in everything, Stark."