Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Forty Two

Bucky let you nap for a few hours, waking you for dinner and getting you dressed in a pair of his sweats that you had to roll up to keep from falling down. You were so bringing a few of your own clothes to his closet later. He'd put on a sweatshirt as well and the two of you looked like a regular pair of bums entering the dining room.

As promised, there were steak tacos.

While everyone else dug in around you, pounding back taco after taco amidst their conversation, you'd barely managed to get down the two Bucky had put on your plate. It took every ounce of your concentration to chew each thick bite and force it down. The pain in your stomach was slowly escalating again, making you nauseous.

When you finished the last bite, exhaustion rolled through your system, and it took all of your willpower not to lay your head down right there on the table. Bucky had been watching, as had Steve but you weren't acknowledging that, so when Bucky noticed your growing discomfort, he made the excuses for the two of you to leave. Your sleepy mind picked up on a few catcalls from your friends, which you ignored.

What the fuck did he say to them?

You led Bucky to your floor first so you could stop by the bathroom. When you emerged, you took Bucky's hand and all but pulled him back to his room where you immediately took up the same position as before. Bucky spooned in behind you, his hands doing the massage on your lower stomach, and you leaned into it.

It only helped marginally, but it was enough to get you to fall back asleep.

When you woke a few hours later you were drenched in sweat, and something else pooling between your legs. You attempted to crawl away from Bucky but only made it a few inches when the dizziness hit. You swayed on your arms for a moment before your face planted onto the covers beneath you. Bucky was right there, the drone of his voice scraping across your hazy mind. The dizziness brought with it a wave of nausea and you managed to crawl to the side of the bed, the reflection of your glowing purple eyes staring back at you from the dark wood floorboards as you swallowed back the tacos threatening to make a fucking reappearance.

Bucky's metal hand was cool on the back of your neck as his other hand pulled your hair back away from your face where it was plastered to your sweat slicked cheeks. You focused on that until your body gave you something else to focus on.

A fucking knife had wedged it way into your abdomen. It felt like your damn uterus was trying to claw its way out from the inside. Hell at this point, you'd let Bruce remove the damn thing if it meant stopping the pain. Crying out, you abandoned the edge of the bed to curl up into a ball, shoving your hands between your legs and cringing when you felt the blood there. You'd bled straight through everything. Unwanted tears formed in your eyes, and you squeezed them shut.

Bucky lifted you from the bed and you whined.

"Shhh. It's okay, Nel. I've got you."

He took you to the bathroom, running a bath while he undressed you before lowering you into the tub. You curled up on your side in the hot water, wishing it were cool. But you were too delirious to say anything.

Bucky left you for a couple minutes before coming back in and helping you clean up. When he got you back out of the water, he dried you off before setting you down on the toilet, placing your box of tampons on the counter next to you. If he stayed you didn't notice, going through the motions of switching out your blood soaked tampon and putting a new one in. When you were finished, Bucky was right there with a clean pair of underwear and a tank top, helping you get dressed before carrying you back to bed. You noticed he'd changed the sheets as you curled up on top of the cool fabric. When Bucky went to tuck you in, you kicked the comforter away.