Riley's Girl

Y/N...

-Sam's Perspective-

Not fully comprehending why Bucky left in the way he did. I look properly at the shield and I understand. 

He couldn't stand to be in the same room as the two people responsible for the way the shield now looked. As I picked it up and saw the blood and dents on the one side that John used by the fountain. 

Raising myself onto a knee and resting the timeless shield on that knee, I wipe and wipe and wipe at the blood that stained the one thing Steve left to me to protect and feel my heart growing heavy. 

I let him down. 

I let her down. 

I let them down. 

I let myself down. 

-Bucky's Perspective-

I needed to get out of there, but honestly I had grew to respect and care for Y/N. Steve and Sam would have had fights over her. He would have hated what Sam had put her through and so do I. 

As I head down some stairs heading into town to find some kind of transport to get to Y/N I pick up my phone and give her a little update and see if she needs help. 

"Hey Y/N. We got it back. Walker's dealt with. Where are you?" I ask, passively. Awaiting a response. 

"Bucky. Little busy." She breathlessly gets out. I already don't like this. "But remember that thing I told you about? Zemo has the package by the lake." she coughs "And his transport is there too. White wolf knows what to do." she coughs again.

Restless and tired "Y/N come on. Let me help you." you plead. 

"This is helping me." she protests.

"He won't like this. You know that right?" I ask. "Just tell me where you are." Now demanding, becoming frustrated. 

"Bucky... please. I know what i'm doing. This is personal, sort that fore me. You'll find Karli soon enough." she begs. Pleads. Desperate.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" confusion takes over your earlier frustration. The line suddenly goes deathly quiet. No response, no sniffles, no breathing. Nothing. "Y/N? Y/N?" Now you were worried. "Come on talk to me."

"I'm sorry Y/N is preoccupied right now. She's taking a little nap. If you'll excuse me. I've got work to do." Karli speaks down the phone, the taunting tone, the arrogance sends a surge of anger screaming through you. 

"What have you done?" 

"Self-preservation. Goodbye James."

You promptly hang up the phone and run to find someway to get to her. To help her. You felt you owed her that much.