Marvel Povs

You didn't save me

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Sam and Bucky stood there looking up at the sky, or more accurately, the force field protecting Wakanda from the looming threat of a siege they all knew was coming.

Bucky held his gun with a deft, learned confidence, but the jittery bouncing of his leg told a different story. He was nervous. Sam knew this, and as ever, he tried to help.

"Buck, they probably won't even be here. We have no reason to believe Y/N would have joined Thanos. They're more likely dead."

That didn't help. 

Bucky's face fell with that last sentence, the mention of the possible death of his sibling twisting the knife in his heart, more so than their betrayal. Despite everything, he didn't want Y/N dead.

"I'd rather them with Thanos, than dead Sam. At least then we could save them, help them maybe, it's my fault in the first place. I can fix it. I have to"

Sam nodded, thinking deeply as he stared at the enigma that was Bucky Barnes. He knew so much about the man, yet so little still. Hell, he'd only found out that he had a living sibling yesterday, one that had trained with him for years, and could now be a major threat to the universe, maybe the entire multiverse, if they'd sided with Thanos, like avenger intel suggested.

A boom crashing against the force field above startled Sam suddenly from his thoughts. He looked up, seeing nothing but sky and an explosion of smoke which stopped suddenly about 300m above their heads. His eyes returned to Bucky, and Bucky's eyes met his in a nervous, but knowing glance. They knew who this was.

Only one person would be brave - or stupid - enough to think it even remotely possible to enter Wakanda, and it's soon to be raging battle, from the most protect area, the heart of Wakanda, the citadel, where Sam and Bucky were now stood, waiting.

A second explosion rang out, sounding like thunder over the clear skies.
The force field cracked, not enough to fit any kind of space craft through, but the integrity was certainly compromised, another shot at it and their ships might start coming through.

Static blurred they're senses, as their comms began to scream in their ears, as if they too were afraid of what was to come.

"1, 2, 3," a hauntingly familiar voice called out over the comms.

"Shit," Bucky said, fear evident in his voice.

"What..what is it?" Sam questioned, fear and unease frowning in him, with the fear of his friend who he had previously, subconsciously, thought couldn't feel fear.

Bucky kept his eyes on the skies above him, drawing in a panicked breath as he took a step back.

Sam looked up, mirroring Bucky, trying to figure out what had him so spooked, and why the third explosion hadn't clattered against the Wakandan shield yet.

He thought he saw something falling from the sky, but he couldn't be sure.

"Just my warning. See you soon," the voice spoke again, responding to Sam's previous questions.

Thud! Feet struck the ground in a swift, fluid movement, too quick for Sam to follow.

"Soon," said the figure.

"Y/N," Bucky breathed out, shock etched clearly in his usually solemn features.

Y/N drew out a hand gun with a trained elegance, pointing it at Bucky, ignoring Sam and his open mouthed gape.

How? Sam thought in utter befuddlement. They must be even better than Bucky, or Steve for that matter, if they'd seriously just jumped, from a plane, through a gap in the Wakandan force field, fallen over 300 meters, and then landed with graceful ease right in font of Sam and Bucky, and the citadel behind. Hell, what were they up against?

"What.....what have they done to you, please come back to us, we can help you. I can help you. I just want my sibling back, please." Bucky spoke in tone Sam had never heard from him before, it was desperate, sad, unsure. He held a machine gun in his arms, but kept it decidedly down, not returning Y/N's greeting gesture.

Y/N seemed unconvinced, unbothered.

"What, so I can be like you, brother? Reformed and ready to help fight for the good guys. No thanks. I'm good where I am, and I will never help those 'Avengers', not after all they've done, certainly not 'Captain America', that coward."

Y/N's speech turned bitter, as they moved their finger to the trigger. They smiled and tilted their head, and pulled the trigger.

And with that their own battle erupted, at the base of the citadel, away from the established battlefield.

Bucky quickly threw up his arm and ducked, falling to the floor. Sam reacted by ejecting his wings and swooping down over Y/N, aiming to crash a wing into them.
Y/N moved with a deft agility. Seeing Sam soaring over toward them, they sidestepped the wing to move in between the Falcon's wings, running and jumping at Sam.
They grabbed his shoulders with one hand, gun still in the other, to swing around, landing on his back. Sam sped up, flying higher, trying to knock them off. It didn't work.

They shot their gun twice, in quick succession, at the middle and back of the Falcon's wings, sending him twirling down to ground in an uncontrolled spiral.
Y/N stood lightly on their feet, and vaulted into a backflip landing safely on the ground as the Falcon continued to hurl toward the earth with wings smoking and crackling unhelpfully.

Bucky stood facing Y/N.
"Sorry," Bucky raised his gun.
"No you're not," Y/N raised a new gun in her other hand, and fired up, straight up into the air.

Bucky hesitated, but his finger eventually found the trigger as he shot, into the empty air in front of him. Y/N was gone.

No. They were behind him, flying away, the gun had been a grappling hook, they'd shot a ship.
And now they were flying right toward the citadel, throwing themselves through a window, and into the building.

They really had found the most direct root.
Bucky knew he should run and catch them, but he'd be useless in a fight against them, they were his weakness. Instead he went to check on Sam.

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Yeah, idk what this is. Saw a TikTok and wrote it slightly based off that.
It's by @marvel.3000.mcu, if you wanna watch it.

Pls comment, vote, give feedback, correct mistakes in the comments, etc etc.

Lmk any prompts or ideas you want me to write.