Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

My Love Pt. 3

Your house was empty when Sam went in. The bedroom window was wide open and the curtains were blowing in the cold winter breeze. You were so close to being free, but that fucking psycho managed to get away again.

Sam wrapped a blanket around your shoulders and helped you climb into the back of the ambulance. Peter took a seat on the stretcher beside you and grabbed your hand with both of his. The paramedic took your vitals and looked over your neck as Sam started asking you questions.

"Y/n, can you give me any type of description?"

You shook your head. Your throat was on fire and even the thought of talking hurt.

"Nothing at all?"

"He was taller than Bucky. Maybe a couple inches. The sleeve on his hoodie raised up enough to see he was white." You croaked out.

Your vocal cords felt like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together and you sounded like someone who had smoked two a packs a day for the last fifty years. But you needed to tell him what happened. You swallowed and a look of agony contorted your face.

"When I opened my closet, the wedding dress was there. I turned and saw him. He had his hood pulled up and a red and black mask covering his face. I couldn't get out because he was blocking the door." You coughed hard as your throat seized up.

"Ma'am, you really need to rest your voice. You've sustained trauma to your throat and vocal cords."

"I need to tell them." You pushed through the pain and looked back at Sam.

"He backed me against the wall. Wanted me to go with him. Told him I couldn't. Then he grabbed my throat. Said he liked that I fought back. He thought I wanted to live for him." You shivered as you coughed hard again.

"Y/n! Where the hell is she?" You heard Bucky yelling outside the ambulance.

"Over here, Buck!" Sam called out.

Bucky appeared at the ambulance door and froze. Your skin was blotchy and the whites of your eyes were bloodshot. The skin around your neck was red and starting to bruise.

"Oh my God, doll." Bucky whispered.

He clamored into the ambulance and Peter moved for him to sit beside you.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here." He whispered.

As soon as his arms wrapped around you, your tears began to fall. The stress of the night took over and the adrenaline you were running off of drained from your body. Bucky kissed the top of your head and his arms tightened around your waist. He should've been with you. You wouldn't have been hurt if he had just been with you. He leaned back to look down at your face and wipe your tears away.

"It's okay, doll. I'm here." He kissed your forehead and then looked at Sam and Peter. "What the hell happened?! You were supposed to clear the fucking house!"

"We did, Detective Barnes." Peter rushed out.

"Not fucking good enough apparently." Bucky spat.

"Bucky stop." Your voice was hoarse, but you put as much force behind it as you could. "They were in the house for fifteen minutes before they let me go in. He had to be hiding somewhere they wouldn't think to check."

"Don't talk, doll. You need to rest your voice."

Bucky's eyes flitted over your face and then fell down to your neck. His fingers brushed gently across your throat causing you to wince. Sam looked at Peter and nodded his head to the side, silently telling him they needed to give you two some privacy.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Y/n. I-"

"It's okay, Bucky. You were working."

"But I wasn't working, doll."