Bucky x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mention of Bucky losing his arm
Word count: 1,138
Summary: 1940's - What if they found Bucky after the fall? What if HYDRA never took him?
Authors Note: Neat little idea I had and I LOVE it!
"You promise that you'll both be safe?" Y/n was worried about her boys. Y/n and Peggy were very similar in the way they fought alongside the men. But they weren't allowed to go on every mission. When they couldn't be there it made the two women more anxious. Peggy worried about Steve, and Y/n worried for her friend Steve, but mostly for her husband Bucky. Jame Buchanan Barnes. The love of her life.
"We'll try." Steve smiled at his lifelong friend.
"We'll come back, doll." Bucky stated reassuringly. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "Promise."
"You can't promise that." Y/n wished she could just believe him but that's not how war works.
"I'll come back to you, doll. I promise and I'll bring this punk back with me." Bucky rested his forehead to her's, not a worry in his eyes. He truly believed the words he was telling her.
"We gotta go back." Steve spoke up standing next to Peggy. Steve smiled at Y/n as the couple pulled apart. "Bye, y/n/n. We'll be back soon."
Peggy and Y/n stood next to each other as the two women watched their men leave. Y/n couldn't help the feeling that something was gonna happen.
^ ^ ^
Y/n tired to keep busy, keep her mind off the fact that Bucky was in danger.
Luckily they came back before nightfall of the next day. Peggy and Y/n smiled as they saw Steve, knowing Bucky wouldn't be far behind. But when Y/n saw him on a stretcher that's when her heart rate picked up drastically.
"Bucky?" Y/n said out loud in shock at his state before her eyes. "Oh my God." she covered her mouth at the site of him missing his arm.
"He's stable, okay? They're gonna help him." Steve pulled y/n into him, comforting her the best he could. Steve held her tight hoping to calm her, knowing how scared she must be. Bucky was covered in blood and missing his arm.
"What happened Steve?" Y/n asked pulling back some to look up at the blonde. Peggy rested a comforting hand on Y/n's shoulder. Y/n was trying to keep her emotions in check. Be strong but it was getting increasingly harder.
"He got shot out of a train. I-I couldn't grab him in time and he fell." Steve stuttered as he explained, telling it just made it feel more real. Scarlier.
"It's not your fault." Y/n reached out to hold Steve's hands tightly, trying to comfort him. Knowing Steve he was taking all the blame for Bucky being hurt.
"It feels like it." Steve dropped into a nearby chair, putting his head into his hands.
Y/n sat beside him worried for Bucky as well, but also staying strong for Steve.
^ ^ ^
"Y/n?" Bucky said in a rough voice but loud enough for her to hear.
"Right here Bucky." Y/n spoke up scooting closer to his bed. Bucky had been out of it for a couple days. They had transferred him to a hospital in the city back in brooklyn the morning after they got back to base. Y/n hadn't left his side since.
"Where's Steve?" Bucky asked, turning his head to look at his wife.
"He's right outside." She told him lifting his hand to her lips.
"He's blaming himself isn't he?" Bucky grimaced, feeling more pain the more he woke up.
"Yeah." Y/n nodded sadly knowing Bucky doesn't even blame him for what happened. But Steve doesn't want to believe it.
"What do you remember?" Y/n questioned him, secretly hoping he didn't remember to much of the traumatic accident.
"I remember being shot at and hanging off the side of the train. Then nothing." He told her with a shake of his head and watery eyes.
Y/n explained to him what Steve had to her in the last couple days of what exactly happened. There were lots of tears shed. Y/n had Steve come in when Bucky was ready. The two talked and Bucky tried to assure Steve there was nothing he could have done.
Bucky had to say in the hospital for a couple weeks but once he left Bucky and Y/n had gotten a call from Howard to come to his lab. So the couple headed to Stark's lab to find out that Howard had been hard at work making a bunch of different prosthetic arms for Bucky that were incredibly advanced. He wanted Bucky to be able to have finger control, and to possibly have feeling from the arm, so he could feel hot and cold and touch almost as if it had nerves.
"How's it feel?" Howard asks, biting his thumb anxiously.
"Good. I can feel heat, cold, touch, just like you said." Bucky nodded honestly, he was really impressed and immensely grateful. Grateful for everyone's support, and all their hard work to help him.
"Great! That was the goal." Howard clapped with a huge smile. He felt relieved it had taken a lot of tries and hours to work it all out. But he wanted to give Bucky so normalcy back.
Howard walked away to give Bucky a moment.
Y/n walked closer to Bucky. "You okay?"
Y/n noticed Bucky's demeanor had dropped once Howard walked away.
"Hmmmhmm." He hummed not looking at her but at the metal arm now attached to him.
"Bucky I don't want to push but you have to talk to me." Y/n pleaded talking lowly so no one would hear her.
"Its not the same." Bucky mumbled, sadness evident in his voice. He honestly didn't expect it to be like his real arm, but still it was odd to feel things but feel them in a new way.
"It'll never be the same. But at least it's something and Howard is doing everything possible for it to be as much like your real arm as it possibly can be." Y/n felt bad for him but knew he didn't need pity. He needed support and someone to tell him the truth in a kind way.
"I know." Bucky nodded knowing she was right. The arm was made out of the same metal as Steve's shield, and it had a lot of features that wouldn't be around for many many decades.
"I still love you. Arm or not my love for you will never change." Y/n smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips lovingly, hoping to ease some of his insecurities that he is not used to having.
"I love you too. Thank you for sticking with me." Bucky smiled at her, grateful to have her with him. Staying by his side through everything.
"Always." Y/n promised. Nothing would separate them. Nothing.
