Summary: Bucky gets hurt on a mission and it pisses y/n off but she can't understand why because she doesn't like Bucky.
Y/n's POV:
My ears were ringing and I couldn't see a single thing. I could hear someone yelling but wasn't sure who.
We were on yet another mission. This was my third this week and I was pretty tired by now. This one was supposed to be the last this week, at least for me.
But it didn't take long for things to go south and before I knew it we were surrounded by a group of mercenaries, fighting for our lives.
Bullets were flying everywhere.
I saw Natasha tasering two mercenaries while Clint was shooting them from a tree.
Bucky and I were fighting them hand to hand and trying to take down as many of them as possible.
It was just the four of us on this particular mission since it was supposed to be a reckon and not a full fledged fight.
As I was taking down the man in front of me, Clint shot down the guy attacking me from behind. Fucking cowards.
I turn back to look at Clint and nod a thank you.
But that proved to be a mistake since the second I turned back I was hit on the back of my head. I blacked out.
Next thing I know, Bucky was on top of me protecting me from the bullets flying towards me.
I wanted to thank him or say something but I couldn't. I soon realised it was Nat yelling at us to get out of the field. I understood why she told me to do that, since I was bleeding from my head but I didn't understand why she would want Bucky out of the field, until I saw blood trickling down his side.
Horror roiled in my gut as I took in his pained expression.
He took that bullet or bullets for me.
He was still on top of me so I couldn't move until he did. Neither could I push him since he was already in pain.
Somehow he managed to get himself off of me. He grabbed by hand and yanked me to my feet and together we ran towards the jet.
There weren't many mercs left so Nat and Clint would be fine, probably.
I turned to Bucky who was sitting across from me looking in a lot of pain.
I shake my head trying to clear it enough to help him.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
He only looked at me.
"Sorry. Stupid question." I answer my own question.
"Get the first aid kit." He grumbled.
I nod and reach for the kit.
I asked if he needed help but he denied. He still doesn't like to be touched by everyone, especially me since we don't get along very well.
He caught me looking at him and said"Come here"
As I went towards him he asked me to hold a pair of scissors and help him cut his suit down.
I did as he asked without question and helped him with whatever he asked me to do next, which wasn't much.
All that time I kept my mouth shut but he and I both knew what I wanted to ask.
"Go ahead," he said.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You want to say something. It's written on your face." he replied.
"You shouldn't have done that," I whispered, embarrassed.
"I would have done it for anyone" I stated.
I knew he was right but it didn't stop me from feeling a little hurt.
"You like others," I said softly.
"I like you," I replied.
"Wh-what?" I asked, completely baffled by his reply.
"I like you, enough to not want you to die." he cleared.
"Oh. Okay" I said. Something like disappointment hit me.
But I couldn't explain why. I didn't even like him.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I looked at him confused.
He points to my head and offers me a cotton ball to wipe the blood, but I remain frozen.
He has never been this nice to be before and now he was being so thoughtful and saying all the right things.
Why?
When I didn't take the cotton ball from him he started to wipe the blood himself. He couldn't move much because of the bullet wound but he was still trying to. I didn't want him to hurt himself more than he already had so I snatched the cotton ball from his hand, went back to my seat and waited for Clint and Natasha to come back.
They didn't take long after that and we left for the compound.
All that time I couldn't place why I was so bothered by Barnes' actions. He has been hurt on the field before. He has taken several bullets to protect his teammates and I was one of them.
Then why do I want to punch him for risking his life.
It's his life, he can do whatever he wants with it.
I shouldn't be bothered.
