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Cross Country (4)

Warnings - talk of rape, blood, sickness, explosions, emotions, Bucky being upset, reader being upset.

Bucky was in a whirlwind of pain as his eyes finally opened. There was a warmth draped over him, almost like the safety of a blanket as he tried to snuggle into the bed and take in the roar of the fire. He could take the weight of everything another time if he could always wake up like this.

His eyes snap open once he finally catches his mind from running from him. There was a weight against his chest, the lump beneath the blanket only assuring him that you were close by and safe.

He can see the bruises littering half your face, your skin purple and blossomed in red and black as the cut the bat had done reaches to your hairline. Bucky runs a soft hand down your hair, breathing in a painful breath deep in his chest as the room finally stops spinning to take a look around.

Only to jump up when he realizes the safe house interior. The walls, thick with wood and fire still roaring healthily, you tucked into him, as if someone did it for you. Someone else was here, and you don't shift as you fall onto the hard floor he'd accidentally done from moving.

He spots the bags next to the door with both your shoes neatly next to them, rushing over and grabbing both guns from the pockets. He notices the missing one, immediately looking at you as you sleep. You're too peaceful like this.

Bucky's heart rate spikes as he skids next to you, turning you around and holding your head until you grunt and cough into him. Your eyes struggle to open. But once they land on him, you launch into his chest, holding him tightly.

"Hey," he whispers, too caught up in how close you are to notice the panic in your face. His hand absentmindedly moves down your back, and he misses everything the moment you pull away from him, hands recoiling back to his side. "What happened? Why are you so pale?" He can't stop himself from holding onto your face, inspecting your cheeks as if there was a spec of dirt. "Are you hurt?" He asks.

You can only shake your head, confusion taking over in your eyes as you look around the room. "He's not here," you whisper, jumping up and rushing to put the old shoes on. Blood has caked their way in them, but Bucky saw the immediate way you limped in pain, not the look of discomfort. "We have to go–before–before he comes back."

Bucky stops you from grabbing your backpack, holding back your waist as you tumble again. "Princess, wait," he whispers, too scared to speak any louder as you sway again. "Who? Princess, look at me. Are you hurt any further? What happened?"

The door opens before you could even explain yourself. A deep panic sunk in your chest as you pushed Bucky back to the floor, body humorously blocking his as you held your shoe up towards Sam, who just entered in the doorway with a look of concern.

Bucky sighs from behind you, but it wasn't out of fear, but relief. Still, he stands behind you, trying to make do with the fact that you were in so much shock, you tore open the stitches Sam must've done on your leg and are now bleeding out even more.

"Sam," he finally says, more softer, as if he only wanted you to hear, but you keep your shoe pointed at him, hands shaking, teeth chattering too fast to even get a solid breath in. "Glad to see you finally made it." Bucky reaches for you, careful not to startle you as his hand breaches your shoulder. "Princess," he whispers, hand traveling down your arm until it encases your own, "put the shoe down. You're safe."

"No–no." God you couldn't even fucking speak. The fear overtook you from the inside out, the pain starting to kick in as Sam holds his arms up. As if some boot would do that much damage. "He—Bucky, he–"

All you could remember was his hand on your back. The palm that burned through the layers and layers of clothes as if the memories were reaching out on the other side to meet his. Bucky wasn't any help, and now, you could barely feel his body as he pulled you closer, or see the defensive look on his face as he glared at Sam.