Avengers Imagines

James Barnes #2

Working for S.H.I.E.L.D against Hydra after Director Fury was taken out by The Winter Soldier wasn't the nicest experience of my lifetime.

I lay in a hospital bed with a splitting headache and an ache in my left arm. The ache started just above my elbow.

I took one glance down at my arm just as the blackness consumed me.

' I lay under a pile of rubble pain shooting constantly through my left arm. Steve had disappeared after project insite was destroyed. One of the helicarriers crashing into the building I had been fighting some hydra agents in, crushing it to the ground.

"_____?!" The Winter Soldiers familiar voice shouted out.

"James?" I cried, my voice growing weaker as I felt myself fading.

"_____!" He cried as he found me.

"Where is Steve?" I whispered.

"He is safe, but none of your concern, we need to get you out of here." He said, removing the rocks as quickly as he could.

"But you remember?" I spoke barely loud enough to hear.

"Love does some crazy things. Whether its for your best friend or a girl..." He explained a light blush tinting his cheeks. "And love can break the worst things to bring the light into the world surrounded in darkness."

I felt myself hanging onto consciousness by a thread.

"And _____, you are that love... I love you." Was the last thing I heard him say... '

As I once again regained consciousness I looked around me. Beside me sat my good friend Natasha, asleep with her hand resting on her gun.

I smirked slightly.

And leaning against the wall opposite my bed staring directly at me was Bucky.

"Hi." I smiled.

He didn't reply, maybe what he said to me was incase I died? To give me a happy ending to my life? To remove all the heartbreak and to see me smile one last time?

I sat up aided by Sam.

"Where is Steve?" I asked.

A battered Steve came through in a hospital gown and jeans with a bunch of flowers.

"So the super solider was admitted to hospital too?" I teased.

"Of course. I'm getting used to the modern world." He smiled, kissing my forehead.

I caught Bucky and his face was covered in a scowl.

Steve coughed waking up Natasha who almost drew her gun at the silence breaker.

"We will leave you and Bucky here to speak... There are something's you have in common." Steve said, exiting followed by Nat and Sam.

"What do we have in common?" I asked confused.

"Your right arm and my left arm." He put bluntly.

"Your left arms metal... I cant have a me-" I broke into tears as I was created by a plastic prosthetic arm.

"Shh... _____ don't cry." He said rushing to my side and his right hand took my left hand. Giving it a tight squeeze.

"I have a prosthetic limb!" I sobbed.

"And so do I. I will help you fight this." He smiled.

"Why?" I sniffed.

"Because I lov-" he started.

"So you weren't just saying that?" I asked.

"Saying what?" He asked.

"You said you loved me in that building when you rescued me... I thought you were just saying it so i could die with a slight happiness to my life." I sighed, turning away.

"I would never lie to you." He whispered.

I turned to him in shock.

"If I died right now. I would be a happy man." He smiled, broadly as he connected his lips with mine...

(I know its not that good but i hope its ok... It also live up to me as I suffer a damaged shoulder...)