(Requested by compulsivestyles )
Bucky isn't the one on the team who panics. Sure, he has close calls and a spike of fear streaks up his spine, but he pulls himself out and that's the end of it.
But he can't control the paralyzingly panic choking him as you hold up your hands, a gun shoved in your face as the HYDRA agent forces you back into the wall along with the other hostages.
There's other agents with automatics in their hands, eyes sharp as they scans the surroundings, preventing Bucky and the others from storming the compound.
"She'll be fine, Buck. She knows what she's doing," Steve murmurs quietly, giving him a reassuring pat on the back and presses his comm. "Nat, Clint, you in position?"
"You know it," Clint says. "Ready?"
"Just shoot your arrows and get (Y/n) out of there," Bucky mutters, screwing an eye shut and steadies the snipers aim. "Now,"
And then chaos breaks out. Arrows are soaring through the air, creating a thick blanket of black smoke, bullets are shot at the random aiming at nothing in particular.
Bucky takes down the HYDRA agents, not missing once. He searches with the magnifier through the smoke and spots you ushering the hostages outside into safety.
He takes a deep breath, about to smile in relief, but then a single gun shot rings out you fall abruptly.
Bucky jumps up, breath catching in his throat as you don't move and you just. Lay there, on your side.
"(Y/n)!" Bucky shrieks, leaping off the railing and nearly breaks his ankles at the speed he's scaling the stairs. He doesn't know if you had gotten shot in the head, throat, stomach. But you dropped like a person getting a bullet to the brain does. Trust Bucky to know what that looks like. "(Y/n)! We have to-"
Another gun shot and Bucky immediately drops to his knees, turns, and sees a stray HYDRA agent falling on to his face mid-step.
"You're welcome!" Steve shouts from the distance, waving from behind the sniper.
Bucky would've said thank you, but his thoughts are scrambled as he hesitantly touches your shoulder and pulls you into your back. You cough, scaring Bucky half to death. He topples backwards, huffing when you unbutton your shirt and rip off the bullet imbedded in the vest.
"Jesus," you groan, and Bucky laughs when you squint your eyes. "That hurt. Like, really hurt,"
He grins, pulls you to your feet and hugs you tightly.
