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Bucky Barnes AU

"Look, I've come to terms with it," I say as I urgently burst into the lounge, making my way to the coffee machine. "I'm not meant to have one and that's okay," I say with a small smile crossing over my features.

I grab a styrofoam cup from the countertop and pour myself some of the caffeinated liquid. Thinking that I won't have time to prepare my perfect cup, I gulp down the coffee, desperately wanting it to kick into my system. Once the final drop enters my mouth, I sigh in content and throw the cup away. I turn around, leaning myself against the counter as I look to my coworker who took a seat at the table.

"It's just sad, you know. You're missing so much by giving up," she says as she leans forward in her chair and rests her arms on the table.

"It's not giving up, Ann. It's focusing on myself and others around me," I respond. "I'm happy with that. I wish you would just understand that," I finish.

A moment of silence passes before Ann nods and rests her head on the table. I take a deep breath and roll my neck, attempting to release all the built up tension that's been building up for the past several hours. I hear a few cracks and instantly, my entire body feels better from the release. My hands find themselves on the back of my neck as I lowly start humming to myself and move around the lounge in a dancing manner to the slow, melodic beat I created.

"I don't understand how you still have all this energy," Ann says, just barely audible for me to hear.

I giggle and continue to move about the room. "It's the caffeine," I calmly say. My arms are now moving as freely as my feet.

It's now Ann's turn to giggle. "You're insane," she says as she stands up and walks over to the coffee machine.

"Is it insanity or blissfulness?" I ask.

"Insanity."

"Well, that's one woman's opinion," I say, stopping to look at her. My small smile from before now a little bigger.

Just as quick as the smile came, it was gone. A sore pain took place on my right arm. Soon, the same pain took place over the rest of my body. "Ow, ow, ow," I whisper, quickly making my way over to a near by chair to sit down.

"Are you okay?" Ann asks, quickly finding her way near me. She kneels down so she's now eye level with me.

"It feels like I'm someone's punching bag," I say. My left hand begins to rub my right arm.

Ann grows a wicked smile on her face. "Do you think?"

"No, no. This has happened before," I say, my teeth gritting together as the pain continues to happen. "Since I was baby even, so unless you're saying he, she, or them is a ninety-something years old, I doubt it," I say, now glaring at her. Ann was always very adamant about me finding my soulmate and there were always those days when she crossed the line.

"I think that'd be very comical," she says, trying to her keep hopes alive. "Would you like some ice packs? To numb the pain, I mean?" she asks, now sympathetic.

I nod and she walks over to the freezer to grab some. "Turn on the news, please," I say, remembering that every time I feel pain, there's always some sort of world disaster.

Ann gives me a confused look, but she does so anyways before making her way back to me. She hands me the packs she could find as the TV screen comes to life. We both turn to see that my instincts were, in fact, correct.

"Son of a gun," I say, watching the events unfold. "We should head down the ER," I say as I put down the ice packs and stand up.

"Attention to all doctors and nurses available, please head down to the ER immediately," a voice over the intercom says while our pagers go off at the same time.

Ann and I look to each other and run out of the lounge. We soon find ourselves among our other coworkers who are looking on to our Chief of Surgery giving us a brief summary of what to expect for the next several hours.

"I would expect nothing less," I say just under my breath, trying to mentally prepare myself for upcoming traumas.

The Chief finishes his speech and we all disperse to prepare our stations. Only minutes later the sirens of the first arrivals are in hearing distance. The doctors rush out while the nurses, including myself, stay back, anxiously waiting.

"I hate the waiting game," I whisper in Ann's ear.

"I do, too," she responds.

We give each other one last look before the first few of injured souls come through the door. Along with several other nurses, I run over and find a doctor and now patient to help. We rush over to one of the stations and begin our work to keep the patient alive.

All of the sudden, a loud thud was heard just outside the doors. Without hesitation, I make my way over to the hospital's doors when I suddenly feel like someone stabbed in between my ribs. I grip my side and bend down in pain. My teeth are grinding against each other as I let out an unsettling groan.

The stabbing-like pain becomes the least of my worries when an explosion happens, causing the walls to shatter which sends the doors to come off their hinges and send me backwards. One of the pieces from the wall landed on my right ankle. I instantly knew it was broken, if not shattered, from the impact.

My vision started to fade in and out, but I saw a black figure grabbing his ankle as if it was broken. I wanted to move to help him, but due to my predicament, I wasn't able to. I have to settle for the next best thing.

"Hey, are you okay?" I say as loudly as I can. At this point, my vision has made everything blurry and I can't make out any of their features. I could barely tell if they were even looking my way.

The only thing that gives me any indication they heard was the fact that the black, blurry spot got bigger and bigger. They were heading over to me, but any contact with them would be short as I began to feel my eyelids get heavier and heavier.

"Hey, hey, hey. Keep your eyes open," a calm, deep voice whispers.

I shake my head. "Too much pain," I respond.

If he was under any type of pain, he didn't sound like it at all. "I'll get you out from underneath, okay?" He asks and I somehow manage to muster up a nod. "What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Y/N," he says. I can almost hear the smile in his voice. "I'm Bucky."