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The What If Game

"Steve, what if she doesn't wake up? What if she hates me?" Bucky rubbed his hand down his face and pushed his hair out of his face.
"Bucky, she's going to be fine." Steve said for the thousandth time.
"How can you say that Steve?! I choked her! I almost killed her!" He stood up and slammed the door on his way out of the room.

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The first thing you registered was white. White furniture and beeping. Your eyes fluttered open more and you saw Steve.
"S-Steve?" Your voice was hoarse and raspy. He immediately rushed over to you.
"Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?"
"Like hell." He smiled a bit before handing you a glass of water. You took it gratefully before realizing that Bucky wasn't there. "Hey Steve?"
"Mhm?"
"Where's Bucky?" His face fell. It only made you more curious.
"He, he uh...he's not here Y/N. He's been a bit out of it lately." You frowned as you remembered the events from last night.

Bucky was having a nightmare. You walked into the living room to find him crying, asleep on your couch. He continued to cry as you stroked his hair trying to get him to wake up.
"Buck, it's ok. I'm here, your safe." He woke up suddenly and his metal hand wrapped around your throat. You tried to tell him to stop but he only squeezed tighter.
"B-Buc-cky. Stop p-p-please. James! Stop! James please..." He released you and you dropped to the ground unconscious.

"It wasn't his fault. He knows it." Steve nodded and looked at his hands.
"I tried to tell him Y/N, I really did but he won't listen." Tears stung your eyes and you sat up. The monitors around you started beeping frantically as you ripped out your IV. "Y/N! Stop. You're going to make it worse." You ignored him and stepped out the door. As you walked down the hallway you saw someone enter through the doors and turn to face you. Bucky.

Shock plastered across his face as you ran towards him, tears streaming down your face.
"Y/N?" You jumped into his arms and he held you there.
"Bucky." He breathed in the scent of your shampoo as he hugged you tightly, his  metal arm wrapped around your wrist.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you." Doctors stared at you as they walked past. You couldn't help but imagine how you looked. A girl in a hospital gown with clear bruises on her neck and an ex-assassin with a metal arm. You laughed.
"Buck it's ok, I forgive you. I love you." He stared at you.
"What?"
"James Buchanan Barnes I love you." Your voice cracked and tears spilled over his cheeks once again.
"I love you too."
"What?" You both smiled as he kissed you.
"That's my line."