Torn {Bucky Barnes FanFic}

Chapter 35

There was something there, of course; something had stopped me. Whatever it was, it was invisible. Suddenly, the air below me rippled, and a quin-jet began to appear.

"Holy shit," I muttered as the jet's cloaking device finished turning off.

"Get in it!"

Scott's voice brought me back to reality, and I noticed the emergency exit window on top of the jet was wide open. I crawled over as fast as I could on one arm, the other leaving a trail of blood behind me as I went. When I reached the window I slid into it and dropped right into the pilot's seat. The exit window closed, and the jet instantly shot upwards. I screamed as the force from the sudden movement knocked me off the seat and my arm hit against the control board.

"Cara? Cara, you're breaking up." Scott sounded worried as I forced myself back into the seat. "Switch over to the quin-jet comms."

I reached forward and grabbed the wireless headset from the dashboard, quickly putting it on. After pressing the button on the side of the headset, I strapped myself in to keep myself from flying around the cabin.

"Cara? Cara, are you back?"

"Yeah," I said quietly. "Yeah, I'm in the jet. Good thinking, by the way."

"Thanks. I was able to hack into the transportation systems at Stark Tower and this jet's system. Autopilot is all set to bring you to a clearing in the woods about twenty minutes from the house on the edge of your property. It'll probably be a bit of a rough landing, but Wanda is going to meet you there."

"Okay, thanks," I replied faintly.

I painstakingly pulled my ripped and bloody jacket from my body and looked down at my arm, instantly feeling the urge to puke. Tony had shot me in the shoulder, right below my collarbone. It was bleeding a lot, and while I knew it wasn't too far of a ride, I also knew that I needed to do something about it. I must have made a noise or something upon seeing the wound, because Scott instantly knew something was wrong.

"Cara, what's going on? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Uh, I'm fine," I replied uneasily. "Natasha almost tore my leg out of my hip and Tony shot me in the shoulder, but I'm fine."

"What?!"

"Shut up; I'm fine," I snapped. "I'm sure there's something I can use here to fix it."

I unbuckled my seatbelt and stood up shakily, quickly adjusting to the jolting of the aircraft. I limped over to the small emergency cabinet and tore it open, pulling out the first aid kit.

"Did you find something?"

"Well if you could shut up for five minutes and let me look maybe I could figure it out," I mumbled.

I opened the kit and found some bandages, dropping the rest of the box. I pressed them against my shoulder and they were instantly soaked with blood. Pain shot through my entire body, and I shoved a piece of gauze in my mouth to keep myself from screaming. After a few minutes, I spit out the gauze that had become bloodied by my busted lip and wrapped more bandages around my shoulder haphazardly. I secured it with a stray bobby pin I'd found in my pocket and made my way back to the seat. I sat back, keeping one hand over my shoulder.