My Patriot

8. My Protection

Around one year has passed. You and Bucky became an item or that's what everyone else calls you, you both preferred the term 'in love'.

Azzano, Italy

"Catch!" you shouted throwing your bag out of the window of on the second story, "There's some more hostages on the third level. I'm gonna try to get up the stairs!"

"You don't have enough time!" Bucky shouted back at you from the ground.

"It's not like it's a burning building! I can fight. Let me do my job!" as if on cue gunfire spread across the floor above you. Your heart broke a little at the screams, "Don't you dare drop me!"

"Never!" you back up to get a head start running. Soon your feet where out the window in a free fall mode. When you landed, Bucky stumbled a few steps before balancing and placing a kiss to your temple.

"See, caught you!"

"You did- let's go!" you jumped out of his arms and ran towards the wagons. You were running as fast as you could as bullets whizzed past you, "James! North! Go North!"

"But the cars are over there?"

"Sniper, 10 o'clock!" You shouted losing your balance, but scrambling to stand up.

"Understood, we'll take the road back later? You alright?"

"It's just scraped knees! Calm down!"

"Sorry!" He called back. Again, the two of you were running with the end point behind you. Almost an hour went by with you tirelessly running. The gunfire had died down, but there still was some. Bucky could tell that you were struggling, but let you keep your pride for the most part. That was until your knees gave out and you crashed onto the floor "(Y/N)?"

"I'm sorry... let's go-" you tried to stand again, but you're legs wouldn't carry you.

"Sit down!" Bucky called to you, dropping his bag and yours to sit with you, "You've been running like a mad woman. I can't believe you lasted this long-" you eyed him coldly, "Okay, fine 'don't underestimate me' but seriously, are you okay?"

"My legs hurt and my chest is tight and my head is pounding, but we have to get back, so-"

"It's nearing midnight, you should get some sleep," He laid down on the grass before pulling you onto him, "Go to sleep..."

"I can't... James, we need to go!"

"No," he sighed as if in defeat, "don't you dare tell anyone..." you were confused for two seconds before he began to sing to you. You hadn't ever heard him sing, so you always assumed he couldn't, but like most things, you were wrong. his soft voice was instantly lulling you into sleep, his hand combing through your hair rhythmically.

"Yes, you're lovely
With your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight"

You awoke to a gun piercing through the air. Bucky still had one arm around you, the other clutching a gun pointed just to the left of you, "James?"

"Quiet-" Soon another bullet went flying, only this time, it wasn't from Bucky's gun. He slammed you against the floor probably bruising your arm as he did so, but that was better than what could have come from the little silver pellot that blew inches from your face.

Another bullet hit Bucky's gun just by chance. He pulled his hand away quickly, tossing the destroyed machine. he grabbed another one from his bag, but he wasn't fast enough.

Two sets of arms grabbed yours and you screamed. Bucky went to shoot them as well, but men had grabbed him aswell send a bullet through his leg to prevent any retaliation.

You continued to scream until the butt of a gun smacked your temple knocking you out. The end of your screams sent Bucky into his, "Don't you dare touch her! Get off of her!" a few choice words also escaped his lips.

You gained consciousness once again right before entering some kind of a cell.

It was packed with other men and you tried not to collapse on the floor when they pushed you in and locked it once again. Another man helped you stand up although he basically was just carrying you, "Are you alright?"

You shook your head slightly as he set you down on the floor. Your head rested against the side of the bars, "Where am I?"

"HYDRA, darling, what's your name?"

"(Y/N)," you whispered as you opened your eyes slowly, "And you?"

"Robert..."

"Robert?!" your eyes quickly adjusted as you tried to focus on his face, "Oh- sorry... you- my ex was named Robert..."

"No harm done. I get it, but I don't think I'm that Robert. I'd remember if I ever had you...Can't really forget this kind of face."

"Well, you've already turned out to be much more than he's worth... Do you know where I could find a James Barnes?"

The men exchanged looks, "What does he look like?"

"Tall, brunette, gorgeous face... he was wearing a green shirt I think..."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), but he's probably not coming back..."

"Coming back? From what?"

"It's a long story..."