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wRonG part two.

"Friday, she's okay, right?" Bucky couldn't remember the last time he had a panic attack. But he knew it would be you to give him one.

"I apologise, Mr.Barnes, I was told to keep you uninformed of Miss Y/L/N's whereabouts."

"For fucks sake, Y/N."

"Language, cap."

"Not now, Tony."

Bucky was still hyperventilating and it was only getting worse. He could've been with her. Goddammit, why wasn't he with her? "Bucky, you're gonna make yourself pass out. Look at me, what's wrong?"

His eyes were bloodshot already, and he could barely speak. "I-I shoulda I-i should've been...I should've been with-with her."

Gasps were turning into hiccups, and Bucky's body was giving up on him. "Tony, help me get him to the couch."

Almost as soon as they stood him up, everything slowed and Bucky's head fell back. "Oh god, he's much heavier when he's dead weight, shit."

"It's the arm." Steve murmured, laying his panic stricken friend on the couch.

"Friday, give me Y/N's location, now." Tony demanded. "Miss Y/L/N is in the infirmary I believe, Mr. Stark."

"Steve, go see her."

"Hey, stranger." You smiled, wincing as a nurse casted your foot. "Hey, Steve."

"Finish the mission?" You nodded. "All by myself. Shows that asshole."

"You know he didn't mean it right? He's not good with handling feelings."

"I know. But that doesn't give him the right to undermine my authority and leadership." Steve nodded, seeing easily where you were coming from. "It doesn't. You're right."

"Is he okay? Friday told me that something was wrong when I got here."

"It was an intense panic attack. I don't really know why, all I got before he passed out was: 'I should've been with her.'"

"He passed out? Ow." You waved the nurse off as she apologised. "Yeah, Tony's up watching him now."

"Okay." Steve sat down beside you, watching the nurse wrap the blue material around your ankle.

He wondered if you going on this mission was you proving something, or you hurting yourself because you thought Bucky was right. Either way, you had done it well. He'd have to send you to psyche if you had hurt yourself intentionally, but you did good.

"How'd that happen?"

"Got ambushed when I was leaving." You squeezed his hand as she moved to bandage your abdomen. "Couldn't escape the blast fast enough."

"Did you go slow on purpose, Y/N?" You stared at Steve in shock. "No! Of course not! This wasn't a suicide attempt..I swear."

"You know I had to ask."

"Yeah, I guess. Steve, you should know, I-"

"Y/N! Y/N!" Your head shot up, wincing at the laughter your disoriented boyfriend caused. "Bucky?"

"Oh god, you're okay." You smiled, resting your hand on his cheek, and pulling his forehead to yours.

"I'll give you two a minute." Steve excused himself when neither of you replied.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean shit of what I said to you. I was just scared because you got hurt and I-"

"I know." Bucky sighed, opening his eyes. "You're okay."

"I'm okay."

"You were right."

"I know."