𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒. ( 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 ) ✓

xliv. EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT

Bucky held a firm hand over the gaping wound in your stomach as blood stained the soft skin he'd always rest on in bed. Your lips became a deep crimson with blood pooling in your mouth as you tried to send an encouraging smile to your husband who was lingering over your dying body.

"Don't look at it, Buck." You raised your arm up with all the strength you could muster to turn Bucky's gaze from your bullet wound to your face.

"Talk to me."

"(Y/N), I don't know what to do. I don't want you to-"

"Not about that, silly. Talk to me about something fun." You could feel the air escaping your lungs and your heart rate slowing down. You were taking frequent breaths, loud gasps to prove it, but you were determined to make every second with the love of your life count.

"Talk about what, doll? What do you want to talk about?" Tears were glossing Bucky's eyes, at this point but his forced smile and rapid blinking made you understand he was trying to resist them.

"The future. Talk to me about the future." Your words were barely a whisper and you weren't even sure whether Bucky had heard you.

"The f-future?" You nodded. "Okay... we're gonna buy a new house. I've been looking actually. I don't wanna live with all of the others anymore and I found a nice place in a nice neighbourhood."

"Does it have an en suite, like I wanted?" Bucky lets out a hesitant laugh as your eyes begin to flutter between being open and closed.

"Yeah, it does. It has enough room for our kids. I always thought we'd have two. Maybe three. I know you really like kids."

"I do-" Your words are cut short by a cough scratching at your throat and when you give in to the sensation, a small amount of blood sputters from your mouth, leaving droplets on your chin. "Don't be sad."

"Don't do this, then. I want that damn future with you." You smile and, despite the growing pain, it's 100% genuine.

"What did you wanna name those kids?"

"I thought we could name the boy Steve. He really wanted that." Your head begins to loll but Bucky does his best to keep it upright as he holds you in his arms.

Your eyelids grow heavy but a smile ghosts your lips in content as the words of your future with Bucky grow quieter. Until they're silent.