Better For Me

.part nine.

You opened your eyes and thanked whatever God there was above that Bucky was still beside you. The night before had been calmer than any other night since he'd come home from the hospital but the way he held you hadn't changed. The last couple of months had been tough on you but most definitely him. He had little to no sleep usually but the night before had been a first where he slept all the way through. You noticed his facial hair had grown thicker and you felt a throb between your legs.

"I can feel you staring at me." He groggily said, you laughed and placed a kiss on his collarbone,

"Sorry." You got up and straddled him, placing a kiss on his lips. You notice his face fall as he put his one hand upon your hip, "Hey," you kiss his injured arm, "you're still my Bucky, it's okay." He sighed as you brought his one hand to your lips,

"Are you happy? With this?"

"I am, very," You kiss him again, "and, hey, I only need five fingers." You whispered in his ear. He bites his bottom lip before flipping you over with a smirk,

"It's 9 AM, doll, you really wanna play that game?"

"Maybe." You giggled,

"You're getting too mouthy for my liking." He says before attacking your body with kisses.

After an eventful morning, Bucky feels alive, although he's disadvantaged right now, he knows with you by his side, he will never feel anything less than love. You exited the bathroom in only jeans and a black bra. You were met with a cup of coffee in Bucky's hand. You gave him a kiss and thanked him. You took a sip and placed it on your vanity. Slipping on a loose off shoulder top, you chug down the now warm coffee and meet your boyfriend outside the apartment.

No words were spoken during the car ride to the hospital, just the soft sound of the music from the radio.

Arriving at the Stark Tower, you both looked at each other and took a deep breath. You entered the automatic doors to the busy lobby.

"James Barnes?" You were both greeted by a slickly dressed man, he took off his tinted sunglasses,

"You can call me Bucky." He nods,

"I'm Tony Stark," He shakes both of your hands, "both of you can follow me, your fitting is ready, Bucky." You both followed the man and the blonde-haired woman beside him who was filling you in on what was happening on your day. You entered the room and you were met with some people Pepper called the 'Advanced Arm Technologists'. They sat your boyfriend down and he took off his shirt. He kept his eyes on you as they fitted the metal limb on his warm skin. He shivered. The men nodded at Tony who, at once, walked over to Bucky, "Alright, so, once we get this on, there will be scarring, you can back out now if you want." He took one look at you as you mouthed 'I love you',

"Let's do it." Before you knew it, Bucky was transferred to the nearest hospital.

Hours passed by after Bucky's transfer. You bit your nails anxiously and just in time, a doctor came out of his room, making you stand up.

"Miss Y/N?" He asks in a confirming tone, you nod, "He's stable now. He will need rehabilitation for his arm but there shouldn't be any problems. You may go in now." You smiled as you entered the room. You sat by the bed and waited up for him. He woke up an hour later to your adoring eyes.

"Hey." You said, "How're you feeling?"

"Weird."

"You wanna take a look?" You sniffled as your eyes teared up, he lifted up his arm from the sheets and closed and opened his fist,

"Holy shit..."

"You okay?"

"This is fucking cool." You laughed with relief, wiping away the tears from your eyes,