chapter thirteen

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Bucky had been waiting to hear how it went with Tony for hours now. He decided to call Steve and make sure everything was okay.

No answer. He called again.

No answer.

He started to worry that something happened. Before he left, Steve had given him the address to the motel he was staying at. Bucky decided to go check on him.

He knocked on the door but no one answered. "Steve? It's me." Still nothing. He knocked again. He tried jiggling the knob and noticed it was open.

"Steve?" he said as he slowly entered the room. Suddenly Bucky fell to his knees.

Steve was on the ground unconscious in a pool of blood. He saw his bloody left wrist and the blade in his right hand.

"Oh, Steve!" Bucky cried as he crawled to his side. "Please wake up!" He cradled his limp body in his arms. "Please."

Panicking, he knew he needed to call Tony. He grabbed Steve's phone and quickly dialed the number. Of course, Tony didn't answer, so he decided to text him.

steve❤️💍: this is an emergency
steve❤️💍: steve is dying

Tony looked down at his phone, confused at the text message. He decided to call.

"Hello? Steve, is everything okay?"

"Tony, this is Bucky Barnes-"

"So you're the asshole who took my husband away from me."

"Listen, please, Steve is hurt. Really bad. I need your help, please. He's dying."

"Oh my God. O-okay, I'm on my way."

Bucky texted Tony the address and he ran to his car.

...

By the time Tony arrived, the ambulance was already there putting Steve on a stretcher. He watched in horror as they took his sweet husband away.

"S-steve?"

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