Friends With Distance || Bucky x Reader

Chapter Thirteen

A/N: Over 2500 words, fight scene and wounds ahead, aLSo pHAT smut oOSP

You closed the door behind you and took a couple steps toward the man. Your steps were gentle and you only walked a little bit at a time. You waited for him to make the first move, as you were trained. You saw his fist ball up and swing; you slid in between his legs on the floor and pushed his leg, causing him to fall down. You were now beside his bed, you reached under the mattress and took out his hidden knife. You stood up, facing him and you saw him jump up and attempt to fall onto you; however, you fell back on your hands and kicked your legs up, causing him to be smashed into a wall. You chuckled as it took him a while to get back up.

You pulled him by his hair and pushed him back into the wall, allowing him to bang his head.

"Listen, asshole. My boyfriend is in there so you better let him get out for a lil chat cause he has to save the world, instead of wasting his time, fighting me in his bedroom." you snarled and held the knife along his neck.

All this man did was smirk as he twisted your wrist behind your back, taking the knife from you and pushing you down onto the floor. As you saw him lean down, you turned your body so you faced him and then did a back flip, landing on your feet in front of him. You ran up to his bed and jumped off of it and onto his shoulders. You straddled him and you yanked out the ceiling fan cord, which you used to attempt to strangle him. He used his metal arm to push through the thin space between the wire and his neck; and the other hand was used to drive the knife into your thigh. You rolled your eyes at his action, "still being a dickhead, aren't we?" you scoffed and quickly pulled back the wire and tied it around the wound, giving it some pressure although not much at all. You, then took the knife out and aimed it down to hit his knee. You smiled as he felt the same pain as you now did. You quickly shifted your body to straddle only one shoulder and with that, you used your back leg to kick his back and he fell to the floor, causing the knife to run deeper. You fell back onto the bed and ripped apart a piece of his blanket which you then, tightened it over the wound.

You ripped off another piece and quickly limped over to the winter soldier on the floor, you turned him over and got on top of his stomach, your back faced toward him. You pulled the knife out and used it to cut off the material around the wound. You tightened the piece of fabric around his knee and turned around so you faced him again. He had fell unconscious; you slapped him across the face which jolted him awake, causing you to quickly force the knife upon his neck again. The man only groaned and shut his eyes again, "which one Bucky am I talking to?" you questioned, staying as alert as possible.

The man opened his eyes and they were clear but you didn't let your guard down just yet. "(Y/N).", the man softly said to you. Your brows furrowed but your position didn't change. "How do I know it's really you?" His eyes met yours and small smile came across his face, "you told me once that when you were little and you were learning more about the army and fighting techniques from videos, you accidentally punched your sister's tooth out as you two were play fighting." he began to laugh quietly before his hands slowly crept up onto your waist. You immediately tossed the knife across the room, cupped his face and smashed your lips together. You pulled back with a smile spread across your face, "you're back." He nodded, "I'm back."

You stood up from his stomach and then he noticed the blood on your knee with the fabric wrapped around it and his brows furrowed, "Son of a bitch." You reached down for his hand when you realized his reaction to your wound, "Oh, that's nothing, wait until you see how bad yours is." You chuckled trying not to get him too upset and tried to grab his hand again. He didn't let you, he sat up and looked at his own wound close up. You knelt down on your good knee, beside him and ran your hand through his hair. "Let's go wash up, I will call Steve and tell him what happened and then you can get time to cool off and rest." You kissed his cheek and stood up again, you walked behind him, moved your hands under his arms and pulled him off of the ground; you didn't want to risk his knee being damaged further if he attempted standing up. You two walked over to the bathroom and he stayed silent. You sat him on the toilet seat and took out the med kit. You pulled off his pants and tossed them aside. As you cleaned inside the wound and made sure there were no major injuries, you called Steve. After a couple rings, he picked up.