Avengers Imagines

Bucky - Death Wish

TYSM FOR 18K EYELISM

Requested by @KatherineButler6
I really hope you like it! Sorry it's a bit different than what you asked for - my brain's been weird these past few weeks. Enjoy!
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Roaming around the compound has always been something you do when you're bored (and there's nothing to watch on Netflix) or stuck here.

Steve is keeping an eye on you, since Bucky's out for a mission with Sam and he desperately wants you to stay home.

You're supposed to be out there with those two, but the fact that you're sick keeps you bound to the compound.

"Y/N!" you hear Steve call after you when you reach the balcony. "I think you should see this," he hands you the live report of the fight just a couple of blocks away, and you see Bucky shooting at hundreds of enemies and Sam just above them, watching Bucky's six.

"They're doing better than I thought they would," you say jokingly, knowing that when your boyfriend and Sam are in a team, things can get a bit out of hand. Especially when you're not there, since there's basically nothing that can keep them from ripping each others' throats because of a petty thing Bucky said or a snarky remark Sam made.

Thankfully, they've never gotten into a real fight, or else that would've been... interesting to explain to the rest of the group.

"I know, right?" Steve replies with a laugh. "They could be trying to kill each other, but they're actually- shit!" he exclaims suddenly.

"What happened?!"

"Bucky," he states simply, and you're out the window.

Activating the suit Tong designed for you, you fly through the city, despite the chills you get and the cold sweat starting to form.

You're not in any shape to fly, let alone fight, and you know damn well that Bucky will lecture you after this, but that's okay. You need to make sure he's safe.

You land on the ground just beside Bucky. He's laying on the spot behind a flipped car, holding his right shoulder. You can see the blood pooling in between his metal fingers.

"Rogers, you had one fucking job," Bucky says through the comms, hissing in pain. "Go back," he orders. "You'll get hurt, and I don't want you getting hurt, you hear me?"

"No. What was that?" you ask him, before rushing to Sam, making sure he doesn't get shot either. "How are we looking?" you ask, ignoring the churning of your stomach and the pain in your legs.

"I can handle it. Go back to the compound!" Sam shouts, knowing you don't have the comms on.

"I'm not going back to the compound-" you're cut off when you feel something cold pulling you back.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Bucky whispers roughly, a stern look on his face. "God, Y/N. I swear, you have a death wish."

"I..." you trail off, collapsing beside him, your lungs burning (probably because of the lack of oxygen inside the mask. You didn't exactly turn ventilation on) and your head falling on Bucky's shoulder because you're just so tired.

"Hey, hey, hey," Bucky says, slightly panicking. "Don't close your eyes on me now," he tells you. "Come on. Stay awake. We're almost done here."

"I'm tired. Just... I don't know. Carry me back to the compound," you mumble, barely conscious. It's not even because of the fight itself, since you're not a part of it. It's because you're down with a stomach bug that for some weird reason you cant shake off, and all the sudden motion just made it a hundred times worse.

"No, baby. Come on. I'm here, see? I'm here. I'm okay. You have to be okay, too," he says worriedly, cupping your face with his bloodied hands. The coolness of the metal jolts you awake.

"You're bleeding."

"And you're sick. That makes us even. You're not supposed to be here," he almost pleads. "God, I don't know what I'd do if you'd gotten yourself killed."

"I didn't, though."

"Yeah, but you could've. That's what scares me the most," he says, pressing a firm kiss of your forehead, as if to remind himself that you're actually there. "Please don't do that again. I don't wanna lose you."

"You're not gonna lose me," you assure him. "I'm gonna hibernate or something. I'm so tired," you slur out, not have full coordination of the muscles in your face.

"No, don't," he says, shaking you lightly. "Shit, shit, shit. Wake up."

"'M still here."

"Okay," he sighs in relief. "Talk to me, baby. How was your day?" he asks, desperate to keep you awake.

It's not that you shouldn't sleep or anything. It's just that he won't be able to carry you back to the Tower, knowing that his shoulder will make it hard for him to do so.

"Yo, lovebirds! Help's here," Sam exclaims, nodding towards the large vehicle just a few meters away. "Let's get you inside."

Bucky props himself up with his left arm and helps you stand up, and you hold onto his left shoulder for balance.

"You're okay. Just a couple more steps, baby," he coos in your ear, kissing the lobe softly.

Once you both get in the car, with Sam helping each of you into it because he's the only one who came out unscathed, you practically fall into the seats, with Bucky right beside you, feeling our forehead.

"Thank God, you don't have a fever," he says, relaxing. That's when he finally feels the burning sensation on his shoulder. "Fuck," he curses, taking a deep breath. He sees blood drenching his outfit and groans in pain when they car stops abruptly.

"Focus on me," you tell him, turning his face towards you with your fingers gently.

"Can I kiss you?" he asks, his eyes boring into yours, occasionally shifting to your lips.

"I don't want you getting-" you're cut off by his soft lips on yours, and for a second, you forget about the rest of the world and you know he does, too.

"Thank the Lord, we're here!" Sam sarcastically says, pumping his fists to the air. "I don't think I can stand watching them be all couple-y for one more minute."

"Steve, you had one job," Bucky tells his actual best friend as soon as he sees him.

"Sorry! I didn't even know where Y/N was going until it was too late," he apologizes. "But hey, at least you got some alone time."

"Yeah, sure. I'd prefer it if we were in bed, though."

"You guys are gross."

"What? I need to take care of my baby," Bucky nudges you with his good shoulder, raising his eyebrows.

You three stop at the entrance of the infirmary.

"Alright. I'm done here. Make sure you guys use protection," Steve says with a laugh, earning a hard slap on the side from your blushing boyfriend.