Bucky Barnes imagines

Burden

A/N: This is one is pretty angsty and sad, but it does have fluff further in. Just a heads up.

WARNINGS: Character injury resulting in a disability, a lot of angst.

Word Count: 2.2k

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Bucky's POV

Never in my life had I been so afraid. My hands trembled as they grasped the edges of the seat I was in, anxious to arrive at our destination. I did not know what I would find when I got there.

Twenty four hours earlier, I could've easily said that I had never been happier. I Not only was I surrounded by supportive friends like Steve, but I was engaged to one of the most kind, smart, and beautiful dames that I had ever met. Y/N Y/L/N gave me a life that I never thought I'd get to live again.

But then... all of that happiness was snatched away, in a ransom note left in a our nearly destroyed house that was tucked fairly far from the city. One look at the seal on the letter had caused me to further destroy objects in the house in a fit of rage and pain, until Steve managed to calm me down.

And now here I was, sitting on a plane with the Avengers to save Y/N from the one organization that I never wanted to encounter ever again. And once again... I felt utterly and completely helpless.

"Buck..." Steve's voice jolted me from my thoughts and I glanced to my left to look at him. His eyebrows were furrowed with concern. "Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I snapped defensively.

"You're shaking, and I know you're scared. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Trust me." I shake my head as I move to pull out my gun and start to load it with ammunition. "I won't be the one getting hurt."

Steve opened his mouth to say more but a call from the front of the plane interrupted him .

"Two minutes till arrival."

I stood up, and tucked my gun back into my holster as I looked down at Steve. "I get your concerned. But I'll be damned if I let those monsters lay another finger on her again. So I'm going, not for me, but for her."

He stood up and nodded before clapping my shoulder gently. "Lead the way."

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Chaos radiated everywhere around us. As soon as we had landed, and broke into the compound, the air was filled with the sound of gun fire and bullets urgently trying to seek purchase in one of our bodies.

But it didn't stop me. The adrenaline pushed me passed the numerous HYDRA soldiers in my way, taking them out with ease. My senses were sharpened and I was ready for anything that they threw at me. At least, I was until I heard her scream.

There was no denying it wasn't Y/N's voice.

I could still clearly remember the first time I had heard it, but in a completely different context. She had taken my phone and ran, and only second later, I had her pinned to the bed, tickling her sides in an effort to make her give it up. Y/N giggled, which turned into laughter and finally morphed into a small joy-filled scream as she finally surrendered and gave it back.

But this wasn't it a scream of laughter or happiness. It was a scream of pain, and my heart dropped the moment it rang down the dark corridor Steve and I were making our way through. My brisk walk turned into a sprint and I ignored Steve's calls to wait as I kicked down the door I heard it come from and entered in with my gun in hand.

In a matter of seconds, everyone in the room with a patch with HYDRA's symbol on it was dead. In the middle of the room, with her legs and abdomen tied to a chair, was my beloved fiancé, hunched over and defeated as she cried softly. I quickly made my way to her side and yanked off the restraints.