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Bucky X Reader: Wounded (One-Shot!)

Bucky X Reader: Wounded (One-Shot!)  

You placed some more firewood onto the fire about to get into your tent when you noticed an injured man stumble toward you but fell to the ground feet away from the flames, you quickly pulled him away from the fire and shook him vigorously, trying to wake him but it was no use. You patted him down but when you looked down at your hands they were drenched in blood, luckily you had taken a nursing course and knew how to patch someone's wounds if they needed it.

You carefully lifted his shirt and saw a bullet lodged in his side, you carefully dragged him into your tent and pulled out your med kit, you grabbed a pair of tweezers and managed to pull the bullet out.

You grabbed a spare shirt of yours and began applying pressure to the wound, once it had clotted, you stitched him up and bandaged him up.

You then noticed that he had multiple cuts on his chest and a large gash on his shoulder, "What the hell happened to you?" You asked, "Can you hear me?" You asked, ripping open his shirt.

You carefully stitched up the large cut on his shoulder and bandaged it up, you slowly put your ear to his mouth to check if he was having trouble breathing.

He awoke and gripped your neck tightly.

You looked down at the hand made of metal, "I was just trying to help you..." You uttered, "You're going to disturb the clot!" You said, looking down at his side that was beginning to bleed again.

He released you and looked down at his side, you made him lay down once again and held your shirt down on the wound once again.

"Apply as much pressure as you can..." You uttered, you watched as his metal hand pressed down on his side, "Where the hell did you get an arm like that?" You asked.

He remained silent and just stared at you suspiciously.

"How about we start off with exchanging names?" You asked, "I'm (Y/N)..." You said, placing a bandage on the cut on his chest.

"My... My name is Bucky..." He uttered.

"What the hell happened to you?" You asked, "Were you mugged? An what are you doing in the middle of the forest?" You asked.

He raised a brow at you but remained silent.

"Do you have any more injuries I should know about? If you disturb the clot you could die, so you should probably rest..." You said, passing him one of your pillows.

He placed the pillow down and slowly down, wincing in pain as he did.

The following morning, you awoke to find Bucky gone, you quickly unzipped the entrance of your tent, "Bucky?!" You shouted, but he was nowhere to be found, you looked at the fire that was hardly lit and tossed a bucket off water onto it, extinguishing it.

Months Later

You were walking home from work when you noticed a man in a black hoodie, standing across the street, staring at you. You clenched tightly onto your bag and quickly walked around the corner and down the street, you had finally loss track of him. For the last few months it had felt like you had been being followed, everywhere you went you felt an unnerving presence.

You were about to walk up to your apartment building when you turned around and saw him standing across the street, "What do you want from me?!" You screamed, you quickly rummaged around your bag for your keys, but when you looked back he was gone.

You walked upstairs to the fourth floor, you looked down the stairway to see the man look up at you, was that the same man that had crossed your path on your camping trip months ago.

"Bucky...?" You asked, running back downstairs but by the time you had reached the lobby, he was gone.

You sighed in frustration and walked back upstairs, you entered your apartment and slammed the door behind you, you then locked it and tossed your bag onto the dining table, you walked over to your fridge and opened it, skimming its contents; you sighed and grabbed a beer and shut the fridge door, you turned around and saw Bucky standing in the shadows, you jumped and dropped your beer.

"I just wanted to help, I didn't ask to be stalked!" You said sternly, grabbing a cloth to attempt to clean up the broken glass but watched as he set a backpack down.

You looked at him curiously and hesitantly opened the bag, it was filled with hundreds, perhaps thousands worth of hundred-dollar bills, "What's this for?" You asked.

"For helping me..." He said.

"I can't accept something like this, a simple thank you will suffice" You said, handing the backpack to him.

"No, it won't..." He said sternly, setting the backpack down on the kitchen counter.

"I don't want your money Bucky... It's alright" You said, picking up the backpack, putting it in his hand.

"You saved my life" He said.

"And any time you need to be patched up, you know where to find me" You said, "I don't want your money..." You uttered.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked.

"Of course..." You said, you carefully picked up the broken glass and placed it in the sink.

"Aren't you lonely?" He asked, "With both your parents being dead, your best friend committing suicide and your boyfriend cheating on you?".

You glared at him angrily at walked up to him, pushing him toward the door, "Get out" You said sternly, you opened the door, but he quickly shut it, "Bucky, get out" You demanded.

He remained silent and slowly removed his hoodie and lifted his shirt, revealing that his bullet wound had not been healing properly.

"It's infected..." You said, you gently pulled him over to the couch and made him sit down, "It's not that hard to...", you happened to notice an old picture of your grandfather standing with Captain America and a man that looked like Bucky.

"Timothy 'Dum Dum' Dugan", "The Howling Commandos" He said, but was confused by his words.

"You're Sergeant James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes..." You uttered, you shook your head and looked closely at his wound, "You're staying here until that wound heals properly, if it gets infected again it could be life threatening..." You said, you looked up at him and saw him staring into space, like he was deep in thought, trying to remember something.

"Are you alright?" You asked, you gently turned his head toward you.

"Can I trust you?" He asked.

"Of course you can trust me" You said, "You can stay here for now if you'd like" You uttered, you grabbed a cloth and wet it and gently pressed it against his wound, "You ripped the stitches, didn't you?" You said, you removed his shirt to find even more cuts on his chest, "Did you get into another knife fight?" You asked.

He nodded but shook his head, his memory was hazy.

You pulled him to his feet and brought him into the bathroom and looked closely at his infected wound, you grabbed some hydrogen peroxide and poured it on the wound causing Bucky groan in pain, "Sorry, should have warned you..." You said, you bandaged up his side and stood, Bucky gave you a loving peck on the cheek then walked out of the bathroom. You stood there in utter awe, you blushed but quickly shook your head, you were about to walk out of the bathroom but ended up walking into the wall, for once Bucky laughed at smiled.

© Fan-Fic written by Mind-Wolf