Till The End

Chapter 24

"Captain Rogers, Fury requires your presence at SHIELD at 5 today." A voice says in the phone.

"Okay. What is it regarding?" I question.

"The Hydra files you received and the possibility of a mission to eliminate these individuals." He explains.

"I'll be there." I answer, closing the phone.

The individuals. We were able to run tests on the shooter that was aiming at Bucky, but shot me instead and we found some of his allies identities.

I might be able to stop the threats against Bucky. But I can't tell him because he'll make me stop.

"Ste? Who was it?" Bucky shouts.

Putting the phone on charge, I wander into the living room. Bucky is sat on the sofa, flicking through a gun magazine. He looks up when I step into the room, with a casual look on his face.

"Just SHIELD, they want to talk to me." I admit.

"Is it about Kitty?" He quizzes.

"No. It's a routine thing." I whisper, sitting beside him on the sofa.

Bucky leans his head on my shoulder, murmuring to himself. Leaning around, I brush my fingers up and down his arm, causing goosebumps to appear on his pale skin.

There's a loud thump upstairs, followed by a shriek. Me and Bucky exchange glances, before I jump up and race up the stairs. Taking the steps three at a time, I hear Kitty crying loudly. Shoving open the door, I step into her room and kneel in front of her.

Kitty is sat on the floor, clutching her arm with tears streaming down her young, red cheeks.

"Kitty, what happened?" I question.

"Hurts!" She shouts.

Scooping Kitty into my arms, I stand up and clutch her to my chest. She cries harder, her tears trickling onto my neck. Bucky stand beside me, placing a hand on the back of her head.

"What hurts?" Bucky quizzes.

"My arm! Hurts lots!" she sobs.

She breaths quickly against me, a gasp through a sob every now and then. I clutch her to my chest, as she shakes against me.

"Buck, can you get an ice pack from the freezer?"

Bucky nods and walks out. Sitting on Kitty's bed, I lie her on my knees and she rests her head against my chest, still crying.

Something inside me tugs, like I can feel her pain. She sniffles and cries, still holding her left wrist.

Gently, I reach out and hold her hand in my palm. Kitty looks up at me with fear filled wide eyes.

"It's okay, sweetie, it's okay." I whisper.

"It hurts." She sobs.

Bucky races into the room, holding out a blue ice pack. Slowly lifting her hand, Kitty cries again as I gently lower her wrist onto the ice. She nuzzles her face into my chest and Bucky kneels in front of us, watching with confusion.

"I'll make it stop hurting." I promise, kissing her cheek.

Gradually, Kitty calms down and her cries become quiet. The tears have stopped, but she jumps occasionally from crying so hard.

"Kitty, how did you hurt yourself?" Bucky questions.

"Fell off bed." She mumbles, sucking on her other thumb.

"Aw, sweetie." I wrap a strand of her curly hair around my finger and feel her skin is clammy. "Does it still hurt?"

Kitty nods, pulling her legs up and onto the bed next to me. After a few minutes Kitty falls asleep. Standing up slowly, I carry Kitty into our room and place her in the middle of our double bed. Grabbing a spare pillow, I slip it under her injured wrist. I kiss her forehead before walking out of the room.