Doll: A Bucky Barnes FanFiction

Hopeless

"Be careful, please," Elizabeth whispered into Bucky's ear as he kissed her neck, sending goosebumps down her spine.

Bucky was going to be sent out with his regiment, and a few others to fight the Germans. It was going to be along battle, so he was taking his time, trying to memorize every aspect of Elizabeth before he left.

"I'm always careful when I'm fighting," he whispered, placing a gentle bite into her neck. He wanted to leave something that she would remember him by.

"Oh, Bucky," she gasped, trying to fight the pleasurable sensation that he sent shooting through her body. His lips finally parted from her neck, eyeing the hickey that he had left on her neck with satisfaction. His arms were still tight around her waist, pulling her in close to him. Her arms were around his neck, standing up tall on her tip-toes as he leaned down to kiss her lips once more. After he pulled away, he looked down into her eyes as they sparkled back up at him.

"You're stunning, doll," he said, not wanting to let go of her. He looked out from their secluded spot to see his regiment beginning to line up. He groaned, knowing that it was time to take his leave of her.

"I'll miss you," she said, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.

"I'll miss you too," he replied, taking her hands off of his neck and holding them in his own.

"Take care of yourself, James Buchanan Barnes," she said, standing up straight, turning her emotions to sternness.

"You too, Elizabeth Virginia Rogers," he replied, leaving one last lingering kiss on her lips. With that, he turned and made his way to where his squad was, and he began checking to ensure that they all each had their own weapons and were ready to depart.

From beside the tree, Elizabeth watched until the regiment was well out of sight before turning back to the hospital. Even though there were very few men still at the camp, the hospital had to be fully operational.

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The weeks dragged by incredibly slowly. Every now and then, there would be a handful of men carted back to the hospital, but even then, Elizabeth never spotted Bucky.

The weeks turned into a month, and suddenly there was the 107th, one late night, in the middle of Elizabeth's shift. At first, she was thrilled that the men had come home safely, but then she realized. Most of the men were stumbling, crying out in anguish.

It was not a victory march, it was a march of defeat.

Immediately, Elizabeth jumped into action. Since the head nurse of the night shift had fallen ill, she was the interim head nurse for the night shift.

"Ladies, listen up!" She called, standing on a stool and getting the attention of everyone in the hospital. "Betty, Sue, Mary, get more cots ready!" She called. The women jumped into action at her words. "The rest of you, please look and make sure you're prepared to treat the wounded." She then turned to the men in the hospital beds. "If you have been treated and are able to return to your quarters, please try to do so." She noticed one of the men who was severely injured trying to stand and leave, but she stepped off her stool and gently scolded them.

That's when the waves of the wounded hit. The hospital was overrun. There were men with burns, bullet wounds, missing limbs, moaning and writhing in pain. Elizabeth began to usher men into her division of the hospital. The more severely wounded were treated first.

She took care of as many as she could, not allowing a single one of them to die. After a few hours, she recognized a man from Bucky's squad in her care, and she made her way over to him. A bullet had grazed his arm, so she grabbed bandages. As soon as she arrived to care for him, his eyes looked away from her.