Bucky Barnes x Reader ONESHOTS

You are my sunshine

this is a sad/angsty fic. read at your own sadness. (that doesn't make sense but whatever)

"BUCKY!" you screamed, running over to him as fast as you could. There was chaos erupting, and you could barely see a thing. All you could hear was guns firing and bullets tearing across the building. 

"No, no, no, God, please, no, please" you chanted, pleading with any forces out there listening. 

A glance at Bucky had you on your knees, sobbing. Someone had cut him, a gaping hole in his chest, pouring out blood. 

You took five deep breaths to calm yourself, gathering your strength and pushing it out. You prayed that your healing power would save him.

It barely did anything. 

The cut was too wide, too deep for any power to heal. You needed to get him out of here right now.

You fought your rage; the Hydra soldiers were still shooting, still destroying. 

You let your rage win. 

You pushed and twirled and mended your telekinetic powers, ensuring that every last Hydra agent in your way was down, and they weren't getting up. 

You lifted Bucky up, screaming for help, screaming for Steve or Tony or Natasha or anyone. 

No help came.

You ran, ran until you saw light. 

You felt nausea, then pain in your chest. 

You were burning your power out. 

Darkness took over. The last thing you saw was a horrified Steve.

You had woken up, feeling relief as you saw the familiar walls of the tower. 

The relief was replaced by panic.

"BUCKY?" you screamed, your throat hoarse from hours without water. 

"(Y/N)! Oh thank the Lord you're awake!" Natasha said, coming up next to you and handing you a glass of water.

You took it but didn't drink out of it. "Bucky! He's cut! Natasha, you have to help him." you cried. You didn't even realize your hands were shaking until water spilled out. 

"(Y/N). I need you to take a deep breath. He's right there. It's okay." she said, trying to comfort you. 

You got out of bed, stalking over to where Bucky was, hooked up to all sorts of medical devices you would know and probably care about if you weren't panicking. Steve, Tony, Bruce, Wanda, everyone was there. Steve had a pained expression on his face.

"Steve? What's going on?" you asked cautiously. 

"(Y/N) I-I'm sorry. Th-They don't th-think he's going to make it." Steve said, a tear rolling down his face.

The glass that you didn't realize you were still holding dropped to the ground, shattering into a million pieces, just like your heart.

"No, no, no, no, no" you said, feeling the tears leak out of your eyes. "NO!" you screamed, using your powers to throw stuff. Nobody said anything as long as you didn't throw anything that could help Bucky.

"No." you said, falling to your knees next to Bucky. "No." the tears didn't stop.

You took his hand in yours, whispering "please" over and over again. 

You looked at his peaceful face, his dark and long eyelashes framing his eyes, his lips pink and curled up slightly as if almost smiling. 

A life without Bucky was a life not worth living- at all. 

Wanda got you a chair, knowing you weren't going to leave Bucky's side. 

You sat. Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. Slowly, one by one, your friends started to leave. First Wanda, then Tony, then Bruce, then Clint, then Shuri. Natasha didn't want to leave you, but she needed to go. 

It was just you and Steve. He looked at you, then enveloped you in a hug, crying as hard as possible. 

You both sat there for hours, holding on to each other, crying. 

Then Steve left. 

You held Bucky's hand, squeezing occasionally, holding on to the hope that he would squeeze back. 

He didn't. 

You had ran out of tears.

Slowly, you parted your lips and began to sing.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.

You sobbed, tears falling. Somehow, your body had more water to cry.

You make me happy when skies are grey.

You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don't take my sunshine away. 

You shut your eyes and hoped against hope that your sunshine, your Bucky, wouldn't be taken away from you.

You squeezed his hand in one last desperate attempt. If he didn't squeeze back, you had to go.

Then, a weak hand moved under yours.

He had squeezed back.