Stucky: New Beginnings (BOOK 1)

Sweaters and Motorcycles

Authors Note: this is what happens with the others while Steve's in limbo. If you haven't read that chapter yet then read it before this although it may not come into play later on.
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As soon as the doctors closed the door Bucky fell to the floor in tears.

"Bucky? Bucky what's wrong? Is something wrong with Steve?" Clint asked when he saw Bucky on the ground.

"Steve. The doctors. The machine. I-I don't know what to do. He-he flatlined or something and I can't go in until they figure something out. What if he dies? I don't want him to die, Clint. He can't die." Bucky whispered with a heart wrenching sob.

"Oh Bucky." Clint whispered pulling him into an awkward hug unsure of what to do.

"Look, Tony has the best doctors in there. I can't promise everything will be okay but I have high hopes that it will be. You're sleep deprived. When was the last time you went to sleep? Six days ago? It'll be a few hours before anyone can see Steve again. Why don't you go sleep for a bit?" Clint said.

"But what if-"

"Trust me. You'll feel better after a few hours of sleep." Clint said helping Bucky off the floor.

"What's going on?" Natasha asked walking over with Tony.

"Bucky's going to go get some sleep and no ones going to interrupt him unless it's something to do with Steve." Clint said and the others nodded.

They walked down a few floors with Bucky.

"We came as soon as we heard what happened with Steve." Bruce said when he saw the others.

"Is he okay?" Sam asked.

"He will be." Tony said and Bucky sighed walking away towards his room.

Natasha sighed.

"He might be but I don't think Bucky will be." She said.

"He didn't even try to insult me!" Sam said pointing after him.

"Steve flatlined." Clint said sitting down. "He should be fine. The doctors got there in time I think."

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Tony should get a call whenever we can go see him."

"I'm going to go check on Bucky." Clint said standing up after thirty minutes.

"Okay." They all said and Clint walked away.

He walked towards Steve and Bucky's room.

He knocked on the door and when no one answered he just opened it walking in not thinking of anything that could possibly go wrong.

"Oh, Bucky." He whispered seeing Bucky curled up on the bed wide awake and in tears.

"I'm fine. I'll be fine." Bucky said sitting up. "I just wish I knew if Steve was okay."

"Is that Steve's sweater?" Clint asked.

"Maybe." Bucky mumbled wishing the floor would open up and eat him.

Clint smiled sitting down.

"I know it's hard and depressing and you'd do anything to take his place. He'll be okay. Did you get any sleep at all?"

"No." Bucky answered honestly.

"Do you want some food?" Clint asked finding it pointless to tell him to sleep.

Bucky shrugged.

"I'm getting you a sandwich." He said standing up. "Oh, and the sweater thing? It's sweet." He said before walking out.