Be Alright {B.Barnes}

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by trashm0uth-h

by trashm0uth-h

The last thing you remembered before getting knocked out was the strong smell of chemicals, to a normal human being, it would have been hard to smell, but the serum in your veins made it hard to miss. Looking back, you should have been able to fight off yours and Steves attackers, but something stopped you, and you didn't know what it was. Either way, you and Steve both ended up knocked out.

You wake up, your head pounding as the room spins. You try to move, but you find yourself strapped to a chair. It's similar to the chair you'd find yourself strapped to when HYDRA planned on wiping you, so naturally, you're little less than pleased to be back on it. You try to pull yourself out of them, but there's nothing that could slip out from the rope wound around your top half.

"Boss, she's awake" Someone from beside you says. Into the room, walks a person you thought you'd never find yourself facing again.

"Rumlow? What the fuck, didn't you die?" You ask him, your voice near enough nothing due to the tightness of the ropes.

"Well, that's what you all thought. We all think things, just like you thought that you'd be able to escape us. You and your idiot friends didn't honestly think HYDRA was gone all because you took down some helicarriers and a few bases, did you?" He asks you.

"Fuck you. Where's Steve?" You ask angrily. Rumlow tuts at you and shakes his head.

"Y/N, would your dad be happy to hear you use language like that?" He asks, making your blood boil. Yeah, your dad loves you and all, but as far as attention goes, it's not really his forefront. You furrow your brows in anger.

"Bite me, dickhead" You challenge him. He raises whatever's left of his eyebrows and brings his hand up to caress the side of your face.

"For a pretty girl like you, I'd do anything you'd ask me to darlin'," He says, his tone sending shivers down your spine.

"If that's so true, I'd really like you to let me go," You say. "And please for the love of God, do something about that damn face," You say, a smirk plastered on your face. Rumlow growls and moves his hand away from your face, then striking your cheek with it. You look up at him, a hateful look on your face.

"Well, I really wiped that look off of your face, didn't I?" He says. He snaps his fingers and the light on the other side of the room flicks on. The light flickers for a minute, before gaining the same sickly yellow color similar to the one on your side of the room. There's a chair similar to yours too, and you notice the figure slumped on it.

"Steve!" You cry out. You turn your head up to look up to Rumlow. "What the hell did you do to him?!" You yell.

"He's a lot bigger than you kid, takes a lot more drugs to take out a guy his size" He says, leaving your side. "But I guess we should wake him up, the show's about to start after all" He adds on. He hits Steve on the chest a few times before he eventually wakes up and exchanges a few words with Steve, some of which must upset him. Steve keeps trying to pull out of his restraints, but like you, he has no luck. Rumlow smirks evilly and walks back towards you, but then he walks to the left to be greeted with a man in a lab coat, who hands him a syringe full of a bright purple liquid.

"We don't even know what this is, but thanks to you, Y/N, we will," Rumlow says. Your blood runs cold as the situation hits you. "We really do thank you for your cooperation," He says, standing beside you. You do the only thing that you feel like your body can do, you wail. You scream and kick, begging for him to not inject the liquid into your body.

"Please! Please don't, no!" You scream. For a moment, you could have sworn you seen a look of hesitation flash on Rumlows face. "You don't have to do this" You say, trying your hardest to convince him.

"Yes I do, it's my job." He says. Without warning, he pushes the syringe into your arm and pushes the bright liquid into your body. He takes the syringe out and lets it drop to the floor. He leaves the room, but not before bringing Steve over and handcuffing him to the table beside you.

At first, the feeling wasn't there. But it all too soon became apparent that this wasn't going to end up with you coming out alive. The sensation's burning, like it's setting fire to your insides, but then it feels like it's ripping every cell in your body apart, but then the serum in your blood's trying so desperately hard to repair them, making it even worse. Steve can't bear it, seeing his best friend's daughter dying right in front of him and there's nothing he can do about it. You can't help but cry, how could you not, you're dying. You had accepted it, but you'd never say it. It hurts, not physically, but mentally. All you want is to be able to tell your dad that you're sorry, and you wish that you could've been better, but it looks like you're never going to get the chance to do that last one, and that hurts the most. You turn your head to Steve.

"Steve?" You say, your voice barely there. "Can you tell him I love him, please? He was never really around to let me say it to him myself." You ask him. Steve holds back as a sob as he nods, he fears that if he speaks, that he'll start crying and not be able to stop. Then the pain stops, it stops as if it were never even there in the first place. And for the smallest amount of time, you thought that maybe, just maybe that you could make it out alive, and you'd see your dad again. But then it comes back with a raging vengeance. You don't cry, you don't wail, you scream. The fiery pain returns again too, much stronger. You feel your body slowing giving up, your healing factors finally calling it. Your eyes close.

Bucky's knee bounces as he patiently awaits yours and Steve's return from the mission. From what Steve had said, you should have been back at the compound at about 8 pm, it's not 2 am and no one has heard anything from you or Steve. It's not that Bucky doesn't love you, he does, from the bottom of his heart, he truly does, he just has trouble showing it at times. He has a plan, he bought tickets for you and Steve to go to Coney Island for the day, maybe then you'd understand. Bucky looks out of the window and sees the incoming quinjet. He smiles as he pushes himself up from the couch and walks through the halls of the compound and out into the yard, waiting for the landing ramp to descend and see you and Steve walking out, unharmed and alive. But his heart stops when the landing ramp comes down, but Steve's the only one walking. You're there, but not in the way he hoped you would be. You're in Steve's arms, pale and unresponsive. There's a purple spot on your arm that sticks out like a sore thumb. Bucky walks to the bottom of the ramp and waits for Steve, his mind racing a mile a minute. When Steve reaches the bottom of the ramp, Bucky takes your limp body from his best friend's arms, choking on a sob as he does.

"I-Is she d-dead?" Bucky says, the word tasting like venom in his mouth.

"It was Rumlow, he injected her with some liquid. But she wanted you to know that she was sorry" Steve says, walking off into the compound, leaving Bucky with you.

"You had nothing to be sorry for darling, I'm so sorry I was such a bad dad. I was trying to be better, but I'm still going to try to be better, just for you, Y/N. I'm so sorry sweetheart." He says, breaking down in tears, bent over your limp body and on his knees.

It was a situation no parent would ever wish on their worst enemy, burying a child. It was something Bucky never thought he'd find himself doing, yet here he is, a solid 6 months after your death, standing at your grave. He never had the heart to say anything, only stand and stare. But just like he promised, he's trying to be better. Of course, it still hurts, it probably always will, but it's something he'll always have to carry. He places the small flower down on the grass and walks away, despite his gut wanting him to turn back and never leave you again.

Y/N Barnes

Y/B/Y-2019