𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ||

• "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞"

Y/n = Your name

warning: an old story of mine so it's weird/language

      It was around 8PM but you still had about one or two hours until being home. You were sitting between Nat and Bucky. Everyone was tired but managed to joke around or talk.

You were laughing when you felt a sharp pain near your shoulder and inhaled loudly.  Bucky looked at you worried. "Are you alright doll ?" He asked.

You gave him a sore smile. "Yeah don't worry Buck, I'm fine." You replied. That's when his eyes widened, you looked at what he was staring, and saw blood through your tank top. You let out a small gasp.

"Can I take a look Y/n?" Asked Bucky and you nodded. He slowly and carefully pulled down your shirt's strap, your bare skin now touching his fingers. He stopped for a second and gave you a sad smile.

"

Doll... Your stitches are open, We have to sew your wound immediately, I don't want you to bleed too much." Said he. Bucky opened his bag and grabbed a surgical needle and sewing thread.

"I'm warning you, this is probably gonna hurt but you can hold my hand if you want to." Said the super-soldier. He sweetly smiled and Nat prepared everything. You sat in a better position and took Bucky's hand. Natasha looked at you.

"Are you ready honey?" She asked. You smiled at her. "It's ok Tasha, I trust you with this, you can start." You replied. As soon as you felt the needle in your skin, you winced in pain, squeezing Barnes's hand. The man softly stroked your hand, drawing small patterns on it and focusing you on another thing than the awful pain.

You met his icy blue eyes and couldn't help but smile. The needle hurt you another time and you shut your eyes. "Fuck..." You heard Cap at the front of the quinnjet. "Language!" Said he.

Bucky cupped your face with his metal hand. "Hey, look at me doll and focus on my respiration, match with mine." Said he. You both were breathing at the same time, it was actually working, you was calm. "One left and you'll be good y/n!"

The sweet voice of Nat snapped you back to reality. The last one was the most painful so you squeezed Bucky's hand hardly, making him flinch as a tear rolled down your cheek.
"I'm done honey, everything is ok, I'm not gonna hurt you anymore..."

Natasha cleaned the needle and gently stroked your hair for a few second and went back to her book. Buchanan sweetly smiled at you.

"Hey beautiful, it's finished now, you can rest. You're very brave. I hope it's gonna heal fast, I don't want you to finish like me!"
He chuckled and whipped your tear with his thumb.

"Not that I don't like my arm but I don't want you to experience the pain and..."
Suddenly, his smile faded into a sad grin. "Buck... it wasn't your fault, you weren't yourself ok?"

You cupped his face and he put his on yours. He spotted a slight blush on your skin and smiled. "Am I making you blush doll?" He asked teasingly.

You turned even redder. Bucky noticed your tired eyes, almost closing. "You should take some rest sweetheart, the trip is exhausting and we just stitched your wound. Put your head on my shoulder if you want." Said he.

You smiled and Bucky felt your head on his shoulder. He decided to take your hand. He then heard a tired and tiny voice murmur. "Thank you James..."

He left a soft kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well love..." Whispered he. A few moments later, you fell asleep, hands still holding. Bucky gently intertwined your fingers together. Nat saw it and she winked at him, making Bucky smirk and roll his eyes. He rested his head on yours and closed his eyes.