Medicinal Purposes

His grip was iron tight on my wrist, dragging me across the complex. He shielded me with each turn with his body as if he was some glorified human shield.

"Bucky, my wrist." I hissed at him. I tugged lightly away from his grip, but he tightened it even more before whipping around to face me. His face stopped mere inches from my own, a wild look upon his face while his eyes blazed with authority.

"Do you have any idea of the state I've been in?" He asked in a low growl. "I just about went fucking postal the moment I found out you were taken from me."

"Bucky..." I trailed off.

"No, Isla," He pulled me flush to his body, "I'm not fucking letting you go ever again, you hear me? I can't lose you. Without you, I'm absolutely and unequivocally fucked because you had to go and make me fall in love with you."

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James Buchanan Barnes is sick, let down by his own country and forced to cope with the unimaginable. Isla O'Sullivan is the medication he needs, made perfectly to stabilize his deteriorating mind. But how far is he willing to go to ensure he gets his next dose?