part time soulmates, full time problem

Utter Chaos

"You think we're the only ones trying to get something like this?" The guy asked. "There'll be more of us. There are more of us."

"Then we'll fight the rest of you." Steve stated.

"I'll never give it to you." The man spat.

"You don't need to." You said, shivering visible and holding up the tube you had extracted from his belt. "We got it." You added with a smile.

The man shouted in protest, and suddenly struggled enough to break out of Bucky's hold, which shocked you, and made you step back.

"GIVE IT BACK!" He yelled, lunging towards you. You squealed, and jumped further back, hitting the window behind you. The guy then started rummaging through his pockets, and pulled out something that looked like -

"GRENADE!" Steve shouted, and before you could even think, someone had grabbed you by the waist, and you were crashing through the window. You screamed as you flew through the air, squeezed your eyes shut and buried your head into the chest of whoever it was that had grabbed you.

The two of you thudded to the concrete below, then rolled a couple feet away. You ended up on your back, on the floor, and you finally opened your eyes to see Bucky breathing heavily on top of you, his face so close that his nose was brushing yours. He made no move to get off of you. It was at that moment that you registered his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist. And his body was completely pressed against yours as he pinned you to the ground.

The building unexpectedly exploded from above you, making you flinch and try to curl yourself up smaller beneath him. Bucky moved his left arm from your waist to surround your head, shielding you from the debris that was now tumbling through the air. You heard it all clattering onto the ground not far from where you were laying, and when you peeked your head back up, he was shifting his weight onto his elbow, so he could get his other arm free and tap the device in his ear.

"We ready to get out of here anytime soon?" He asked, and you heard his voice echo in your own comms.

"Quinjet's ready when you are, where you guys been?" Tony's sarcastic voice replied. Bucky's eyes found yours.

"Feeling like you can walk?" He asked you.

"Kinda hard to know when you're pinning me down after pushing me out of a window." You said bluntly. He just broke out into a smile, and got to his feet, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.

"So how do you think your first mission's going?" He questioned as you both set off running.

"Oh yeah great, top notch stuff this is." You replied, with only a hint of sarcasm.

"You saying that being under me is your idea of a good time?" He said, grinning at you.

"Look, senior citizen," You scoffed. "If you stop thinking with your dick for 10 seconds you would realise that I was being sarcastic. Who would think that being pushed out of a window was a good time?"

"I didn't push you, I jumped with you!"

"You flirt with all the girls that way?" You retaliated as you ran over to the plane, the others joining you seconds before you boarded. The hatch shut and the plane jolted as it flew into the air, and you grabbed the nearest thing to stabilise yourself considering you hadn't had a chance to strap yourself in.

You'd apparently grabbed onto Bucky's arm.

"You know doll, someone would think you're trying to flirt with me." He teased. You went to swat him with your other hand when he suddenly grabbed you near the elbow, and his face turned serious.
"You're bleeding."

Looking down, you saw that he was right. From a cut in the palm of your left hand, there was blood dripping down your wrists.

"Crap." You whispered. You hated blood. You hated bleeding. The dizziness washed over you in seconds, and you felt your knees buckle. He caught you at the last second, and guided you over to a seat. Natasha appeared beside him with a box of first aid supplies, and the two of them got to work cleaning your hand and bandaging it, while you spent the entire time silent, trying to swallow down the acidic lump of nausea that was in your throat.

You refocused when Natasha snapped her fingers in front of your eyes.

"Sorry, what?" You asked.

"Was it from when you fell?" She repeated.

"Umm, I don't think so. I don't remember feeling anything."

She nodded, but didn't answer you anything else. Then you thought of something.

You reached round for the pouch where you had stashed the other tubes, opening it with your free hand and pulling them out. There were only three.

"I think..." You said. "I was still holding the fourth tube." You looked between Natasha and Bucky. There was a sudden silence throughout the jet. "When we jumped out the window. I ... the tube must have smashed in my hand when I fell."