In My Eyes

Ch•9- Bucky Barnes

            Dark grey smoke surrounded me, filling my burning lungs. The floor beneath my body rumbled and shook like an earth quake, but by some miracle it didn't fall. I was laying flat on my stomach, my arms sprawled at my sides. A body was covering mine, protecting me from most of the blast.

           Faint voices were yelling and screaming as fire burned in the left side of the room. Fire alarms were blaring and engine sirens sounded from below. The body on top of me rose up and two hands wrapped around my arms and flipped me over, fingers brushed against my cheek. I was now laying on my back, my eyes burned from the smoke. My vision blurry, and also my head was pounding.

         "Jessi?" My name was called. I must have hit my head or something because I was seeing two Natasha Romanoff's, one is already enough. She was sitting over me, soot clung to her cheeks and her hair was tossed around "Kid, can you here me?" She asked, leaning closer, slight panic filled her voice.

           I squeezed my eyes shut, and then quickly opened them back up. Things came in to focus, I bolted from my laying position, feeling my head spin around and around. A cough racked through my body, causing my chest to hurt "W-what the hell was that?!"

                                      ***

           I sat on in the back of the ambulance. The EMT was patting a cloth to the side of my head to clear the blood. My eyes were shut. I wasn't badly injured. Nothing that wouldn't heal.

             People scrambled around the outer perimeter of the UN building... or what's left of it. Dozens of police cars, swat vehicles, and ambulances surrounded me. Agents spoke with each other and with the witnesses of the bombing. The CIA were busy inspecting the bomb sight, my Aunt was one of them. She was called here moments after the explosion. I haven't seen her yet, but she's here.

             The King of Wakanda was dead. His grieving son sat alone on one of the park benches across the lot. He was staring at nothing, his mind was somewhere else now. Multiple representatives from other countries were gone as well.

           The EMT asked me a question, but didn't hear. My brain was too lost in thought to notice. The phone in my back pocket starting buzzing. I didn't realize until it was almost too late. I reached behind me and pulled it out
"Hello?" I tapped the green call button.

           "Jessica? Jessica? Kid, ohh thank God, are you alright?" Dad's worried voice filled the line "I just heard about everything. I should have been there with you-"

           "I'm fine" I signaled for the EMT to leave me alone for a moment. He shrugged and tossed the cloth back in the ambulance "Made of Vibranium, remember?" It would have sounded better if there was humor in my voice. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling my muscles becoming tight as the pain set in.

           The thing keeping the pain away was adrenaline, that's gone now "Who did this?" I lowered my voice, holding the phone close. I wish that Dad was here, it isn't fun having him across the World from me.

           The phone went silent for a split second before he spoke. He sounded disappointed as he said "The reports are saying that Sergeant Bucky Barnes did it"

           The phone almost slipped from my hands. His name lingered in my mind. Bucky Barnes? Like Steve's best friend from the 40's Bucky Barnes? The Bucky Barnes I visited in Romania Bucky Barnes? The blue eyed, dark haired, kinda hot jaw line Bucky Barnes??