Bucky Barnes Imagines

Lost Years (Part 6)

A/N: I almost ended this one in a cliffhanger too but didn't. I mean... I guess it's a little cliffhanger-ish but not quite. Hope you like this part!

Warning: mentions of blood and wounds, fighting, angst

Rushing past the security with Ava in your arms, asking for the directions to the hospital wing, you went up the elevator, waiting impatiently for the doors to open. You ran out after the they opened and sprinted through the halls, meeting Sam in front of the room Bucky was in. You saw the sad look on his face and tears started forming in your eyes. Sam noticed you and turned his head away from the door, looking at you instead.

"Hey, Y/N—"

"How bad is it?" You asked, interrupting him.

He shook his head, shrugging. "They're still running tests on him. He got hit. Hard."

"What happened?" You asked with a shaky voice.

"It all happened so fast... One second he's making his way to the quinjet because he was wounded, the other he's running back to save civilians who were under fire."

You took a few steps towards the door and turned to look through the little window. He was there, lying on the bed, looking peaceful but as if he had went through hell. You raised your hand to cover your mouth as you gasped silently.

"Can I go in?" You asked quietly.

"Go ahead," Sam said gently and you opened the door, stepping inside the room.

You heard the faint beeping of the heart monitor the second you stepped inside the room. You looked at Bucky again, seeing him lying still with wounds and bruises all over his body or at least the parts you could see.

There was a cut on his cheek, a dark bruise forming on his right eye. His arm had scrapes on it and you could see blood peeking through the gown, telling you he had a deep wound on his stomach.

You held Ava close and turned to her, seeing her eyelids closing. She was drifting off. You looked to Sam who was still outside. You signaled him to come in and he did, asking you what was wrong.

"Is there a place for Ava to sleep?" You asked. "She's drifting off and I don't—"

"I'll take her to her room," Sam said and walked up to you, taking Ava.

"She has her own room here?" You asked, surprised.

"Of course," Sam said, nodding. "Anything else?"

You shook your head. "No, thank you. Just... Let me know when she wakes up."

Sam nodded, glancing down at Ava before exiting the room.

You were left alone with Bucky's damaged, unconscious form on the hospital bed. You moved a chair right next to the bed and sat down, looking down at him. You moved some fallen strands away from his face, a couple of tears escaping your eyes as you looked down at him.

Your gaze wandered to his human hand, seeing the IV on his wrist. You were careful not to touch it as your hand reached out to his. You placed your palm on his, squeezing his hand lightly while biting back sobs.

Seeing him looking so fragile scared you. You had seen him in a fragile state before but back then he was more mentally fragile. Now he looked physically weak which you hadn't seen before and that scared the hell out of you.

Maybe you had always thought he'd stay safe, even if he was being hunt down by the whole world, you just thought he'd be alright. You never thought of the possibility of him actually getting close to dying, especially when he was fighting the good fight. You should have known the good guys don't always walk out absolutely fine. Even the good people get hurt, die even.