Y/N's P.O.V
Air started to fill my lungs, my heart slowly starting itself again as I choked and gasped. My eyes shot open, pain cascading through me as my body forced the bullet out of my chest.
"Fuck." I groaned, gently rubbing my chest as I sat up in the bed. Suddenly the door to the medical suite opened and Peter walked in, his red and puffy eyes widening as he saw me awake.
"Oh my god, you came back." he choked as he rushed to my side and immediately pressed our lips together. I returned it immediately, holding his face as I smiled into it.
"How long was I out for?" I mumbled as he sat in the chair next to my bed.
"That's why I thought that you were really gone. You've been out for an hour, babe." He admitted quietly. My eyes widened and I sat up more as I looked at him.
"An hour?! It usually takes me seconds to come back." I gulped.
"I know, why do you think that I've been so worried?" Peter nodded, his eyes wavering as a tear left them. I sighed and lay back in the bed.
"Maybe I'm not meant to be one of those immortals who has centuries before their injuries stop healing." I chuckled nervously. Peter looked at me.
"What do you do now, then?" he asked. My eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean, Pete? I continue to fight. And if I die from my wounds and I don't come back, that's what happens." I shrugged. His eyes widened.
"Why are you relaxed about this? Doesn't it terrify you that you can now actually properly die if you get hurt?" he scoffed.
"No, because it makes me exactly the same as you, Steve, Natasha, Bruce and Tony." I stated. Peter sighed and looked at me.
"Pete, I throw myself in front of bullets meant for you because I know that I'll be okay. But I still live with the fear that one day, I'll be too slow, and you'll die. The only thing that changes now is that you also have to live with that fear." I admitted. Peter sighed again and nodded, making me give him a small smile as I leant forward and kissed him. He returned it, gently cupping my cheek to bring me closer. I broke the kiss and looked at him.
"Did you manage to get Bucky? I don't want to have died for nothing." I chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood. It worked, Peter returning my chuckle and nodding as he looked at me.
"Just about. Cap had to kill him in order to get him, but it worked. He healed only a minute or two after he was killed, but we got him." He reassured.
"Let's go see this immortal fucker, then." I stated. Peter smiled as he reached out a hand to me. I took it and stood from the hospital bed before leaving the suite with Peter.
Peter and I walked into the command room in which Bucky was being held. I gulped and looked at the man who was in the glass cell, with his arms in sealed tubes for extra caution. He looked up at me as I walked in and scowled.
"You good, kid?" Tony asked.
"Not happy with how long it took me to come back, but I'm back now anyway." I nodded.
"Trust me, babe, none of us are happy with how long it took you to come back." Peter mumbled. I sighed and nodded before looking at Bucky.
"I'm Y/N. I'm immortal, like you-."
"I know. I felt you die when I killed you. God, it was an amazing feeling." He smirked and shook his head. I squinted my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest as I walked towards the glass cell.
"There's something different about you. You're as old as Steve, and you're a soldier, so you must have died countless times. But yesterday was the first time that I felt you die. As if it was your first time." I scoffed and shook my head.
"Is that what it's like for you naturals?" he smirked. My eyebrows furrowed at his comment.
"What do you mean by that?" Peter asked as he also walked forwards so that he was beside me. Bucky's smirk widened as he shook his head.
"You Avengers are so ignorant-."
"How about you educate us then?" Steve nodded. Bucky chuckled before returning his gaze to me.
"There are two types of immortals in this world: your kind, the ones born naturally with the gift. And my kind. The kind created by HYDRA." He admitted. My eyes widened.
"No...how is that even possible?" Tony asked.
"It's not, he must be lying." I shook my head.
"Oh, but I'm not. You said yourself that you shouldn't have been able to feel me die, since it wasn't the first time. That's the best bit about this. You natural immortals can feel us die every single time. You will always feel our pain." He spat. I choked, my eyes wavering as a tear fell from them.
"That's impossible...you're lying, the Gods purposefully gave us the gift of only feeling someone's death once so that we could find them, they never intended for us to feel every one-."
"But I wasn't made by the Gods." He smirked and shook his head. I gulped, nothing but fear in my mind at his words.
"Y/N, we need to talk." Steve mumbled quietly. I gulped again and nodded, my gaze glued to Bucky.
"FRIDAY, tell me if he so much as tries to sneeze without my permission." Tony ordered.
"Will do, boss." She responded as Steve gently led Peter and I out, Tony following before shutting the door. As soon as it was shut, they all looked at me.
"Y/N, is any of what he's saying true? Because if it is, we're in serious trouble." Tony nodded.
"It must be. I've felt many other immortals die in my twenty years, but they've always been that person's first death. It's like I said, the Gods knew that we'd suffer enough living forever, so they only gave us the pain of having to feel another's death once so that we could find them and be stronger in numbers. I have no idea how else I'd be able to feel it, unless it was HYDRA who made Bucky like that." I nodded. The guys sighed and looked at each other.
"I can sense a mission to HYDRA coming." Peter stated.
"We have to. If HYDRA have the abilities to make more immortal soldiers like Bucky, we may as well say goodbye to life as we know it. Suit up. We'll leave this afternoon." Steve demanded. We all nodded, Peter's hand landing on my waist as we made our way back to our room.
I paced the hallway outside of the command room in which Bucky was being held, thinking as I waited for the others to get ready for our mission. I gulped, my heart and mind racing as I paced in front of the large metal doors. I allowed my gaze to slightly shift towards the room every few seconds before shaking myself out of it. If Bucky was telling the truth, if HYDRA had the ability to make immortal soldiers, we were all in serious fucking trouble. I gulped, my gaze flicking to the door once again.
"Fuck it." I mumbled before walking towards the doors. They opened automatically and I walked in, my eyes immediately widening at what I saw. The glass cell was empty.
"GUYS!" I yelled before turning around to rush out of the room. But I was stopped in my tracks, a gasp leaving my lips as Bucky now stood in between me and the door, with a gun in his hands. My eyes widened.
"Bucky, don't do this-." He raised the gun and shot straight at my chest, killing me instantly as my body fell to the floor.
Peter's P.O.V
Peter stood in his and Y/N's room, clicking his web fluid into his shooters in order to get ready for the mission. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, making his head raise. His eyebrows furrowed, the boy holding his breath to help his Spidey senses pick up any audible evidence for what was making them go crazy. Suddenly, he heard a gunshot, making his eyes widen.
"Shit." He gulped as he rushed out of his room and into the hall. He ran into the foyer, his eyes widening as he saw Bucky running out of the building. With what looked to be Y/N's dead body over his shoulder.
"Y/N, NO!" he yelled, alerting Bucky to his presence. His eyes widened as the soldier turned towards him and raised his gun.
"Oh, shit-." Bucky started firing, making Peter groan as he hid behind the wall and out of line of the bullets. The spray stopped, allowing Peter to poke his head back around the wall. He choked, his eyes wavering as Bucky was gone, taking Y/N with him.
"What the fuck is going on?!" he looked at the elevator to see Tony and Steve rushing out of it.
"Bucky escaped, and he took Y/N. He killed her." Peter choked.
"Shit. Right, fuck waiting until this afternoon, we go now. We'll get her back, kid, alive. I promise." Steve nodded. Peter gulped and returned it as he ran after the men as they headed to the jetti pad.