Marvel Imagines

Stitches (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Prompt: The mission takes an unexpected turn, leaving you and your Partners in the middle of nowhere.

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The landing hadn't been the smoothest.

That's putting it nicely.

The landing wasn't really much of a landing at all.

It was more of a bellyflop glide through a ridiculously dense swath of forest you'd just so happened to be flying over when every possibly important system on the 'top of the line' Quinjet decided to fail.

And now, as one of your Partners practically drags your bruised and basically useless figure out from the pilot's seat where you'd been sitting when the plane made impact with the ground, you can't help but yelp in pain.

Wordlessly, Bucky Barnes pulls you and he out of the wreckage, only stopping to catch his breath once he manages to get you propped up against a nearby fallen log.

"Steve's still in there," He pants heavily, his steely blue gaze lowering to your likely pale looking form, his fingertips gently wiping away a stream of blood from a cut you don't even feel, on your forehead. "You'll be okay out here for a minute, right?"

The only response you can really manage is a weak nod, your vision beginning to blur as you watch Bucky's familiar figure disappear into the pile of twisted metal and mechanics.

Your entire body feels like it's on fire.

Which, oddly enough, is starting to feel oddly comforting...

"Y/N!" A distantly familiar tone calls out from across the way, causing your head to drowsily snap up and scan the area in front of you.

Your brown haired Partner is approaching you with the blond slung over his shoulder, his much slower pace tripping Bucky slightly.

"Watch where you're stepping!" The brunet snaps, as Steve just chuckles lightly, though a cough surfaces in its place as he takes a seat beside you, Bucky collapsing to the ground in front of you both.

A somber, exhausted silence settles between the three of you, the sound of shifting metal from the wreckage and the whistle of the wind through the trees, the only other sounds keeping you company.

"That was some landing, huh?" You slur, the simple action of speaking almost painful, your voice echoing back at you hoarse.

"Hey, we're alive, right?" The blond super-soldier at your side sighs, seeming to be already regaining some of his usual colour back into his cheeks.

"Sure, we are," Bucky sighs heavily, shifting closer towards your dazed form before turning to his friend, concern furrowing his eyebrows. "But she isn't going to be alive for much longer if we don't get started on those wounds."

"What wounds? I feel fine, Buck. Just a bit... Oh," Your sentence trails off as your hand presses against your side, a dampness startling you, and as you pull your hand away from your shirt, your eyes widen in horror at how crimson red your palm is stained.

"I'll go see if I can find the medical supplies," Steve murmurs as he stumbles to his feet and back towards the mangled Quinjet, leaving just you and Bucky alone.

Your Partner's eyes are glimmering with concern, his gaze wandering up and down your form, silently examining your injuries.

"Do you think you can lift your arms?" He asks, his good hand gently pressing against your wounded side, starting to apply more pressure.

"Do I look like I can?" You hiss out through gritted teeth as pain radiates through you, his touch irritating your senses.

"Your shirt has to come off," Bucky states matter of factly, removing his hand from your side. "It's either that or I rip it off of you."