James Buchanan Barnes Imagine book 2

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I am so sorry in advance. Like...so sorry. Most likely errors as well, I had this idea fast so I didn't edit it yet.

You were being surrounded by Hydra agents left from right. Bucky, you're boyfriend of 2 years, was on the other side of the hallway, kicking down each and every one of them. You on the other hand, don't immediately go into combat, you analyze your threat and then attack from the weak points. Bucky would've did that too, if he wasn't so eager to make sure you were okay and safe.

The first few that came up to you were bigger than the others, more loaded on armor, and definitely had more of a intimidating vibe. Taking a deep breath, you analyze their weak points before striking each one down in a matter of seconds. Blood was spilled and bodies were dropped, no more than 20, maybe. As you finished, you shook your hands in an attempt to get rid of some blood before turning to Bucky. You found your boyfriend dropping the last dead body before his eyes met yours and a goofy smile played at his lips, as if he didn't just kill the enemies without mercy. Chuckling, you shake your head and waved your hand to the exit.

"Come on, let's get out of here." You smiled, starting to walk with Bucky right behind you.

"Y/n, Buck, we all good?" Steve sounded through comms, making Bucky groan at his 34th check up.

"Yes, Stevie, all good." You rolled your eyes playfully, "How about upper level?"

"All clear." Natasha and Wanda both spoke at the sametime, "Eyes, how are we lookin'?"

There was a pause of silence before Clint came on, "I believe we're good. At least there's none around the base, Tony's checking for snipers in the trees."

"So, all clear to go out?" Sam asked, sounding a bit hesitant, "I don't feel like getting shot today."

Tony scoffed before answering, "We're good. Everyone out! Mission complete."

Nodding in understanding, Bucky took your hand and started sprinting for the Jet. You followed after, keeping up the pace with him. After a few seconds, the Jet was in sight with Natasha right at the entrance.

"Come on, slow pokes! It's gam—"

A gun shot sounded. Thats when your whole world fell apart. That moment of hesitation, that moment of thinking you two were free, that moment of weakness. That's what made you spin. The moment you let your guard down. When the shot sounded, Bucky dropped immediately afterwards, his body going limp. Eyes wide as you came to a stop, you dropped to your knees next to him, ignoring the urgent calls of the team to get on board. Quickly, you turned Bucky over, watching as he gasped sharply only to cough in effect. Blood trickled down the side of his mouth while he clutched his chest.

"No. No! Fuck! Steve!" You cried out, pressing down on Bucky's wound making him groan, "Steve, he's fucking hurt!"

"Y/n! Get in here!" Steve shouted back, pushing through the crowd just before noticing his friend.

"No! He's fucking bleeding, Steve! He won't last long. The bullet hit near his heart, or maybe grazed it I don't know." You said, your voice getting lower as he jogged over.

"I've got him!" Tony informed, speaking about the sniper.

"Stevie, please," Your voice cracked, tears pricking your eyes, "He's dying."

"I-I don't know what to do. We're out of supplies from the first set of casualties and the Tower is hours from now-"

"Tony!" You quickly shout, "Can't you use that freeze stuff to stimulate this?!"