SamBucky/WinterFalcon Oneshots!

I'm Sorry

(Sorry. Mentions of blood and graphic violence)

Bucky couldn't mistake the red, warm, liquid simmering beneath Sam's suit...it was blood. And a lot of it. Of course, the suit had held up perfectly, but Sam had not. He has been thrown to the ground, chest colliding with the metal framework of a tower being built. Bucky had run as fast as possible to capture his fallen friend in his arms but wasn't quick enough. Blood pooled around Sam, strewn on his back on the pavement.

"Sam! Stay still, don't move, there are medics on their way!" Bucky insists, kneeling down next to him, "Hey, stay awake, please,"

Sam's eyes were bloodshot and wiery, but he tried to comply with Bucky's request. Carefully, Bucky put his metal arm over one of the wounds to apply pressure to it, hating the fact that he could only do so much to help. He kept his eyes on Sam's head, making sure his eyes stayed open and responsive, helping to calm Bucky's nerves slightly. 

But Sam had other plans.

"Buck, if I die-"

"I'm not going to let that happen, Sam,"

"Buck, for once, shut the hell up," Sam gasps, coughing and straining his neck to the side.

He coughs up a bit of blood, leading Buck to cringe and pray for his partner's survival. 

"Buck-  if I die you have to make sure Sarah gets what she's owed? Okay? All of my money should go straight into her pockets to help with anything she needs, including putting some money away for my nephew's colleges." 

Bucky struggles to maintain his composure, unable to let himself cry over this. 

"Buck, I need to hear you say that you will," Sam begs, "Please,"

Bucky bends forward and takes one of Sam's hands in his, keeping his other hand pressed against the wound. He's pathetically whimpering over the thought of losing another loved one, losing another person he let into his heart, to actually get to know him. He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of such morbid thoughts, but it doesn't seem to do much.

"I promise," He responds, voice shakey and full of emotion, "I'll make sure they get everything they are entitled to, I'll make sure they get that money,"

Letting go of Sam's hand, Bucky slowly brushes his hand against Sam's cheek, attempting to wipe away some of the blood already drying there. He refuses to believe that these are Sam's last moments, he couldn't fathom a world without him.

"Buck, you have to take the shield,"

This snaps himself to attention, peering closer at Sam, "What? No- Sam- I couldn't be Cap, you are perfect,  you've got the drive, the bravery, the selflessness, and the moral righteousness that this country needs in a Captain America..."

Sam fails to cover up his light laugh, it sends him into even more pain and suffering, "You really want another entitled white boy to take the shield again?"

"Sam, I literally am an entitled white boy-"

"No your an entitled white man," He chuckles, failing to notice the blood slowly dripping down his teeth, "It's different,"

Bucky sighs, "How is it different?"

"Because you knew me and you know my family, you'd at least have a starting point to learn about what you need to do to make this country a safer place,"

"I'm not going to let you die,"

"I don't think it's up to you,"

"I'm not going to let you die," Bucky sobs, chest heaving with sorrow, "I'm not going to let you die, not like this, not now, you deserve so much more than this,"