Marvel Imagines

Bucky

You ran as far as you could for as long as you could. The snow beating against your bloodied body made it sting. The cold numbed your body and it felt nice to not feel any pain.

You trip over a root and land next to a small stream that was slowly freezing over. You let out a cry as you heard the pop of your ankle.

You lay on your side and look at the stream. Why am I running? You thought to yourself. You couldn't remember the moments before.

You slowly sit up and shake your head as you grasp it. Who told me to run?

A twig snaps behind you and you turn. "Who's there..."

You catch a glimpse of something silver. "I see you. Come out..."

The figure standing behind a tree slowly creeps towards you. "Who are you." You whisper.

He kneels down in front of you. His breath is warm upon your face. "I don't know. But I helped you run."

Your eyes widen. You look down at his body, the dark colors of the clothing he wears, the boots and the metal arm that is harshly melted onto his skin. "Who are you." You ask again.

His eyes flicker in the moon light which casts shadows over his eye lashes. "I already said, I don't know."

You give him a soft smile. "I don't know who I am either."

He gives you the smallest smile, seemingly amused by you. "Let me help you up." He grabs your hands to help you up.

You let out a cry as you put weight on your bad ankle. He immediately drops your hands thinking he hurt you. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbles.

"No no. It wasn't you, it's my ankle. I tripped and it popped.." You tell him calmly. You grab his hands again.

He nods but instead of him helping you, he grabs you and holds you bridal style. "You don't have to carry me.." You grunt.

"You looked cold and you are hurt. I don't let women walk when they're hurt..." He spoke with a little emotion.

"Where did we come from?"

"Hydra."

"What's that?"

He went silent for a few moment but then spoke. "They're not good people. I finally know that now. When I saw you... I knew I couldn't leave you." He went really quiet after that.

You nodded. You went to scratch your neck but felt some type of thick necklace.

"What-What is on my neck..." You asked.

He looks down and his eyes widen. "Shit."

You begin to panic. "What is it?"

"I-It's a tracker and a shock collar." He spoke. He sat you down softly and patted his pockets.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for a knife or a pick or a stick to get that off of you. They're gonna find us soon with that on you."

He stopped patting his clothes and began looking for a sharp stick. "I can't find anything!"

You stood up slowly. Your ankle slowly stopped throbbing. "We gotta keep running until we find something. C'mon!" You began walking again.

His footsteps in the snow began next to you. "I can still carry you if you want."

You couldn't stop the blush that spread across your face. "Okay.."

You stopped and he picked you up once again.
"Thank you." He nods.

An hour later you both reach a small cottage in the middle of a clear field of snow. He jogs to it and kicks the door open.