Blissful Ignorance (4)
Summary - One day, you notice you *sometimes* can't control yourself and your movements. You then come to find out you're a side character in an action movie. Well, at least you have Bucky Barnes to keep you company.
Notes - HEAVILY BASED ON KDRAMA EXTRAORDINARY YOU, blood, injuries, cursing, very angsty mwahahhah
Pairing - Eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader
You sat in the common room by yourself, reading a book in silence. Ever since you and Bucky fought, he hasn't said a word to you. The past few days have been pretty lonely without him. You tried breaking him by making his favorite dessert or offering to lend him your other movie CDs, but to no avail. If there was one thing to know about Bucky Barnes, it was that he was as stubborn as a mule.
You heard the elevator doors glide open and you looked up from your book to see the devil himself.
"Bucky!" You call out. Your voice was still scratchy, and it makes Bucky shiver. He all but ignores you and continues into the kitchen. You put down your book and follow him. "How was your day?" You ask. Bucky doesn't even make eye contact with you. "Well... Mine was boring. I've been off-script all day. I even started this new book-"
"Look, Y/N. I see what you're doing and it's not making me any less mad at you." Bucky cuts you off. You avoid eye contact. "Just... Just give me a few days, alright?" You frown. It's been a week since you fought. Hasn't that been enough time?
You walk out of the kitchen and go back to your room. There was no point in wasting any more of your time.
You barely blinked and you were in the conference room.
"Alright," Tony called out. "Two days ago, Nakamoto escaped from her cell and fled off with one of our quinjets. Although she thought she was smart by disabling the tracking device on the ship, FRIDAY is still up and running inside and knows where Nakamoto is at." You briefly looked around and saw Natasha, Bucky, Sam, and Steve sitting around the table.
"Bucky, Nat, you're both benched from this mission," Steve stated. Natasha and Bucky both immediately stood. Tony held up a finger before they could speak.
"You both are too emotionally invested in this mission. Steve, Sam, and Y/N will go." Tony protested.
"You guys don't know what you're dealing with," Bucky warned. Steve gestured to you. "Y/N fought her twice now. Although it doesn't sound like much, at least it's something." Steve argued. Bucky sighed.
"Maybe they can stay on comms. Direct us and stuff." You suggested. Natasha nodded. "Good enough for me." She agreed.
After a 9-hour quinjet ride, the three of you began to land in Russia. You weren't far from where you were last time you were here. Sam and Steve walked out of the cockpit and sat around. Tony projected a video call with Nat and Bucky on the screen.
"Alright, what's the plan?" You asked. Back at the compound, Bucky and Nat exchanged glances. "We talked about it and... We think Violet is just a lost girl. We want to train her to be a SHIELD agent." Sam pinched the bridge of his nose.
"No, Sam. I know exactly how Violet feels right now. I was in her exact position when Barton recruited me. Just, talk to her first and if things get messy, fight back." Natasha explained. Bucky nodded beside her.
"You couldn't think to speak about this before we left? We need to discuss this with Fury and Hill, we can't just bring her in." Steve argued.
"Then we just apprehend her. Talk to her first, if she doesn't like it, we take her back to the compound then Nat and Bucky talk to her. If Fury doesn't like it she goes to jail. Simple as that." You said as you stood. Sam sighed.
"You always got solutions, don't you Y/N?" Sam sighed. You chuckled and shrugged.
Just as you ended the call with Nat and Bucky, the quinjet landed. After getting out of the quinjet, Sam carried the two of you and flew closer to Violet's location to get a better look. From above, you could see Violet next to a crashed quinjet and a campfire.
"I guess she had some company in the air," Steve stated. "Let's approach her."
"You got it, Cap," Sam responded, beginning to descend. You three walked through the forest until reaching the clearing where the quinjet crashed. Violet stood as soon as she heard your footsteps, her hand hovering over her holster.
"What do you guys want?" She spat. "We just want to talk, Nakamoto," Steve spoke, the three of you raising your hands. Violet drew her hand away from her holster. "Then talk."
"We have a preposition." Steve began. "If you come with us now, we can get you a position as an agent at SHIELD. We will wipe your record and train you full time." Steve explained. Violet pondered for a brief moment but immediately shook her head.
"No. I... I can't." Violet grabbed her gun and began to shoot. Steve covered you and him as Sam wrapped himself in his wings and began to charge at her. The bullets were ineffective against his wings. She ran out of bullets almost as fast as she started shooting.
"Why not?" Sam asked cheekily, grabbed the gun out of her hand, and threw it behind him. Violet kicked up and hooked her leg onto Sam's shoulder and he caught it, flying up before slamming her down into the grass.
"Uh, guys?" You warily spoke.
"Y/N, what's wrong?" Bucky asked from the compound.
"Uh, there are like 10 girls coming out of the crashed quinjet. Half of them have Natasha's rifles." You explained. Sam grunted.
"This was a trap. We should've brought more backup." Sam yelled.
"They're all ex-red-room agents!" Steve pointed out. Nat and Bucky exchanged looks.
"Guys, just get Violet out of there. We can send Russian authorities to deal with them after." Bucky ordered. "You got it, Buck." Sam replied, knocking out two red room agents with his wings.
"Don't call me that, asshat." Bucky sneered. "Ooh, who taught ya that one?" You shot back as you grabbed a rifle out of a red room agent's hands and knocked her out with it.
"Hey, who's side are you on?" Bucky joked.
You laughed and immediately resumed fighting but then realized Steve and Sam took care of the rest of the red room agents. You looked around and saw Violet from behind with a gun pointed at Sam and Steve, who were approaching her.
"Violet, please just come with us." Sam pleaded. "Aw, an Avenger begging for me to work for them! I don't know if I should be flattered or disgusted." Natasha chuckled in your comm.
"She hasn't changed in the slightest," Natasha commented. You cautiously approached Violet from behind, inching closer. Just as you were about to apprehend her, she whipped around and grabbed you. She held you with her left arm around your neck and a gun to your head.
"Let me go and I'll let her go," Violet warned. Steve held out a hand.
"You don't want to do this, Violet," Sam replied. The gun against your head shook.
"What else am I supposed to do?!" Violet snapped. Steve and Sam approached Violet like she was an animal. "Just come with us, Violet. You don't have to run anymore." Sam tried to calm her down. When they got close enough, Steve tried to get the gun from Violet, but she already pulled the trigger.
"Y/N!" Bucky yelled over the comms.
You don't remember falling to the floor or even getting shot in the first place. All you could feel was the throbbing pain in your chest and see Steve stand over you. You felt as light as a feather but as heavy as bricks at the same time.
"Y/N? You alright?" Over the ringing of your ears, you heard Steve's panicked voice as he scooped you up. In the corner of your eye, you saw Sam handcuff Violet and fly off to the quinjet.
"Don't worry Y/N, Sam will get the quinjet and we'll be back home in no time." Your vision was getting spottier by the second. You felt your eyes getting drowsy. It felt so easy just to close them... You were so tired.
"Y/N? Stay with me, c'mon..." Steve applied more pressure on your chest. "Steve, what happened?!" You heard Nat exclaim in your comm.
"Violet shot Y/N in the chest. She's losing a lot of blood." Steve explained in a panic. "We'll send an EVAC to the entrance of the hangar, just get here as soon as possible." Bucky monotonously said.
"Copy that," Steve said firmly as he took his glove off, using it to slow down your bleeding. You were so far gone, you couldn't even feel the pain at that point.
"Y/N? You're gonna have to stay awake for me, doll." At the nickname, you answered, "Okay, Buck." Steve chuckled.
"What? Is Bucky the only one allowed to call you 'Doll'?" Steve joked. You softly giggled. "Yeah" Your words slurred together.
You suddenly felt a gust of wind blow over you and Steve. Steve's arms kept you warm as he walked closer to what you assumed was the quinjet. He placed you on the bed inside and brushed the hair out of your face.
You blinked slowly and Steve turned into Sam. He stirred awake and saw you try to sit up before gently pushing you back down. "Babe, you gotta get some rest." You nodded and painfully laid back down.
After what felt like 20 seconds, you felt someone scoop you up. You opened your eyes and saw Bucky red in the face, carrying you to the stretcher across the hangar. "Bucky?" You practically whispered. You raised a weak hand to his cheek and felt the warmth of his tears warm your ice-cold hand.
"I'm sorry." You whispered. Bucky's eyebrows scrunched together. "Don't be. I-I was mad... And now..." He couldn't finish his sentence. You weakly smiled.
"It's okay. I'll be okay."
Bucky placed you onto the stretcher and the EVAC meds rushed you to the med bay, Bucky and the rest not so far behind. They quickly rushed you into surgery, where you remained for 4 hours.
The rest of the team painfully waited around the common room, waiting for some sort of sign that you were okay. It's been a while since one of the team members got this injured, they almost forgot what it was like. Bucky prayed to God you would be okay. This is just a movie, right? The best friend character never dies.
"Ms. L/N is out of surgery." FRIDAY abruptly announced. The team immediately piled into an elevator. As the elevator descended, tension seemed to build higher and higher. "FRIDAY, any other updates?" Tony asked.
"None yet, sir." The team sighed.
When they arrived at your room, they saw you lying peacefully on the bed. They couldn't breathe easy yet as the surgeon walked in with a clipboard in hand.
"Alright, the bullet thankfully missed major arteries, however, the bullet dislodged one of her ribs but she should be fine in a few weeks." Everyone sighed a breath of relief.
"Thank you so much, Doctor." Steve nodded at him. "Yup. We'll have a nurse keep an eye out on her, but you guys can come anytime." He explained. They all nodded and bid him goodbye as he left.
The team was taking shifts, making sure at least one person was with you when you awoke. Bucky made sure to stay the entire time, secretly wanting to be the first person you saw when you woke up. Eventually, everyone bid Bucky goodnight after he volunteered to stay with you throughout the night.
At around 3 in the morning, Bucky heard you shuffling around and shot up out of his chair. "Y/N?" He called out your name when he saw you struggling to reach for the water pitcher beside you. He got up and poured you a glass and handed it to you. You gratefully smiled and gulped down the water like you hadn't drunk in days.
"Thanks." You smiled up at him. A silence filled the dim hospital room before Bucky interrupted it by sliding his chair over.
"How... How are you?" Bucky stumbled over his words. You smiled. "Pretty good for getting shot." Bucky gave you a look.
"Y/N..." He grabbed your hands in his. "I wanted to apologize for the way I acted that day. I was frustrated with Violet and my past in general and... And I wrongfully took it out on you. I hope you can-" You squeezed his pinky.
"It's okay, Bucky. I get it. I probably should've told you about Violet, just... Just don't shut me out like that again. We are a team." You winked. He chuckled.
"What happened while I was out?" You leaned back into the pillows of your bed.
"They're interrogating Violet right now, Fury and Hill are watching in to see if they want her in the agent program. You haven't been out that long, so nothing really happened yet." Bucky explained, rubbing the back of your hand. You nodded slowly.
"You know she..." You began to cough violently. You coughed into your elbow. When you pulled your elbow away you saw splatters of blood. Bucky stood. "I'll get a nurse." He quickly ran out and grabbed a nurse before barging back into the hospital room to you coughing up more blood. The nurse checked your clipboard and her eyes widened.
"Your blood transfusion is incompatible with your blood type." The nurse calmly stated. "We must act fast," The nurse took the IV out of your arm and propped you up.
"I'm getting the emergency doctor, stay as still as possible." You nodded and sat stoically. Bucky watched on in horror. You gestured for him to come closer. He sat back down in the chair and held your hands once again. "I don't think I'm gonna make it." You tearfully admitted. You chuckled.
"If this is how you die, it's seriously pathetic." You weakly hit him. "Shut up, you know you would miss-" Another coughing fit cut you off. Your heart monitor beside you was slowing down and Bucky's eyes welled up with tears.
"You know... I regret not getting closer to you earlier. Then we could've had more fun." You admitted. Bucky smiled "Me too," He whispered. The emergency doctor ran through the doorway, a blood pump in one hand and three nurses close behind her. Bucky backed away and watched as they tried everything they could to fix your blood but then they all abruptly stopped.
“We’re too late... Your esophagus is failing at a rapid rate...” His words fell upon deaf ears as you and Bucky silently cried. “Can we have a minute?” Bucky whispered. The four of them nodded, leaving the room.
“Y/N...” He embraced you, keeping your head on his chest as you coughed every now and then. You tearfully looked up at him.
“These past few weeks have been fun. Maybe if we were main characters none of this bullshit would be happening.” Bucky caressed your face and wiped a tear with his thumb. “Me too.” Bucky whispered.
"Thank you. For everything.” You whispered before flatlining. The emergency doctor rushed in with several nurses, all of them crowding over you. Bucky watched on, tears silently running down his face.
"I’m so sorry... I wish there was more we could do..." The doctor's voice felt distant in Bucky's ears. Before he knew it, Bucky was sprinting out of the hospital room. ‘What now?’ He kept asking himself. There was truly nothing left for him anymore.
thank you for the people reading this series!! last part is coming next week :(((
