BUCKY P.O.V

"(Y/N)?" Bucky whispered as he focused his undivided vision on the familiar, beautiful woman below him. He watched in absolute shock as her hand fell to the side, a photograph falling from her limp fingers as she fell unconscious. With the expression of defeat, he focused his eyes on the flash of light glistening around her neck, the metal arm. He instantly winced as he released her, the imprint of the cold metal already painting her delicate skin. His heart sunk as he came to the realisation that he was gripping her so tightly. As the familiarisation of his actions finally kicked in, he realised he cared so much for this woman, so much that being without her would kill him inside.

"(Y/N)," He spoke, which came with no reply from the woman. "(Y/N) please," he whispered hoarsely, his hands placed on her shoulders as he shook her slightly. "Please wake up," his voice cracked with defeat. With various attempts of pumping her chest and mouth-to-mouth procedures, it was useless.

Tears burned at the back of Bucky's eyes as he gritted his teeth in frustration, his heart sinking even lower into his chest as he watched the limp body of the woman fail to react to his pleading screams and actions. The whole world seemed to blur around him as he clutched her body tighter, his eyes landing on the photograph that she held in her hands as she was trying to connect with Bucky, not The Winter Solider he promised himself he would never become again. (Y/N), the woman who tried to desperately reconnect with the Bucky that she loved, the Bucky that she knew was inside of The Winter Solider, the woman who brought him back, but now it was too late. He was so entranced with his thoughts and weakened by the tears falling down his cheeks, he didn't even notice his best friend run up beside him.

"Buck," Steve whispered, his voice laced with sadness as he watched his heartbroken friend sob over the unconscious woman in his arms. He watched as he desperately tried to revive her, his palms pushing her chest repeatedly, his muffled curses mirroring his failed attempts.

"Why wont she wake up?" Bucky muttered to himself in annoyance. He shoved his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling.

Bucky Barnes was broken.

At the sight of the broken man, Steve ran over to him, his hand on his shaking shoulder as he tried his hardest to comfort his friend.

"She's gone Bucky, there's nothing we can-"

"Don't say that," Bucky snapped at the Captain, before returning his gaze to the woman below him. "She can't be dead," he said, shaking his head as if he were trying to shake the last moments of the woman life as she fell unconscious in his grip.

"Bucky it's me." she breathed as she placed her hand on the side of her face. The Winter Solider was failing, his breathing becoming erratic as her bright eyes began to dull, but she saw him. She found Bucky.

"Me, (Y/N)," The Winter Solider began to fail, the threat of revenge and destruction leaving his body as he focused devotedly on the woman beneath him. Bucky Barnes crawled through, demolishing the Winter Solider behind him. She helped Bucky destroy the demon that lived inside him for so many years, with a single photograph.

He was Bucky now, James Buchanan Barnes. And she, was his saviour.

"Bucky," Steve's voice brought Bucky out of his trance. He turned to him, Steve's eyes soft and warm and he smiled apologetically. But not even a smile from Steve would bring Bucky out of this depression.

At that moment, the Falcon flew from the sky to the gravel beneath him, walking over to the Captain, ex-assassin and the unconscious girl in his arms.

"Holy shit, is that (Y/N)?" he gasped, kneeling down to Bucky's height.

"You couldn't have came earlier?" Steve spoke, his voice dripping with venom. "We need to get her to a hospital."

"I'll take her," Bucky said almost immediately. "I'm the one who did it, so I should take her."

The Falcon opened his mouth to speak, but with a piercing glare shot by Steve, he quickly closed his mouth.

"Bucky, the nearest hospital is 30 minutes away. We don't have that much time, and you're on foot." Steve began.

"I'll take the motorcycle."

"Too risky," the Falcon interrupted. "You can't drive a motorcycle with an unconscious woman in your lap. It's too dangerous," he began to walk over to Bucky, who held the woman in a bridal position. He watched as Bucky's complexion change as he neared the woman, as if he were protecting her from the man nearing her, and his expression harden even more after he proposed the following; "I'll take her."

"Not happening," Bucky intruded immediately. "You're not coming anywhere near her," he snapped, holding the woman closer to his chest.

"Bucky," Steve insisted. Bucky's eyes flickered over to the Captain, his eyes filled with promise. "She'll be fine. It is technically safer if Falcon takes her, and he'll be at the hospital twice as fast than either of us." With no response coming from Bucky, he spoke again. "She'll be safe, I promise."

Bucky looked over at his best friend, his eyes etched with concern, then to the woman in his arms. She looked so delicate, her skin cold as he cupped her cheek, stroking the pad of his thumb across her. The blood covering her forehead had dried now, her neck still scattered in purple, but she still looked as beautiful as ever.

Bucky leant down to her, and lightly pressed his shaking lips against her forehead, whispering something ever so delicately into her ear, before looking up to the Falcon. In a sudden instant, Bucky swore he felt her arm twitch, but quickly dismissed it as his thoughts were running wild at that moment.

"Okay," he breathed, "you can take her,"

As the Falcon neared him, he stopped him in his place with a sharp statement, "But I swear to god, if you haven't brought her there in 25 minutes, I'll kill you."

The Falcon's eyes widened, before he snickered, brushing off what he believed was a 'joke', but looking up at the ex-assassin's powerful glare, he knew he wasn't joking. The Falcon shifted his feet and gulped. "No problem."

The Falcon reached out and delicately grabbed the woman out of Bucky's resistant grip. "I'll be there in 24," he snickered, before receiving yet another hard glare from him. "I'm just joking man, I'll bring her there safely."

* *

As soon as the Captain and ex-assassin reached the hospital parking lot, Bucky flew out of the car door and sprinted to the entrance, Steve trailing close behind. Once inside, Bucky threw himself at the nurses desk, "What room is (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in?" he asked, breathless and desperate.

The nurse quickly collected herself with the sudden burst of charisma protruding from the man, then scrolled through her files. "Miss (Y/L/N) is in room 109, but visiting hours are over. Only family is allowed in at this point."

Bucky groaned, looking away from the woman as he raked his hands through his hair, before looking up to the roof, as if he were trying to recollect himself from a sudden outburst.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" the Captain pushed past Bucky and leant against the counter.

"C-Captain America?" the woman gasped with delight, "what can I do for you?"

"Well," he began, pointing to the furious Bucky beside him, "my best friend here only wants to see his injured-" he turned to the confused Bucky, a smile dancing on his lips,

"girlfriend," he snickered at Bucky's shocked expression and gaping mouth, before turning back to the nurse, "and he's the only family she has, and it's killing him not being able to see her. So please, can you make an exception?"

The nurse looked at the Captain's pouting expression, before finally giving in and rolling her eyes.

"Fine, only because theres no other visitors in the waiting room. Just follow that hallway." She directed the men to the hallway beside the office.

"Thanks, sweetcheeks" Steve winked, before they both took off running down the hallway.

Bucky turned toward Steve, "Thanks Steve, I really appreciate it," he said, receiving a nod from the Captain in acceptance. Bucky turned to him again, a smirk pulling at the side of his mouth,

"Sweetcheeks? That's the best you've got?"

* *

Bucky watched in astonishment as they reached the room, the only thing separating them was the glass that allowed sight into the hospital room she accompanied. The two men watched as the Falcon, dressed as an ordinary human, talked with the doctor. The doctor's face masked seriousness as he explained to the Falcon of what was going to happen with the woman. Bucky's eyes flickered to her, and his heart sunk. She laid there, hands by her sides, tubes sticking in to her skin and in her mouth, passing oxygen throughout her body as she couldn't do it on her own.

Without hesitation, Bucky's eyes trailed to her neck, the splattered purple skin still evident and looked painful to touch. He looked away then, his mind focusing on the unsteady breathing forming from his lungs.

"Buck?" Steve questioned, "You okay?"

Bucky turned towards his friend, his eyes glistening and his throat stinging with the sensation of new tears brimming. "Why did I do that?"

Steve's expression softened, his hand gripping his friends shoulder, shaking it slightly. "Hey," he hushed, "it wasn't really you."

"I know," Bucky said, looking back towards the woman laying motionless in the hospital bed, guilt filling his senses. "But it still feels terrible."

There was a long moment of silence before Steve finally broke it, "You know when you gave (Y/N) to the Falcon?"

Bucky turned his attention toward his friend, mumbling an agreement.

"What did you whisper to her?" Steve questioned.

Without hesitation, truth swarming his bright eyes, he spoke, "I told her I loved her."

Steve's eyes widened, shock filling his senses with such an enormity that he couldn't find the words to speak. He finally admitted it, Bucky Barnes had finally admitted his love for her.

Acknowledging Steve's shocked reaction, Bucky spoke again, "Would you excuse me for a moment?" and without waiting for an answer, he walked into the hospital room.

The door clicked, signalling Bucky's entrance into the room. This allowed the doctor and the Falcon to acknowledge his presence. But still, his eyes never left (Y/N).

The doctor and the Falcon muttered a few words to each other before the doctor exited the room.

"Good news or the bad news pal?" The Falcon sighed, sitting on the chair closest to the woman bed.

"The good," Bucky said blandly. The Falcon could tell instantly from the expression on Bucky's face that he didn't take confrontment extremely well, especially with a subject that he injured with his own doings.

"She's stable," he said, but with a moment of silence following the statement, Bucky spoke.

"And the bad?"

The falcon propped his elbow on his crossed leg and rested his chin on his palm, deciding how to break the news to the man with the wild emotions. He shut his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply, before speaking again.

"She's in a coma, and the doctor doesn't know when, or if she'll wake up."

The news hit Bucky hard. His palm began to sweat, and if his metal arm had feeling, it would've been sweating as well. An enormous wave of guilt washed over the broken man as he watched the woman he loved suffer in front of his eyes. She shouldn't be here, he thought. She wouldn't be here if it weren't for me.

"Can I have a moment alone with her, please?" Bucky pleaded, and the slight cracking in his voice signalled for Falcons time to leave. He nodded respectively and walked out of the room.

Bucky walked over to the seat next to the woman's bed, sitting down, and just watched her. He watched the slight rise and fall of her chest, the way her hair curled in the slight humidity of the room, the small fogginess of the tube located in her mouth signalling movement from her lungs. But he missed her eyes, her smile, the way her small dimples formed at the edge of her lips every time she smiled, and how her eyes would sparkle when someone mentioned something she loved. Bucky realised that he may never see her eyes, or her smile again, and it was all because of him.

He reached over and took her frail hand in his flesh one. Her skin was still cold, her cuts cleaned. He traced the fine skin over her palm, watching his shaking finger dance along her skin. If she were awake, he knew she would be laughing. But she wasn't awake, and she might never wake again.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, bringing her hand up to his lips as he pressed them hard against her. He closed his eyes as tears fell from them, his body shaking slightly as he released his lips from her hand, but still held it in his.

"This never should've happened," he hushed, "I'm so selfish." he shuddered, he knew she couldn't hear him, but the words fell from his mouth anyway.

"I should've left you, let you live your life without me in it, but I couldn't let you go. I couldn't let a girl like you slip through my fingers," he spoke, his fingers rubbing over her knuckles. He sighed, trying to grapple with the inconsistency of his breathing, "But you stayed, and now this happened."

He looked up at the woman, her frail body seemed damaged in his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to do what he was just about to do, but this was for her, not him anymore.

"I've already done what I've wanted to do, and look what it bought me," he spoke softly, "but now I'm doing this for you, (Y/N), because I love you, I love you so much it hurts."

He stood up, bending down to press his lips against her forehead, his tears splattering on her skin.

He turned to walk away from the woman in the hospital bed. She was his rock, support and saviour, but now he was doing this for her.

"I'm going to go under," he said to her, "I think that's the safest thing for me to do right now, for you."

Then he walked from the room, leaving the woman there, alone. But without Bucky's acknowledgement, she had heard everything.

In the moments after Bucky had left, her muscles began to twitch as her breathing regained itself, tears flowing down the sides of her cheeks as her back arched from the bed, the sound of air entering the woman's lungs.

She was awake, and she was going to find Bucky.

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Hello my lovelies,

So, you all known I love you guys a truck load, but I'm actually going to State Netball from tomorrow until Monday, so theres a high chance that I wont be uploading the third part of this story until mid-next week (Im so sorry!) so hopefully you guys can hold off your Bucky feels until I get back!

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