[I feel like writing sadness tonight so yeahh]

Okay. So maybe you should've thought this through more. Yeah, you heard the half a dozen or so soldiers rounding the corner, but the one coming from the opposite direction had light feet.

And when it comes down to you knocking the last solider unconscious and giving Bucky a thumbs up and a smile, the agent decides then to shoot you.

Bucky's expression goes from calm to frantic in a split second. The agent didn't even have time to pull the trigger before Bucky did.

"I-I didn't hear him," You wince, red staining the front of your shirt as you press your hand against the wound.

"We have to get you medical attention," Bucky takes your hand, slowly jogging towards the exit when you suddenly stop. "What-"

Bucky looses his footing, hitting the ground right as a shot rings out. His head lurches up to see your eyes glazing over, another splotch of red blooming on your shirt as you fall to your knees.

"(Y/n)!" Bucky cries, locating the shooter and pulls you out of the way as he takes another shot.

And then there's Steve shield slicing through the air, hitting the man in the chest.

"Buck," Steve crouches down beside you, Bucky getting to his knees right as your eyes roll back and you slump against his chest. "Bucky.."

"No," Bucky pretends like he doesn't hear the sadness in Steve's tone, pretends you didn't just get shot, pretends you're not coughing up blood. "No."

He pretends that you don't die in his arms minutes later.