Bucky's view
"I don't want to live in a world without you." the man in front of me passed out. Seeing him lying there in front of me like that reminded me of someone. Suddenly, as if someone had flipped a switch, the memories came rushing back, literally flooding my brain. I stared at Steve in shock and then at my hand "Steve." I breathed. What had I done, how could I have done this to him. Suddenly the metal we were lying on creaked and it broke. We fell into the cold water. I held Steve tightly and pulled him to the surface. I didn't even realise I was crying until I saw the tears dripping down his face.
"Steve I'm so sorry." I looked at his injuries, disgusted with myself. He needed to get to a hospital or he would die. I picked him up, taking no notice of my broken arm and ran out of the copse in the direction I thought the town was.
"Hey let him go!" someone suddenly shouted behind me.
I whirled around with Steve in my arms and saw the man with wings in front of me whom I had almost killed earlier. "He needs to go to hospital!" I snapped at him.
The man lowered his gun and looked at me in disbelief "So he did it." he muttered. He pointed in the direction I was heading "That way, let's hurry."
I ran after him, on the way getting a jacket to put over my metal arm. I would love to rip that part of my body out, I had nearly killed Steve with it. When we arrived at the hospital, Sam ran to the reception and talked madly to the woman sitting there. Less than two minutes later, several doctors arrived with a stretcher and I gently laid Steve down on it. The doctors drove off with him.
I paced restlessly in the waiting room. I had by now got myself something more inconspicuous than my black combat uniform to wear. It was thrown together from the lost and found, a pair of blue jeans, a green T-shirt and a black hooded jacket.
The man who had introduced himself to me as Sam didn't take his eyes off me for a moment. That's when I remembered I wanted to apologise for nearly killing him. "I'm sorry."
Sam stopped kneading his hands and looked at me in surprise " What?"
I ran my hands through my hair in exasperation and plopped down in the seat next to him "For trying to kill you, twice."
Sam smiled slightly "As long as you don't try again......." he left the last part unspoken.
I exhaled in relief as Steve's doctor rejoined us. I looked at him expectantly and also a little anxiously. "How is he?"
The doctor looked at his clipboard "It was good that they brought him in so quickly. He lost a lot of blood, otherwise everything is healing. He is in room 52."
I didn't answer the doctor at all but stormed off, I just wanted to make sure Steve was okay then I would leave. I was a danger to everyone around me. Steve was in hospital because of me. But my far greater fear was, would he even be able to love me after all I had done?
I gently opened the door. Steve was lying on a white bed, his face almost as white as the sheets. I cupped my hands over my mouth as I looked at his face, bruises all over his face, several times he needed stitches. I pulled up an armchair and sat next to him on the bed. I wanted so much to take his hand but didn't dare for fear of hurting him again. "Steve if you can hear me, I'm so terribly sorry," I buried my hands in my hair.
There was a creak behind me and I whirled around startled, Sam stood leaning against the door ramen "He was the only one who didn't give up on you." he looked at the unconscious Steve "I'll get us some coffee."
I nodded, even though I never really liked coffee. Suddenly I felt a hand resting on mine "Buck, it wasn't your fault."
I looked at Steve who had opened his eyes and was smiling happily at me.