Pairing: Bucky / Reader
Warnings: Violence, Blood, Fighting…. usual suspects.
AN: I don’t know i’m really enjoying writing for Bucky at the minute, clearly i’m in a Marvel haze what with everything that’s going down at SDCC!!
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20% Transfer Completed
This needed to hurry the hell up, why was it that when time was not on your side the simplest of tasks always seemed to double in length.
You watched the slow crawl of the transfer bar along the screen as one document after another flew from the computer onto your USB drive. Yes, it was old technology and Tony had complained loudly at having to resort to data transfer in this method, but, when the data you were trying to steal was on an outdated machine you had to resort to outdated methods yourself.
The old HYDRA base had apparently been deserted for nearly a decade, missions recently though however, were never as simple as they had started out being in the briefing.
When you, Bucky and Sam. Probably the worlds least appropriate Avengers to be put in a team together, had arrived at the base it was to find HYDRA agents swarming around the boundaries and carrying some seriously heavy armament that was definitely not as outdated as their technology. Sam and Bucky had taken off to secure the guards and you had managed to slip into the base and the main computer terminal offices to get the data that was the goal of your mission.
The door of the computer offices blew off the hinges making you drop to the floor out of instinct. Sliding forward to crouch behind one of the desks.
“Check it” a voice snapped out and you heard rapid footsteps running into the room.
Lifting your hand up to the comm device in your ear you carefully turned it on to transmit your whisper ‘guys I have guards in the offices, might need some help’
‘I’m a bit occupied at the minute’ Sam’s voice came through the receiver, crackling and breaking up. He was gasping slightly and you guessed he was probably dealing with his own stack of HYDRA guards.
‘Bucky…’ there was no response from the former Winter Soldier only static silence. Crap. You twisted your head to look up at the computer that was transferring the data.
58% Transfer Completed
Crawling to the edge of the desk you pulled the twin daggers from your utility belt, from the noise of the footsteps in the room there were at least three guards currently scouring the offices. The only way you were getting out of this without a bullet wound was to separate them and take them down silently. Hoping that none of them got close enough to realise that the computer on this side of the room was lit up and working.
Leaning with your back to the desk you took a deep breath calming your heart down to a level where you were barely breathing, it was a trick that Steve had taught you in training months ago. It allowed you to look at things in an almost clinical way, taking you out of your mind so you no longer thought about what you were doing. What you hadn’t thought was that you’d have any need to use it so quickly.
Your ears zoned in on the closest pair of footsteps, he was nearly to the edge of the desk you were crouched behind. One more step.
Your hand lashed out grabbed his ankle and yanked as hard as you could, before he could even let out a scream of shock you’d launched yourself over his body pressing a knife into his femoral artery. A stupid soldier mistake, they wore Kevlar over their chests but never thought to protect that oh so tempting massive artery in the upper thigh. Your other knife went to his neck slicing clean across it. No matter if the cut didn’t kill him he’d bleed out before anyone was any the wiser.
Ignoring his face instead you pull the comm receiver he had in his ear out and slipped it into your own, you could hear them now. Hear their orders and where they were.
Leaving his body where he’d fallen you crawled back to your computer staring at the screen once more.
87% Transfer Complete
‘Guards to the offices! All remaining Guards to the offices! They’re trying to take the data. Shoot to Kill’
Oh fuck could this get any worse. Taking out the HYDRA receiver you tuned back into your own. ‘Guys hurry the hell up, I’m about to get a massive ass welcoming party in these offices’
‘I’m on the way now, you heard from Frosty?’ Sam’s voice came instantly and was reassuring in its familiarity.
‘No, he isn’t answering his comm channel’
‘He probably broke the fucking thing’ Sam snarked ‘Look hold tight Y/N I’m nearly there’
You had only a moment to feel relief at Sam’s words when another guard rounded the corner you were holding out in.
“OVER HERE!” he shouted loudly raising his gun towards you.
Jumping to your feet you were seconds away from a bullet to the head, instead it grazed your arm ripping a hole in the jumpsuit you were wearing and tearing a path through the muscle of your upper right arm.
There was no time to contemplate having been shot though because the guard was already re-aiming his gun. Taking one of your knives in your left hand you threw it will all the force you could muster. It lodged in his clavicle and he fell to the ground gasping for breath.
Only one weapon left and a useless right arm. You leant down and grabbed the gun from the second fallen HYDRA soldier, pointing it at the third man who was charging towards you. Your aim with a gun however was nowhere near as precise as with a knife. The balance was wrong for you.
Your first shot hit his arm and the second landed somewhere over his shoulder. The gun clicked over to empty clearly having been fired previously.
The HYDRA guard smiled evilly “Out of ideas?”
“Hardly” From behind him you saw a flash of blue eyes and relief flooded your body. The guard hadn’t noticed that death was descending on him and his time was running out.
Bucky had his arm tightly around the guard’s neck in seconds snapping it like a twig. He fell to the ground silently leaving Bucky to march over to you.
“Let me see”
“Not now” you insisted avoiding him reaching for your arm. “the rest of the guards are on the way here and we still have to get out”
“What other guards?” he asked confused “they’ve all been neutralised”
“All of them?”
“All of them” he confirmed eyes flicking over to the computer “done?”
100% Transfer Completed
“Yeah” reaching over you disconnected the drive and pocketed the flash drive. Sam arrived in the office not a moment later eyeing the dead guards and then your bleeding arm. Wisely he didn’t say anything else just motioned for you both to follow him.
You were back on the jet with Sam in the pilot seat taking you back to the tower. Bucky had been sending you what he had obviously thought were discreet glances ever since you’d gotten back into the air. In effect he wasn’t being all that subtle and you were just waiting for him to build up to whatever lecture he was gearing up in his head.
It didn’t take much longer for him to get up from his seat and come over to you taking the seat beside you.
“Let me look at your arm” it wasn’t a question. Obligingly you twisted slightly so he could lift the emergency dressing and see the wound.
“Just a graze” you reassured him. “barely touched me”
Bucky’s fingers gently pressed on the edges of the bullet wound that was indeed only a very minor graze, it had looked worse than it was. He replaced the dressing sticking down the edges carefully. “What happened to your comms?” you asked him. “I tried to talk to you”
“But you didn’t answer me Buck”
His eyes shot back to your own “no, I came instead. Not quick enough though”
“You’re not actually going to blame yourself for this are you?” when he didn’t answer you smiled patting his knee “people get wounded in fights Bucky, it’s my own fault for not moving quick enough”
Bucky was staring at your hand that was still resting on his knee. Very carefully he picked it up turning your wrist so your hand laid palm up on his leg, then he placed his own much bigger hand on your own linking your fingers together.
“I’ll answer next time” he promised.
Your heart was thudding loudly and no matter how many times you tried the trick Steve had taught you it didn’t seem to be working anymore. Your heartbeat wasn’t slowing down.
Bucky had never voluntarily initiated contact with you before, sure he put up with the fact that you liked to hug him at random encounters in the kitchen, try to sneak up on him and pull his hair or rest against his side when the team decided to have some down time and watch movies or hang around having a drink. All of those times though it was you who moved first, you who touched him first. Never Bucky.
Lifting your linked hands your managed to get his arm around your shoulders without breaking his hold and lean your uninjured side into him, resting your head on his chest. Listening to his own heart beat accelerate at your touch.
He looked down at you “don’t get hurt again”
You smiled softly inching a bit closer to him “I’ll do my best”
He was seemingly content with this answer as he leant back in his seat taking you with him. You spent the rest of the flight home with Bucky’s arm tight around your shoulders holding you safely to his body with your head on his chest listening to the steady thump of his heart.