Can you please do 14, 19, and 25 with Bucky?
19. “I promised I’d protect you, but we can all see how that worked out.”- Bucky Barnes
Waking up to the sound of a hospital monitor was never a good sign, especially when your whole body felt like it had been hit by a truck. Groaning as you tried to push yourself up, you were quickly pushed back down by two hands. Looking uo, expecting to see your boyfriend, you instead saw the blue eyes of Steve.
“Steve?” you croaked, immediatly being handed a bottle of water, “Where’s Bucky?”
“Bucky… he’s in his room… hasn’t left since you were brought in.” he sighed, flopping down into the seat next to you.
“Oh.” you murmured, not being able to control the tears that sprung to your eyes as you let your head drop back against your pillow.
2 days later…
After you were finally discharged from the med bay, with a cast on your leg and strict instructions to rest and not put any strain on your ribs, there was only one place you could think to go.
Knocking on the door, you felt your heart leap up to your throat as your bedraggled looking boyfriend opened it.
“Y/N?” he said, voice slightly shaky as his eyes scanned your beaten up form.
“Why weren’t you there?” you asked, not being able to stop yourself from asking, “Why didn’t you come see me in the med bay?”
Sighing, Bucky just opened the door more, ushering you inside.
“I’m sorry.” he murmured, taking a seat next to you on the edge of his bed, “I just… couldn’t see you all hooked up to wires and shit, you looked so frail and it was all my fault.”
“What? Bucky, none of us knew the bomb was in that building, there was nothing anyone could do, most of all you.” you said, hand reaching up to stroke his cheekbone.
“I promised I’d protect you, but we can all see how that worked out.” he said, eyes refusing to meet yours.
“Bucky! It wasn’t your fault.” you said, hand moving to the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to yours.
“I’m so sorry Y/N.” he whispered against your lips, bringing you as close as possible to his chest.