leaving the guardians : chp.8 - b.b
brief summary: being a guardian of the galaxy and falling in love with bucky. - endgame spoilers ahead!
thank you for all the support on this series, I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this as it was so much fun to write.
After the snap happened, I could feel it in my body. I felt the pieces that had fallen apart return and fit back together like a jigsaw puzzle. I looked at Steve, smiling brightly as we realised it worked, they were back.
But the relief was short lived as Rocket tugged my leg, seeing a large weapon firing toward us. “EVERYONE GET DOWN!” Steve yelled and before I could react, it hit.
Opening my eyes I can feel something pressing against my body. “Fuck.” I mutter as I try to turn my head, only to see rubble surrounding me. “Guys?” Yelling I wait for someone to respond, a sound or cry. But nothing follows, no one else is here.
A low growl echoes and I tilt my head up. Panic rises through my body as I shuffle, but the weight suppressing me is too strong to budge. Curling up my fists, I try to channel my powers, but as I glance down they keep sparking out.
As the creature gets closer I can feel it’s warm breath hovering over my body. “Come on! I can’t die here.” Aggression rises in my tone as I clench my fists, ignoring the pain that rises through my body as I lift them up, watching as a flash of light sends the creature flying back.
“Y/n?” I freeze as I hear my name being called out. “Doll, you in here?” My breath halters in my throat as I listen, hoping I’m not hallucinating the entire thing.
“B,Bucky?” I stutter, hesitant to allow my brain to give in, to realise I’m dying and imagining what I want more than anything.
Within seconds I listen as the sound of footsteps becomes more urgent and I feel a hand resting on my cheek. “Doll, open your eyes.” He mutters and I shake my head.
“I can’t because this is just a twisted dream. I’ll wake up in the jaws of some god awful alien and never see you again Bucky.” I can feel the tears falling down the side of my face, hitting the rocks my body is weakly lying on.
A small laugh sounds from the figure above me. “It’s okay, Y/n. I’m here, I’m really here. Just, just open your eyes.”
Letting out a shaky breath I feel the weight keeping me down being lifted, the sound of a heavy grunt as I whimper. I slowly open my eyes, looking down as crimson stains my skin, but I can still feel a hand resting on my cheek.
My eyes rise until I see blue, a shade of blue that cannot be replicated. It’s his blue, the blue I once woke up to that provided comfort, the soft words I needed to hear as I thought of my family light years away. The blue that would push me to my limits but would love me all the same despite the awful things I’ve done.
“Bucky.” A watery laugh escapes my mouth as he smiles brightly, wiping my eyes.
“Hi doll,” He chuckles as he lifts me up. “miss me?”