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X-47 - Bucky x Reader // Chapter 18

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//WARNING: CURSING, ANGST, FLUFF.//

//NOTE: ‘OMG you finally made a fucking update!’…Ikr.//

Bullets were flying past you on all sides. Your assassin mind had given you tunnel vision - a barred window right at the end of the hall. You and May dodged and ran - you hoped that your plan would work.
It was either that, or you’d have to pray that heaven would let you in.
It was about 50 feet away now. You dodged a few more bullets. It seemed impossible, you were running down a narrow path with about three Hydra guards shooting after you… how were you not dead?
Two things. Focus and the twins.
Focus was partly Hydra’s gift, the serum had enhanced your instincts, and now you could practically feel the bullet coming and knew when to dodge it. And then, the twins. The twins, your babies. Bucky’s babies. They pushed you to try harder.
To try harder at living.
If Hydra thought you were going to turn yourself in because of a few bullets flying after you, they were sorely mistaken. You would do anything to make sure the twins had a good chance of living, and even if Hydra didn’t shoot you dead right here… if you surrendered, you knew a Hydra compound was no place for children.
They would grow up - if Hydra let them live - dull and lifeless, possibly just test subjects to whatever Hydra pleased. You couldn’t have that. Not for your babies. You remembered the pain, the guilt… memories that had and still did torment you day and night. You couldn’t have your children go through the same thing.
You wanted them to grow up to be whatever they wanted to be. An engineer, a doctor - a S.H.I.E.L.D agent! Whatever they wanted… not another one of Hydra’s mindless pawns.
“(Name), come on!” May’s voice snapped you back to reality. You grimaced as you narrowly dodged another bullet. “Get ready for impact… 3… 2… 1!”
You both busted out of the barred window, the rusted metal bars giving way to the super soldier strength easily. It was just big enough for you and Matrix to go through at once. And then you felt yourself falling.
The window you had jumped out of happened to be overlooking some kind of… it was almost like a trench, the ones they built for castles. It appeared that the entire Hydra compound was surrounded by the water. And the worst part was that it had steep walls on both sides of the trench, meaning it would be terribly difficult to climb out.
Even more difficult with bullets flying at you.
You braced yourself as the cold water hit you and Matrix. Seconds later, you were kicking back up to the surface, the water was too murky to let you see anything underneath. May came up seconds after you, coughing and spitting out dirty water. “We should be damn glad there weren’t any rocks,” she noted over the loud rushing of the water.
You nodded, but you were shivering from the cold. “Come on, let’s get you out.” May began swimming for the side of the trench, the one that led away from the compound. The bullets had stopped. You looked around, what were they playing at? Matrix noticed it. “They’re probably looking for a better vantage point, that window is an awkward angle to shoot out of.” She told you.
You nodded again.
“Come on! I don’t need you dying of hypothermia,” she grabbed your hand. The water got shallow enough to walk in, and she let go. You hurried after her through the water, till you were at the wall that was the other side. “Well this is rich.” She slapped the water.
“Wait… I’ve got something. It’s going to take a hell of a lot of strength, but it’s the only way I’ve got right now,” you told her, and she looked at you, an eyebrow raised.
“We just ran down a hall with bullets shot at us by angry Hydra guards. We then proceeded to bust out of a metal-barred window before falling into cold water, which we swam through to the other side. Do you really have much strength?” She asked.
“No, but hope and determination. I’ve got to try,” you insisted. “Give me two of your vibranium arrows. Then take two for yourself. Just pray that you have enough upper body strength.” Matrix looked puzzled, but she reached for her quiver and handed you two of the arrows.
“We’re glad they didn’t fall out when we jumped,” she shrugged as you took the two of them, one in each hand. You shoved them, tip first, into the hard dirt of the wall. “Oh… I see. You want to climb - that’s actually a really fucking good idea.” She admitted, before shoving her own two arrows into the dirt.
And yes, it did take some insane upper body strength and the life out of your two arms, but soon you had climbed to the top of the wall and were standing on solid ground again. Other than a headache and ringing ears, plus feeling a little bit dizzy, you seemed fine. May agreed that that was all she was really dealing with, too. “Gee, thanks Hydra for giving us so much pain tolerance,” She scoffed.
“Yeah, Hydra. You played yourself,” you rolled your eyes and began walking. And in the nick of time. Bullets started raining down on you and Matrix. You glanced back at the compound to see snipers on the roofs, their guns trained on you.
Fuck.
You grabbed for Matrix’s wrist and pulled her along into the cover of the forest surrounding the compound. Heavy brush and tree trunks would help you get away. The snipers wouldn’t be able to get a clear shot. You had to practically hop, the brush was insanely tall.
But there wasn’t enough time to hop. Bullets started crashing into the trees, pieces of wood went flying everywhere. “DOES HYDRA GIVE ANY SHITS ABOUT MOTHER NATURE?” You cursed, dive rolling to avoid a chunk of tree trunk flying at your head.
“I don’t think Hydra gives shits about anything, really.” May yelled back, dodging to avoid a piece of wood herself. “Now come on, eventually they’ll give it up.”
You nodded, although she was facing the other direction so she couldn’t see you.
“UGH!” A prickly vine had wound itself about your ankle, and you were stuck. Thorns pressed into your skin, and you watched as blood trickled out.
“Hold on, don’t fucking wound yourself,” May circled back around and helped you get rid of the vine with an army knife. “Now come on.” She grabbed your hand, and you both continued running through the thick foliage, bullets and pieces of the forest flying after you.

> “Bucky, she’ll be fine,” Natasha comforted Buck as they both sat on the hotel room bed. The door was being fixed by Steve. It had taken quite some lying and explaining to the hotel owners why the door had been kicked in, but finally, Steve had just offered to fix it, and perhaps by his charm, the lady who had been yelling to Bucky about it for half an hour just gave in and let them be.
“That’s what you keep saying. But it’s Hydra. When has anyone ever been fine with Hydra,” Bucky spat, jerking away his shoulder, which Natasha had placed a hand on. Nat closed her mouth.
“You know what, you’re fucking right. Let’s give up all hope. She’s dead, there’s no way she could have lived. All right, Steve, let’s go home.” She snapped, getting up off the bed. Steve turned to glare at her.
“Natasha!” He scolded, and she huffed and crossed her arms.
“What? It’s all he wants to believe, anyway. Won’t hurt if someone else believes it now, will it?” She objected.
“Look, Buck, I know what you’re feeling now. We’ll go look after her, as soon as I finish fixing this damn door. Thanks, hotel lady. By yelling at us to repair the door Hydra kicked down, you’re putting an Avengers mission in jeopardy.” He rolled his eyes and continued putting in one of the hinges.
Of course, he was taken aback when the door fucking flew back on him.
Again.
MOTHER OF CHRI - (Name)?” Buck shot up from the bed as Steve said your name. “Holy… what happened, are you okay?” Steve stepped aside, and Bucky’s breath hitched.
It was you, alright. But you were bleeding bad, you had a black eye, your lip was cut and swollen… and you were being hoisted up on the shoulder of another assassin.
Matrix.
Quick as the speed of light, Natasha had already drawn a gun and was pointing it at May’s head. “Put it down, Nat. Who the hell do you think dragged my ass all the way here. I’d be dead or still with Hydra right now were it not for her,” you ordered Natasha, who sighed with relief and placed the gun back in it’s holster.
“Doll… what happened?” Bucky asked, his voice hoarse. Tears were welling in his eyes, but they were happy tears. He smiled weakly. You were okay. Everything was going to be okay.
“It’s kind of a long story, but I’ll tell you… once I get cleaned up. Right now, you need to help Matrix with her problem. I’ll go take a shower - Natasha, help me out?” You asked your friend, shrugging off of May’s shoulder. She looked at you, surprised.
“Help me with what?” She asked quietly.
“You told me once that you were looking for someone. Jake? Jack?-”
“Jacob.” She interrupted, her voice emotionless. And if her voice was emotionless, her face was the exact opposite. Sad and concerned, grateful and scared - all of those feelings were painted on her face. “But… I don’t even know if he’s still alive.”
“If I know anything, I know that the Avengers have the resources and intel to find out if he is or not. You helped me. Let me help you.” You smiled, your first real smile for a few days. Nat, Steve, and Bucky also smiled, out of relief and amazement.
People like this could still feel.
They could still long for someone, somebody.
Bucky longed for you tonight. On his own with you, somewhere save. champagne and that bubble bath stuff he had bought for you the day before. Sex by candlelight… something cheesily romantic. But it was going to be hard.
With the door knocked down and all.


//P.S: This may be the end of this part of the series. I’m going to make a second installment, but it will be a few years later. Stay tuned, loves!//


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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.