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Hey! I’m in love w your fics and I was wondering if you could write one where Bucky gets hurt protecting Sam. Sorry it’s so vague, feel free to run with it :)
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Five Bullets And Nineteen Hours
The last thing Sam sees before Bucky slams into him is a wall of muzzel flashes. His eyes burn with the lights as he tumbles through the air, Bucky clinging to him as they fall through the dark. Sam can hear the ground coming, he doesn't know how, but he can hear it. Or feel it maybe. He doesn't know. His head is spinning. If his wings hadn't been busted he could save them, he could fix this.
He feels Bucky's fingers dig into his shoulder, grabbing at his vest, and then he's spinning again. They slam into the ground hard. He hears Bucky shout as he hits first, and then grunt when Sam lands on top of him. Sam lies there, his heart pounding in his ears, his labored breathing matching Bucky's beneath him.
Once he catches his breath he pushed himself up, hands pressed flat on the ground bracketing Bucky's head. He opens his mouth to make a joke, and then sees how dazed Bucky looks.
"You okay Buck?" He asks, still not rolling off him. He should get off him. But the longer he looks at Bucky the less okay he looks. Bucky smiles through a grimace, and shakes his head. Sam's brow furrows and then he feels it. Wetness on his stomach. He does roll off then, tossing himself to the side and looking down. He reaches out, sits his hand gently agaisnt Bucky's shirt, when he pulls it back his skin is red and wet. Bucky's covered in blood.
Sam looks down at himself, his heart pounding as he pats at his chest, feeling for pain, and wounds. Bucky's hand reaches out, startling Sam. He taps his fingertips against Sam's knee. Sam looks at him, his eyes and throat burning.
"It's all me Sam." He huffs, trying to laugh, and then he's coughing and there's blood on his lips and Sam can't see anymore. He swallows hard and reaches for his coms.
"Torres i need a med evac NOW!" He's yelling, knows he doesn't need to, can't help it.
"We're on the way Sam just hang on!" Torres sounds frantic too, he must have seen them fall, and not seen Sam's wings.
"It's not for me. I'm fine. It's... just hurry man!" His voice is rough.
"ETA a mintue thirty Sam! We're almost there!" His voice is shaky in Sam's ear, and as soon as he stops talking Sam hears the quinn jet, sees the lights, and looks down to see Bucky looking at him. He's blinking slow, a small, bloody, smile on his face.
"Hey. Hey Bucky. Stay with me okay you're gonna be okay." He says this quickly and slowly at once. His hand moving to the side of Bucky's face. There's a dark puddle spreading underneath him now and Sam can't do anything. There's too many holes, and too much blood. Way too much blood.
"Sam." Bucky breathes, coughs, more blood on his lips.
"Sam." His voice is firm now. Sam refuses to think of it as urgent.
"What? What is it?" Sam's voice is quiet, he's leaning down, close to Bucky so he doesn't have to talk so loud, so he can save his energy. Bucky smiles at him again, and then grimaces, blood covering his teeth and dripping down his cheek, Sam whipes it away with his thumb.
"Thank you." Bucky says, his voice tight, eyes squeezing shut as his body shudders once.
"Don't do that. Don't you fucking do that. You don't get to say goodbye." Sam wipes at the blood that keeps dripping from his mouth. Bucky grimaces again and grabs Sam's hand, holds it.
"It's okay Sam. It's-" he takes a wet rattling breath, squeezes Sam's hand.
"It's. Okay." He says, his eyes fluttering closed.
"No no no. Buck. Bucky! Hey! Open your eyes!" Sam pats at his face but his eyes stay closed.
"No no no! TORRES GET DOWN HERE NOW!" He yells it as the quinn jet lands. The rest is a blur. He remembers helping them get Bucky on the stretcher. Remembers the pool of blood shining black in the dirt. Remembers Torres patting him down, looking for wounds. And he remembers the stars. So many stars. He remembers the stars, and how beautiful they were. And he remembers hating them. Remembers thinking they had no right to be so beautiful while Bucky was dying. And then he'd shaken his head. Because Bucky wasn't dying. He couldn't be dying. Sam wouldn't let him.
Nineteen hours.
Bucky is in surgery for nineteen hours. And Sam waits. He calls Sarah a few times. Her and the boys bring him food and sit with him for awhile, before going back home. They offered to stay but Sam wouldn't let them. The boys had school, and Sarah had work. She scolded him, but relented and took the boys home.
The doctor came to Sam looking tired. Told him Bucky was okay. That he'd be out of commission for while, but probably not as long as he'd expected, being a super soldier and all. Sam had thanked him and asked if he could see him. The doctor looked at him for a long moment, and then nodded. He showed him to Bucky's room and told him to stay as long he liked.
He woke up two hours later.
Sam had been reading something on his phone, he doesn't know what, can't remember, doesn't matter, when he'd heard Bucky move. Sam looked up to see him looking at him, his eyes only half open.
"Hey man. How ya feel?" He moved his chair a bit closer. Bucky grimaced, his hand moving from his side to his stomach gently.
"Like i got shot. And then fell out of a plane." He sighed, his head falling back onto his pillow.
"Makes sense. I mean it was five bullets. And a three hundred foot drop." Sam said.
"Oh, no big deal then." Bucky shrugged, his brow furrowing with the pain again.
"Yeah. No big deal." Sam said, his voice somber. Bucky looked at him.
"I'm fine Sam." He said, not looking away.
"Always with the staring." Sam muttered. The corner of Bucky's mouth twitched, but he didn't look away. Sam shook his head.
"I am fine though Sam." He nodded, still not looking away.
"You almost weren't." Sam said, his chest tightening, the black pool of blood Bucky had left behind flashing behind his eyes.
"Yeah. Well," he shrugged again.
"Saved you."
Sam's eyes jumped from Bucky's hand to his face. He watched Bucky lick his lips and finally look away.
"That why you did it?" Sam asked.
"Why else would i have done it?" Bucky asked, looking a bit uncomfortable.
"Don't know. You said goodbye pretty easy." He said, pressing his fingertips into his thigh.
"I didn't say goodbye." Bucky mumbled, looking everywhere but at Sam now.
"You kinda did though." Sam said, not backing down. Bucky groaned and dropped his head back again.
"What do you want me to say Sam? Just tell me so i can say it and we can stop talking." Bucky sighed.
"Just admit you were saying goodbye man, and we can be done with it!" He teased, smiling now that Bucky was his grouchy self again.
"I didn't say goodbye, i said thank you!" He raised his voice as he turned to Sam, grimacing at the pain in his chest. Sam felt his own chest tighten.
"For what?"
Bucky groaned, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
"Come on Buck." Sam encouraged, bumping his knuckles into Bucky's arm, his skin was warm. Bucky rolled his head to the side, his eyes falling on Sam.
"For letting me help." His voice was quiet. Sam's heart fluttered, he looked, sad. His eyes widered than his usual frown and glare.
"If i remember correctly you didn't give me much choice." Sam teases. Bucky shrugged and half smiled.
"Yeah, but didn't have to let me keep helping. And you didn't have to watch my back. Or keep an eye on me. Or-" he paused, took a deep breath.
"Or invite me to meet your family." He stared at Sam, his tonge moving over his lip before he pulled it between his teeth.
"You didn't have to do any of that. But you did. You gave me a second chance Sam. And i- i can never thank you enough for that. And i just- i needed you to know that. That i appreciate it. I appreciate you. So... thank you." He shrugged again, his shoulders moving up and down once, he was frowning again, but it was an uncertain frown, not the annoyed one that usually painted his features.
"Buck-"
"You don't have to say anything." Bucky cut him off, his eyes had moved to his lap.
"Buck." Sam said, tentatively. Bucky's eyes stayed down.
"Bucky look at me." He bumped his arm again, his fingers lingering against Bucky's skin this time. Bucky slowly moved his eyes to him.
"You deserved this second chance. And i know you struggle with that. You don't think you deserve it. But Buck," he took a deep breath and sighed.
"Buck you're a good guy. You're the most honest person i know, to like, a fault, sometimes." Sam smiled when Bucky snorted.
"But seriously, you're a good man. With a hard past. But you're doing the best with what you've been given. And after all the shit you've been through, man I'd say you're doing great. And Buck," he paused again, moving his hand on top of Bucky's arm, Bucky's eyes fell to it, and Sam could have sworn his breath had caught in his throat. He moved his eyes back up to Sam's face, they were wide and shining.
"Buck if you hadn't been there for me last night, I'd be dead." He said, simple. Matter of fact.
"You saved my life. And you know i hate to admit it but, it's not the first time you've done it, it probably be won't the last. Listen man, I'm just... glad you were there. And that you're still here. So you're welcome. But thank you too. I wouldn't be here without you." He squeezed Bucky's arm and moved his hand back, his fingers trailing slowly over his skin before resting on the bed next to him. Bucky was still staring. But his eyes were now glued to Sam's hand, he seemed transfixed.
"Buck?"
"Hmm?" He hummed, not really paying attention. Sam waited. Bucky was thinking, Sam could see it, could see his gears turning, he bit his lip to hold back a joke. He waited. And he watched. And he smiled softly when Bucky's eyes cleared and he came back to himself, back to Sam. Bucky's eyes stayed on Sam's hand as he moved his own hand slowly across the few inches between them.
Sam's heart fluttered as Bucky pressed his hand under Sam's. Sam moved a little, accommodating him, Bucky's fingertips moving along his palm had Sam biting his lip. Sam moved to match Bucky, locking their fingers together. Bucky stared at their hands, pressed together, smiling a little when Sam moved his thumb in gentle circles over Bucky's skin.
When he finally looked up at Sam, his eyes shining, he looked happy. He wasn't smiling. Or trying to smile. He wasn't always great at it. But he looked, lighter. Like he'd let something go. Something that had been keeping him from this. From reaching out to touch Sam. To touch him when they weren't under attack. Not pulling him away from gunfire, and shielding him from bombs and fists. Just, reaching out to touch. Because he wanted to.
The corner of Bucky's mouth twitched as they looked at each other.
"You saved me too Sam." Bucky said, finally breaking the silence. Sam smiled, the heart monitor next to the bed beeped faster. Bucky's eyes moved to it and then back to Sam, his cheeks flushing. Sam smiled wider, flashing Bucky a toothy grin, the monitor sped up again. Bucky groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow, grimacing a little at the pain in his chest. Sam laughed.
Bucky shook his head and let his eyes fall closed with a sigh. Sam watched him as he slowly fell asleep, only looking away to smile down at their linked fingers. He watched Bucky sleep, held his hand, and told himself that he'd never let go.
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