Imminent Danger

He frowned lightly, twitching again lightly. “Huh.” he said softly. “Yeah.. Please uh.. help.” he muttered, looking over at the other, knowing it was killing him not to help.

“Oh thank god.” He immediately released his cufflinks, his whole body and attention swiveling as his hands went for the one that Bucky was using to abuse himself with so he could pluck the tool out of his fingers. Looking down was definitely not as bad as he was worried it might be, thankfully, and he caught his wrist in one hand to bright the damaged gear up so he could look at it better. 

Clint looked up at him, grey eyes shadowed beneath from lack of sleep. It had been like this every night for the last six days, unable to sleep more than an hour or two before the nightmares–everything hazed in blue and his actions dictated by the voice in his head instead of his own consciousness–woke him with a scream.

Clint looked up at him, grey eyes shadowed beneath from lack of sleep. It had been like this every night for the last six days, unable to sleep more than an hour or two before the nightmares–everything hazed in blue and his actions dictated by the voice in his head instead of his own consciousness–woke him with a scream.

“Hey, look at me. It’s not real. There isn’t anything there.”

“It’s okay! Nothing is in here, nothing!”

“Describe what you see to me.”

“Ssh, I don’t hear anything. We’re alone.”

“I don’t know how to make something that I can’t see go away!”

“Here, squeeze my hand. You can hold onto me. I’m real, I’m not going anywhere.”

“We’re going to play a game. Focus on yourself and the things around you. Focus on what’s real, and count. There is one book, there are two chairs. You have two arms, you have two legs. Okay? Keep counting and focusing on the things around you.”

“Take a deep breath in, that’s it, now let it out. Come on, you can do it again. Just breathe.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Sometimes, I can’t even recognize you.”

“Who are you, anymore?”

“Why are you shaking so much?”

“Hey, hey! You’re okay, you’re safe here! Please calm down, you have to breathe.”

“Here, I made you something to eat. I know you’re never hungry, but…”

“Have you had anything to drink or eat today?”

“Did you take your medicine today?”

“How did you sleep?”

“What did you do to yourself?”

“Let me see…please?”

“Here, I’ll clean and bandage it. Alright? Will you let me?”

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

“Stop, stop it! You’re hurting yourself!”

“I’ll leave the light on, okay? Look, it’s not dark.”

“I’ll stay right here. You’re not alone, okay? I’m here.”

“Hey, anxiety’s a bitch, right? I’ll go with you!”

“Hey, I’m proud of you. You did great.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“You’re not broken.”

“Wake up! It’s just a bad dream!”

“You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Come on, we need to go the hospital. You’ll be safe there.”

“Huh.” he made, shifting to lean over the arm a bit more, twitching as the somewhat loose part shocked him. “Oh. It’s probably not supposed to do that.” he added, frowning, before he glanced at Tony. “I can’t believe you’re actually actively not looking.”

He pouted. “I’m not sure, I guess I didn’t want to bother you.” he said quietly, shrugging then. “Just doesn’t want to work the way I want it to.” he murmured, frowning as he leaned towards the table to get a bigger tool.

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“Well, if you promise you won’t look, you can stay.” he murmured, leaning back over to try and fix something on the metal hand himself. He could do this, no problem.

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Huh.

He wasn’t sure what was going on with that other one, but he didn’t care much for it, if he was being honest. He just didn’t want to start any fights, really.

James glanced at the man, as it seemed the other wasn’t as defensive anymore as he had been just moments prior. Maybe he could get his point across with honesty, as he had worked with that in the best way, really. 

“A chance.” he said, simply. “A chance for my people to stop the hunger, to stop the pain of losing loved ones. We’re a strong folk, but it doesn’t have to be this way. I want to possibly rebuild our partnership and get back to trading. We both know your country grows the best crops, and ours is known for our strong forests and mines. It’s all I want in return. I don’t want to be at war, I don’t want to see my people die from it. Or from hunger, or nature.”

Tony was quiet for a long moment then, taking in his words and releasing a soft sigh. He was aware of what a formidable force their two peoples once were together, how they’d been nearly impossible to topple. Yes, his own country was still strong on its own, but it had had to change how it was strong to survive.

The country led by the man before him hadn’t had that option. 

Bucky just follows Steve’s voice and his tug, because his sight is a little blurry, and he feels like just laying down and never getting up again. The problem was that, if he were to do that, he’d really not get up ever again. So he lets himself fall down onto the chair Steve puts him on, with his hand pressed to his side. “Uh-huh.” he answers, swaying even while only sitting as he presses more onto the bleeding side, hissing softly as pain shoots through him. 

He’ll be fine, though, he will always be fine. He has to take care of Steve, so he can’t just go and die or something. So he won’t. Instead, Bucky fights to keep his eyes open, and it’s never been this hard, really, as they just want to close and send him back to sleep.

Bucky’s lack of a reaction to the teasing makes Steve all the more worried about Bucky’s blood loss. If he can get the wounds closed though, Bucky will surely be okay, right? Steve makes quick work of getting the scissors and getting Bucky’s shirt off to assess the damage. “It’s not that bad, Buck, you’re going to be alright,” He assures him as he tosses aside the bloodied shirt and hurries over to the sink to fill a bowl with warm water and soap so that he can clean the wounds before he starts sewing them shut to prevent any infection from forming.

His hand brushes gently over her hair, and through it, warm lips of his meeting the top of her head as he just holds her against himself. “And I’m lucky, too.” he murmurs, letting the moment settle for a little while, his heart thumping in his chest, strong and happy. “We’re gonna be parents..” he murmurs, yet it still doesn’t sound scary to him, really.

The idea of that still makes Sarah’s heart skip a beat unpleasantly. She’s worried about all the things that could go wrong not just after her pregnancy but during. The baby might be as sick as she was, but she prays that he might get all of Bucky’s strength and charisma while he’s in there. Her little body wasn’t made to carry babies, so what if that somehow ruins the baby, what if after so many months there’s no more room for him to grow? What if giving birth kills the baby? What if it kills her? And then after, how will she know how to be a good mother when she only had her own for a little while? She can’t remember all the things her mother taught her, how will she know what to do? Does the baby come home from the hospital with an instruction manual?