Pyromania (Bucky x Reader) 8
  Summary: (Winter Soldier-Endgame Insert) Youâre an enhanced HYDRA agent who negotiated her way out of being a weapon. Youâre now the nurse/ aid of the Winter Soldier. You end up escaping with him and follow him in and out of danger while slowly developing feelings for each other.  Words: 3000+ (approx)  Chapter: 8/?  Part 7
 When I wake up, Iâm on the ground somewhere. I sit up way too quickly and I almost pass out again immediately. Some kind of warehouse or⌠something. I remember falling and hitting the water and then⌠nothing. Behind me someone moves and I spin around, only to find Bucky waking up. His arm is caught in a sort of vice.  I move forwards and wrap my hands around his face, muttering apologies in Russian. His free hand traps mine there. I press my lips softly to his forehead. He starts trying to get up and I hear Samâs voice for a moment and then footsteps. I turn around and see Rogers and Wilson approaching us cautiously.Â
  âSteve,â   âWhich Bucky am I talking to?â Heâs clearly uneasy.   âYour momâs name was Sarah,â He pauses before chuckling, âYou used to wear newspapers in your shoes,â   âCanât read that in a museum,â Steve smirks a bit.   âJust like that, weâre supposed to be cool?â   âI dropped him,â The two men look to me, âUsed the fail-safe. Itâs not even written down in his files. Say a word, he drops unconscious and switches out of it,â They nod but still seem unsure.   âWhat did I do?â Bucky manages to get out.   âEnough,â   âOh god. I knew this would happen,â His voice breaks a little and so does my heart, âEverything HYDRA put inside me is still there. All he had to do is say the goddamn words,â   âWho was he?â   âI donât know,â   âThe bombing, the setup⌠The doctor did all that just to get 10 minutes with you. I need you to do better than âI donât knowââ   âHey! Ok. Thatâs enough. Give him a fucking break!â I stand up.   âN/N, donât,â   âHeâs been through hell and back. He wakes up and youâre already interrogating him. Maybe back off a little!â My voice has been rising in volume and I find myself standing directly in front of Steve, âIâm not scared of you. And unlike my soldier, I donât have any issues with hurting you to deal with you!â   âY/N, stop,â I whirl around, âHeâs just trying to help us,â I huff, debating whether it was worth punching his face but decide against it and march back to Buckyâs side and crouch beside him, âHe wanted to know about Siberia. Where I was kept. He wanted to know exactly where,â   âWell, fuck,â I mutter quietly. Only one reason anyone would want to go there.   âWhy would he need to know that?â   âBecause Iâm not the only Winter Soldier,â
 Watching Soldat train was certainly not my favorite activity. It was stressful and I disliked the other supersoldiers. One in particular was very aggressive.  Today was no exception. The rest of the nurses and I stood by on benches next to our soldiers. I stood with Konstantinov, Soldatâs current handler. Watching a pair of them compete in hand-to-hand, I bounced slightly on my toes. Soldat gave me a look but I ignored him.  I was getting nervous as Soldat started to spar with the angry one. I held my breath as they fought. The other one managed to get a grip on his arm and then kicked him across the room. He landed next to me after hitting the wall.   âYouâll have to do better,â Konstantinov scoffed, âGood work,â He directed towards the other one.  I bent down and pressed my palm to his cheek before he stood up. While the other oneâs nurse took his heart rate, he slammed the poor guy onto the ground after breaking his arm.  One of the guards hit him with a stick but it hardly did anything. Konstantinov cocked his gun, âSoldat, get me out of here,â I followed them out of the room while the other soldiers turned on the guards and the nurses. We ended up in a safe part of the facility while the others were sedated.
  âWho were they?â   âTheir most elite death squad. More kills than anyone in HYDRA history,â   âAnd that was before the serum,â I add, shaking my head.   âThey all turn out like you?â Sam seemed edgy now,   âWorse,â   âThe doctor,â Steve asked, âCould he control them?â   âEnough,â   âSaid he wanted to see an empire fall,â   âWith these guys he could do it,â I stand up, âThey speak 30 languages, can hide in plain sight, infiltrate, assassinate, destabilise. They can take a whole country down in one night, youâd never see them coming. We were taught the same things too, the enhanced,â   âThis would have been a lot easier a week ago,â Sam says to Steve.  They release his arm from the vice, still talking.   âIf we call Tony-â   âNo, he wonât believe us,â   âEven if he did, who knows if the Accords will let him help?â I turn my focus back to Bucky, whoâs trying to calm down again. I run my fingers through his hair and remind him to breathe.  We end up in a really old car, squished in. We were flown to Germany for whatever reason. Iâve relaxed my head against Buckyâs shoulder and when we stop I see that blue-haired girl, Selene, step out of a different car to meet Steve.  After a few minutes of chatting and what-not, they kiss and I smile a bit. Steve seems nice, I can understand why sheâs into him. Yeah, heâs pretty but heâs not my Soldat.  He tosses his shield and something else in the back before we drive to the airport.
 We park and get out. Iâm on high alert, definitely not liking the parking lot. We meet a man and a young woman climbing out of a white van. They greet Steve while Buck and I lean on the car.  I run my hands over his face softly, knowing a fight is coming. He leans his head into it and my heart skips a beat. I touch his cheekbones, the tip of his nose, his lips. I sigh a little before dropping my hands to my side.  I focus on another guy whoâs stepped out. He seems⌠Weird. I shrug it off and the girl waves at me. I wave back but jump a little when Bucky says loudly,   âWe should get moving,â   âWeâve got a chopper lined up,â The first guy tells us. Over the intercom, a voice tells passengers to evacuate in German.   âTheyâre evacuating the airport,â I say thoughtfully. Thatâs not good.   âStark,â Sam sighs.   âSuit up,â Steve instructs everyone. Bucky and I donât exactly have much so he pulls on the leather jacket from our bag that Selene retrieved and I yank on the harness and my fireproof long sleeve and make do with my baggy jeans. I grip his hands while he mentally prepares himself to fight.Â
 Steve runs out alone to the helicopter but is quickly intercepted by Iron Man. Cool. This will go down well. I keep count as more arrive. Another âIron Manâ who arrived with Stark. The same one who stopped us in Romania. The man in the cat suit who I now know as King TâChalla. Natasha and another girl with pink hair. Some strange younger boy in a suit. He takes Steveâs shield with some sticky web stuff. Iâm not a fan of that.  I move to sit with Wilson and Bucky while they scout for their Quinjet. Sam finds it quickly enough and lets Rogers know.  Immediately Lang and Barton initiate combat and the three of us start sprinting towards the jet. The kid hits the window as weâre running.   âWhat the hell is that?â I laugh at Buckyâs face, a mixture of confusion and horror.   âEveryoneâs got a gimmick now,â Sam rolls his eyes and runs faster. I know heâs struggling to keep up with our pace. I find it difficult already to slow down enough for Bucky, let alone a normal person.  The kid busts through the window and kicks Sam. Hard. I skid to a stop and Bucky turns around to punch him but the spider-kid catches it.   âYou have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude!â Ok, thatâs disturbing. How did he not go flying? I can see Bucky trying to work that out as well before Sam grabs the kid and continues to fly through the airport.  Iâm still standing there when Bucky practically throws me over his shoulder and starts running again.   âPut me down, suka!â I hit his back but he still keeps a grip on me. He does drop me a few seconds later though and flings a huge chunk of⌠something at the kid. He pulls me behind a pillar. He looks back to check if he hit.   âHey buddy, I think you lost this!â The hunk of metal comes flying back at us and Bucky throws himself on top of me. I shove him off, ready to set the kid on fire when Sam starts fighting him again.  Bucky grabs my harness and starts dragging me. I see Wilson hit the floor and then get stuck to a railing. Bucky seems to forget heâs got me in tow when he flings himself in front of Sam to protect him from the kid kicking him. We all hit the ground and Iâm momentarily unaware of what happens. I see Buckyâs metal arm trapped to the ground with more of that nasty web stuff but Iâm too dizzy for it to make much sense.   âYou couldnât have done that earlier?â   âI hate you,â Wilson groans. I sit up but Iâm overcome by a wave of nausea. Fuck. Iâm definitely concussed. I know I can push through the effects of it but for the moment I just sit there, trying to hang on to whatever remains in my stomach.   âSunny? Sunshine? Y/N!â I jolt and realise Buckyâs been yelling at me. I wave my hand before jumping up and throwing up somewhere behind a wall.   âIâm good. Letâs get out of here,â I groan. Now that thatâs done, Iâll be fine. Buckyâs not having any of it though. He holds his hand out and I begrudgingly allow him to hoist me onto his back, âYouâre slow enough without me,â I grumble.   âI lift 400 pounds. Youâre nothing,â We start running again and make it outside, meeting Steve and the others. We stop abruptly when some floating figure cuts a line in front of us. Great! Another issue.   âCaptain Rogers. I know you believe what youâre doing is right but for the collective good, you must surrender now,â I slide off of Buckyâs back.   âWhat do we do, Cap?â Wilson mutters.   âWe fight,â We all move forward to meet them, jogging, then breaking into a run.  I lock eyes with the pink-haired girl. I meet her and get a good grip on her, trying to wrap my arms around her neck. Iâm aware of Bucky on my right, locked in battle with TâChalla. Sheâs really good at hand-to-hand combat though, and definitely stronger than me. My agility makes me a good match though, and we lose and gain position often. Her fight pattern is uncomfortably familiar and I canât help but wonder why I recognize it. She jerks away quickly when I grab her hands, which have gripped my harness. I feel their heat and I know I canât control it for much longer. I use that to backsault out of it and run towards Bucky.  He gets thrown into the side of a box and is clearly winded. TâChalla moves to strike him and I put all my energy into sprinting into him. I slam into his whole body and send him flying. Wanda, the girl who waved at me in the car park, catches him with her weird magic stuff and throws him through a plane tunnel. I salute her before yanking Bucky to his feet.  Heâs a little bit out of it so I use all my strength to pull him along, as fast as I can go. Steve meets us and we stop for a moment.   âWe gotta go. That guyâs probably in Siberia by now,â Heâs panting. Hard.   âWe gotta draw out the flyers,â Steve responds.   âIâll take Vision, you get to the jet,â   âNo, you get to the jet. The three of you,â Sam calls in over the comms. Clint agrees.   âAlright, Sam, whatâs the play?â   âWe need a diversion. Something big,â I consider sending myself to a plane or one of the buildings to blow it up.   âDonât,â Buck grips my wrist so hard I think for a moment he might break it,  âYouâre not playing kamikaze again,â I nod, but still consider it.   âI got something kinda big, but I canât hold it very long,â Lang says over the comms, âOn my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, donât come back for me,â   âHeâs gonna tear himself in half?â Bucky shakes his head. We all wait for a moment.  Lang transforms until heâs huge. Like. Bigger than the planes, âYou go ahead. We can catch up,â Buck breathes in my ear. I almost shake my head but the look he gives me scares me a little. And thatâs saying something. I nod but quickly press my lips to his.   âRun fast,â I whisper.   âI guess thatâs the signal,â Rogers is still staring at Scott.  I take off running, knowing no one will catch me. I donât look back, no matter how much I want to. I hear burning behind me and realise Iâm running on flaming feet. That might be cool and all, if it was because of how fast I was running. But the truth is simply that Iâm upset and worried about my Soldat.  I reach the jet and skid to a stop. I try to put out the flames but Iâm getting myself more and more worked up the more I try to extinguish them.   âFuck, fuck, fuck!â I stamp my feet. My hands are also burning.  I hear a crashing and see a building coming down over the entrance to the hangar. I rush to reach Steve and Bucky, who are just about to reach me when it stops. Wanda is holding it, barely. Something happens and she has to let it go but Steve and Bucky make it in. I fling myself at my soldier and his arms wrap tightly around me, picking me up and carrying me into the jet. My feet and hands mustâve gone out.  Steve starts it up and we fly out of the hangar. Bucky collapses to the ground, still holding me so hard I can hardly breathe. I donât care though and knot my fingers into his hair.   âBreathe, doll. You need to breathe,â He whispers into my ear as I fight down sobs. Iâm not sure why Iâm so upset now. Of all the times to be upset. I must look insane, my eyes are wide, staring straight into his. Itâs the sight of those striking blue eyes that make my heart flutter.  His hand reaches for my face and I allow him to brush back my hair and stroke my cheek. I calm down enough to feel us speed up. We must have Stark and the other guy on our tail. Bucky settles himself in a seat and straps himself in. I sit on his lap and try to calm the anxiety in my chest.  We fly for an hour before I start to relax. I find a first aid kit and deal with Buckyâs cuts. I make a fuss over the tiniest things and he allows me. Normally heâd brush me off and try to make me sit down but he must think itâs better to allow himself to be fussed over again. I finally finish and my hands are still shaking.  Why Iâm on edge, Iâm not sure.
Bucky
  âKang Y/N,â She freezes, startled at the use of her full name. She locks eyes with Bucky, âYou are going to be fine,â He knows that itâs because theyâre returning to Siberia. To where both of them were held against our will. She shakes her head and sits down across from him, âWhatâs going to happen to your friends?â   âWhatever it isâŚâ Steveâs voice breaks a little, âIâll deal with it,â   âI donât know if Iâm worth all this, Steve,â He sighs. She exhales and buries her face in her hands.   âWhat you did all those years. It wasnât you,â Steve is quiet when he says it but thereâs a weight behind his words, âYou didnât have a choice,â   âI know. But I did it,â She stands up.   âShut up,â Bucky opens his mouth but snaps it shut when he sees her face. Itâs dark, her eyes are filling with tears, âDonât even fucking⌠Just. Donât,â Sheâs been on edge since the airport and this conversation isnât helping. She walks to sit on the floor of the jet, towards the back.  He moves to sit next to Steve.   âShe really cares about you,â His voice is hushed.   âI guess,â   âDonât give me that,â He rubs his eyes, âShe wouldnât be here right now if she didnât. I see the way she looks at you. Itâs⌠A lot. The way she hovers over you, fusses about your injuries, always ends up back at your side. Iâve never seen anyone like that before,â Bucky considers his words for a moment.  After HYDRA and SHIELD. After the crash. She was there, obviously looking for him. She came with him, knowing sheâd be killed if they were caught. The way she fought to stay by his side after they were taken from Romania.  According to Steve, sheâd jumped right off the roof for him. Sheâs always been like that though. Itâs always been⌠Y/N and Bucky. Heâd never really considered it until now.   âDo you think sheâŚâ   âIâm not blind, Buck. She kissed you. Thatâs not just a friend thing,â He smirks at Bucky. He looks back over at her. Sheâs clearly still nursing a headache and God knows what other effects of a concussion. Her head rests in her hands as she sits on the floor.  He knows he felt his heart skip a beat when she kissed him. It always does when she touches him. Heâd always just put it down to the fact that every other instance of physical contact in his life had been violent.   But maybe it was something elseâŚ
















