He's looking all around
"Ahh, here we go. He should be awake in a few." Footsteps retreating and a door gently closed. Someone coughs and clears their throat. Quiet whispering, chuckling following soon after.
Bucky groaned, his head throbbing with pain. He attempted to open his eyes, but a blinding white light made him rethink his actions. A heavy smell of cleaning supplies hung in the air, almost suffocating.
"Hey, random-guy-who-got-hit-by-a-deer-and-name-we-don't-know, you okay?" That must be Sam, from what Bucky remembered. His voice was deeper than Steve's, sounded like he's been through everything.
"You know, you sure really carry your license with you." He continued, not waiting for an answer. Someone grunted in agreement. "It would make this a lot easier."
"Speaking of easy," another voice chimed in, new to him, "That deer did not let you off easy. Whatcha do? Piss off mother nature?" Someone snorts.
"Maybe I'm too hot for anyone to resist?" Bucky mumbled, turning his head to the side.
"Well, that certainly seems to be the case for Steve, oh you should see- Owww!! Steve stop it. Oh stop it, don't stare at me like thaaat," the new voice whined.
"Steve's just angry cause its true!" Same chuckles, and Bucky can hear him shaking his head.
"I just can't go anywhere with you guys," Steve exclaims, exasperated, " You're the reason why we can't have good things!"
"Who us??" Sam and the new person say with exaggerated innocence. Steve groans. Bucky finally tries to open his eyes again.
Squinting in the light, he sees three people sitting in front of him. Steve let's out the biggest grin once he sees Bucky's up. There are two people on either, one with dark skin, the other light with a slight tan. Both have short hair, military cut? He shakes his head slightly.
"Welcome to the future, man." Sam says happily. He's wearing a green sweater with VA in the corner.
His smile's easy going.
The other person grins at Sam. He finally looks at Bucky, giving him a knowing half nod, before turning his attention back to Sam. Lovers? Or just really, really close friends?
"So," Steve claps, bringing him back to reality, "Who are you?" He looks like an overexcited puppy.
"Hopefully," Bucky responds, smooth Brooklyn drawl coming back, "Soon to be your boyfriend." He smirks at a gaping Steve.
"Oh, Steve would like that, don't worry, Dr. Strange," the new person says, looking at Bucky briefly. "By the way, the names Riley. Don't forget." Is that a threat he hears?
"I can't help but hear your accent. Brooklyn?" Sam says, oblivious to the flustered Steve. Bucky nods, still focused on Steve. Steve fidgets, not meeting his eyes except for a few quick glances.
"Well, our Steve here," Sam rests his hand on Steve's right shoulder, and Bucky just can't help but feel a little jealous, "Is also from there. You two know each other at all?"
Bucky looks at Steve thoughtfully, the pain in his head ebbing away. Steve doesn't seem to be handling it well under his gaze. His blush is redder than a ripe strawberry.
"I think I would remember someone like him," Bucky says slowly, narrowing his eyes a bit. Sam just smiles and shakes his head.
"He didn't look like this before, you gotta think of a small, asthmatic kid." Bucky switches his course of thinking, his eyes widening as he realised who Steve was.
"That was you?" he asks in shock. He remember that wheezing boy, who could barely do one pushup. "Damn, Steve Rogers," Steve shivers at how Bucky sounds when he says his name, "You Neville Longbottom-ed it." He lets out a low whistle.
"Since you know your husband's name, can we know yours?" Sam asks curiously. At the same time, Riley says, "Longbottom? We all know Steve wants to bottom."
"I don't know, can you?" Bucky says, a smug look crossing his face. Sam flips him off, and he just shrugs. "James Buchanan Barnes," Sergeant Barnes of the 107th, 32557038, "Bucky if we're friends."
"Steve wants to be more than friends," Riley coughs out. Steve shoots him aa poisonous glare. Riley points to himself with wide eyes, who me??
"Wait," Sam's looks at him with sudden realisation, "Bucky, as in Buck. Buck, a male deer. Buck got hit by buck. Oh my god, I've solved it all." Sam looks like a kid in a candy store. Riley bursts our laughing, while Steve tries to remain professional, but failing. The three of them are near tears.
Bucky, however, does not find any of this funny.
A door opens, and all four of them look to the door to find a doctor walking in. He has short, curly hair, his name tag reading Dr Bruce Banner.
"Ah, good you're awake," He walks over stiffly, going to the other side of the bed. He checks the IV that's connected to Bucky's arm, his only true arm left.
"Everything seems fine." He tells Bucky in a calm voice. "No concussion, no broken bones. Just bruised ribs, and your head might hurt a bit because of the fall you took." Bucky just nods, waiting for this to be over. Oh how he hated doctors, hospitals, just anything medical. It reminds him of...
"Fall back, fall back. They knew we were coming!" Screams fill the air, along with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Sergeant Barnes turns to the left, meeting another soldiers eyes. They both raise their rifles.
The soldier takes step back. He shouldn't have. A mine goes off, making the building shudder. The blast knocks Bucky off his feet, and does worse the the old building. It groans once, then its toppling to the left.
He slides across the floor, a hand with no body hitting him. A piece of ceiling crumbles.. His left arm is trapped... He has to get out... Or die trying... Can't think... Or move... Must... He tries to move, but that only pulls on his arm. There's the sound of bones cracking, skin pulling apart, screams lost among others. He throws up on himself.
Ringing in his ears, eyes seeing nothing, shouting over the sound of building collapsing into itself. Smell of blood, vomit, fear... So much in the air... Too much to breathe...His eyes droop close... Going in and out of sleep. Tony standing over him, whispering over and over, "It's okay, we'll fix this. We always do."
"Bucky? Bucky!" Steve's shaking him, the worry in his eyes is too much for Bucky. He pushes Steve away, refusing to meet anyone's eyes.
"Get out," he says coldly. Steve tries to protest, but Dr. Banner shoos them out. Sam and Riley share a look.