fucking bucky
Heart in your throat, you silently screamed at yourself as you reached for your pistol... wait where is your pistol? Panic rose like bile as you dashed into the bedroom and hid under the bed. You tried to recall where you had misplaced it and paled as you remembered you left it on the bike in your haste to clean up your wound. Berating yourself over and over, you started to think of a plan. First, you would wait for the intruder to walk into the bedroom. Then, you'd reach out and grab both of their feet to yank their legs out from underneath them. Then you’d twist one of their ankles harshly, efficiently breaking it to destabilize them as you-
“Jordan?”
You almost sobbed with relief. Almost.
“In here!” you yelled back, slowly pulling yourself out from underneath the bed.
As you stood up and glanced at him, you heard a sharp intake of breath. You almost smiled at who you were staring at. Almost.
James Buchanan Barnes stood in front of you in all his beautiful glory. The guarded look in his eyes widened for a moment as he glanced down at your exposed torso. You blushed (you’d scold yourself for that later) and turn to the bathroom to finish what you started. In the same moment, you remembered the gash in your back and you heard Bucky say,
“Jesus Christ, Jordan what the fuck happened to your back?”
You groaned as your knee gave out, falling into a lunge position. Bucky moved behind you and grabbed your arm as he hoisted you up, pulling you into the bathroom.
“Straddle the toilet.”
“What? Why?”
“Just do it.”
You grumbled, doing as you were told. Straddling the toilet, you faced away from him and hugged the tank. He picked up Tony’s salve and you sensed him settle on his knees behind you. You knew pain was coming next and attempted to distract yourself by filling the silence.
“So, Bucky, long time no see huh?”
Nothing. You heard him opening the salve.
You frowned and try again.
“It’s honestly good you showed up because I didn’t know if I was going to be able to reach the middle of my-,”
You gasped and cursed as you felt him spread the salve on your gash with his flesh hand. The pain was starting again and you couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped your throat as you felt your skin begin to slowly mend itself back together. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before and you drew blood from your lip trying to not make any noise. His fingers continued to spread the salve up your back until it finally reached your right shoulder. Tears threatened to escape as you dug your nails into your arm and shut your eyes as tight as you could.
Bucky grimaced to himself as you continued to struggle and shake from the salve. He's used Tony’s stuff before and knew the exact thing you were feeling but didn’t know if he could do anything to make you feel any better. Your relationship wasn’t exactly… something that made this an easy situation. He hadn't touched you since that mission 5 years ago that led you both into the bedroom on the right side of the cabin. Shaking the memory from his head, he got up and took the cellphone out of his pocket. He pressed 2 on speed dial and after one short ring, Steve answered.
“Is she okay? Was she hurt? What happened?”
“Calm down Steve, she’s fine. Well, she's fine now. She has a gash in her back that's about a foot and a half long,”
He glanced back at you to find you slowly starting to reopen your eyes, the gash now turning into an angry, long, red welt across your back. You still had dried blood painting the lower half of your body and he winced.
“Jesus, how'd she make it to the safehouse? And are you going to be fine taking care of her?”
Bucky ignored him, “Steve it’s fine, we’ll probably have to stay here for at least one night though, I don’t think she's going to be able to travel very efficiently in her state, it looks like she lost a lot of blood.”
You grunted at him and narrowed your eyes. He turned to find you glaring at him and he held up a finger to his lips.
“Sweetheart, don’t interrupt me when I’m on the phone.”
Your cheeks heated up at the pet name, but you rolled your eyes at him and started to slowly pry yourself away from the toilet.
He heard Steve’s stern voice come from the other end of the line,
“Bucky, don’t be a dick to her. I know you guys have your history but she’s been through a lot since then. Unlike you, I’ve kept in contact with her since she left and she’s been through the wringer. Don’t fuck this up, I’ll send a team to collect you guys as soon as I can.”
“Copy that, Captain.”
With his eyebrows furrowed at the mention of your history, he slammed the phone shut and looked back over at you. You had managed to stand up and were attempting to put on your mangled, blood-stained shirt back on.
“Jordan, that really isn’t a shirt anymore, here,”
You looked at Bucky and tried to keep your eyes trained on his face as he used one hand to grip at the nape of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one swift motion. His godly torso stood in front of you and in a moment of weakness, you gazed at it while you snatched the shirt away from him.
“I’d take a shower before you put my shirt on though, I don’t want you to ruin it.”
You glared back up at his eyes, questions on your tongue as you watched him and his steely, stupid, handsome face, slowly back out of the room.
“Bucky?”
“Yeah?”
“You have a lot of explaining to do when I’m done showering.”
His face slowly contorted into a grimace as he hmphed and left the room. Once he shut the door you took one long, deep shuddering breath. You just stood there for a minute, taking in everything that happened in the last few hours, and attempted to figure out what went wrong.