"She's missing, not dead."

"All of those people are alive right now because of her!"

"I'll teach you."
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"What do you mean she didn't come back?!" The anger in Bucky's voice was echoing throughout the facility. He was running his fingers through his damp hair. His head pounding loudly as rage filled his every nerve. Bucky couldn't believe what he was hearing coming out of Steve's mouth. He couldn't quit pacing, not believing that Y/N was actually gone. "She's missing, not dead Bucky."

He looked up at his bestfriend, thinking he didn't hear him correctly. "I don't give a damn if she's just 'missing' she didn't come back with you!" Bucky shouted, his anger only rising. Steve had just came back from a mission to inform Bucky the disappearance of Y/N. Her body not being found at the warehouse they had just escaped from only a couple hours prior. "What she did Buck...it was brave of her." Steve mumbled softly, his hands were behind his back. Becoming a natural thing for him to be doing because of his time in the army.

"I don't care Steve, I need her, I love her!" Bucky yelled again taking a dangerous step up. Steve quickly reacted, grabbing a handful of Bucky's shirt and slammed him into the wall. The dry wall making a gaping hole from the impact. "All of those people right now are alive because of her!"

Bucky growled and slapped his friends arm away. His feet carrying him over to the couch, he rests his hands on the back of it. He knew he shouldn't have let you go alone. Yeah you had Steve and the rest of the gang their with you. But Bucky thought that if he was always their by your side, it calmed his mind and gave him peace. Because he would have been protecting you, putting your saftey first before his own. "I need to get her back Steve, I know she's alive. I can feel it-" He paused and looked at his childhood friend with a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "-but I can't do it alone."

***

A loud crash sounded from outside of the room, fearful screams being heard but then quickly ceased. The door busted open, the screws falling to the floor was heard. I turned my head to the right, seeing Bucky at my side as he loosened the restraints on my wrist. He was moving his mouth but I couldn't hear his voice. I squinted my eyes trying to better focus in on my surroundings. My vision became clear and soon enough I was able to hear what was going on. Bucky lifted me into his arms, carrying me bridal style. Why did I feel so weak?

"Come on, stay with doll." Bucky's soothing voice filled my ears, I smiled up at him. It had felt like years since I last heard him speak, or call me doll. Bucky was racing to get to the jet, just wanting to grab his gal and get the hell out of their. He finally broke the surface, seeing Steve fighting off a few agents and Clint shooting his arrows from a tree.

Once Bucky had ran inside of the quinjet he called too the two Avengers to get a move on. Both men came in, Clint being the last one inside, he pressed the yellow button on the wall and the hangar door closed.

Hair was being pushed out of my face, soft yet firm hands on the side of my face and rocking my body back and forth. "It's okay Y/N, I've got you. I've got you right here." He cooed, as he continued to rock her. His blue orbs wandered the top of her body though. Bruises and abnormal lacerations covered the girls body. Bucky recognized these wounds, the past quickly coming back to him. The marks on your body were of ones from torcher.

Bucky's flesh hand gently glided over the girls arms, feeling the irregular bumps he used to have when he was tortured. And he couldn't help but think, 'Would this have happened if he was their to protect her in the first place?'

***

I jolted awake, beads of sweat on my forehead and my hands clutching the sheets. My eyes wandered around the room, and once I recognized it I let out a deep breath. The bed shifted beside me as Bucky lifted his head off of the pillow, looking at me with concerning eyes. "Everything alright darlin'?" I nodded my head, inhaling another deep breath then exhaling.

"Just another nightmare." I simply stated. Bucky sat up completely now, his flesh hand rubbing my back in soft circles. I looked down at my hands, the sheets still caught in my death grip. I let go, relaxing my hands in my lap. "I don't know how to stop the nightmares Buck. It's like I'm back in that place, being tortured all over again. I don't know how to stop it."

Bucky's hand soon came to a slow on my back, taking one of my hands and lacing his fingers together with mine. My head turned to look at him, and in his eyes I saw nothing but love and hope in his eyes.

"I'll teach you."

A/N: I just realized something, that I only write long imagines for Bucky. Sometimes Steve, but mostly Bucky. I guess I just have a greater love for him that any of the others. Which I need to work on because I don't want to copy others ans just only make a Bucky & Steve imagines book. I also feel like when I do write about Bucky that I a whole lot better then to say if I wrote about Wanda or something. But two updates today! Idk if more will come out, but stay tuned!! Like and comment!❤️❤️