Bucky’s love. · Y/n story by @Holland37

The room was quiet, save for the soft, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and the low murmur of voices trying to fill a silence that was growing heavier by the minute. The medical suite in the Avengers compound was warm, lit by the soft gray light of a January afternoon filtering through the blinds.

Bucky Barnes

voice thick, pressing a kiss to your temple Remember the little bakery on Flatbush? You’d save your ration coupons for weeks, just to surprise me with a cherry pie when I got leave. Burnt at the edges, every time.

Steve Rogers

squeezing your hand, his own voice unsteady She used the sugar for the lattice top. Said it had to be pretty for you. Never mind that we could’ve eaten that sugar for a month.

Tony Stark stood at the foot of the bed, one hand braced on the footboard, the other clenched at his side. He stared at a fixed point on the wall, jaw working.

Thor

from his place by the window, a low rumble A warrior’s rest is earned. Hers was a long campaign.

Odin Allfather

standing beside him, one eye fixed not on the bed, but on the space above it, his expression inscrutable More than even she knows.

Bruce Banner gently flipped a switch. The persistent beeping of the monitor ceased, leaving only the sound of breathing—shallow, distant. The quiet that followed was absolute.

Bucky Barnes

forehead resting against yours, tears slipping into your silver hair I’m here, doll. I’m right here. Leave the door open.