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“Stay with me, doll.” He pleaded, watching your eyes flicker shut again. Come on, baby, open those pretty eyes of yours.”
Your head lolled to the side. His super-human hearing, trained as it was on the beating of your heart listened frantically to each slowing beat.
“You’re losing her!” He screamed at the doctors.
One of the medics gave Steve a pointed look. “Buck . . .” Steve started, reaching for his friend.
Bucky shook him off. “She’s dying!”
Steve moved in front of the Winter Solider and put a firm hand on his chest, pushing him away from the team of medics surrounding you. “I know, Buck. They’re doing what they can. You’ve got to move though.”
Bucky refused to tear his gaze away from you. “I can’t . . .”
“Buck.” Steve said firmly, waiting for his oldest friend to look up at him. “You’re just in the way here. Let them do their jobs.”
Bucky took one last look at you, pale as the grave, before looking back at Steve. “I can’t lose her.” He whispered.
Steve nodded his head, consolingly. “You won’t Buck. You won’t. But you’ve got to let the medics do their thing.”
Bucky nodded slowly and let your hand slip from his fingers. “I can’t lose her.” He repeated as he backed away slowly. The second he was out the way, the medics began shouting orders and chaos engulfed you, hiding you entirely from his sight.
Steve patted Bucky’s back and whispered consoling words to him as he led Bucky to the other end of the quinjet, but Bucky couldn’t hear any of it. His mind was too focused on woman lying all too still at the end of the plane, her life utterly in the hands of fate. If only he’d been faster . . . if only he hadn’t let you come on the mission . . . if only . . .
Bucky stared down at his shaking, blood covered hands, lost in his memories as the quinjet flew you both home.