A/N: Thank you for reading and for being patient with my lack of updates. I love you all.
Bucky holds Y/N’s hand tightly and glares at Steve and Bruce
and the rest of the medical team whenever they look at him too closely. They
had kicked Tony out only minutes before, for insensitivity even if he hadn’t
meant to be.
For the past fifteen minutes they’ve been trying to calm him
down so that they can take his blood . “No,” he says lowly to Y/N. “Absolutely
not. I’m not doing this.” Fear courses through his blood, choking out the
logical part of his brain, telling him that everything is fine, that these
people won’t hurt him.
He reaches up to pry away the sensors pressed to his temples
when Y/N stops him, her fingers catching at his wrists. “Buck, just hold on a
second.” One of the medical staff starts to walk forward which only makes Bucky
tense and grab Y/N, as he slides off the examination table. The logical part of his brain tells him that
they won’t hurt Y/N, that they won’t hurt him. But still he pulls her behind
him and lets out an involuntary growl.
He’s on edge and breathing hard, assessing every exit, every
person, every threat. He reaches back and circles his hand around her wrist. It
makes him feel better, more in control, if only for a moment.
A panic attack is only seconds away when Y/N carefully
presses one hand into his flesh bicep and steps around him. “Could we have a
minute alone? Please?” She addresses the room.
Toad's Cave 