A Terrible Accident ~ Part 3
A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT MASTERLIST
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Summary: The Team works on a plan to help you and Bucky.
Word Count: 1,875ish
Warnings: talk of rape, abuse, trauma
Notes: Been awhile for this update... sorry about that... read with caution...
Bucky wouldn’t allow any of the Wakandans inside his cell, including Shuri. Luckily, Shuri had the technology to be able to still run the needed tests. It took her a few hours to finish running what she needed to before gathering the team into one of the conference rooms. Shuri didn’t put any of the information she gathered on the screens yet. Not wanting any of the team members to read ahead.
“What have you found, Shuri?” Steve asked, unable to wait any longer. He was worried for his best friend.
“As I feared, something has happened to the rewiring that we had done to Barnes and the Winter Soldier was able to return,” she admitted. Steve’s face dropped while the other team members tried to keep their composure. “My team and I are coming up with a plan. We think that we can do the same protocol—“
“The protocol that didn’t work?” Tony questioned with a scoff.
“There are tweaks that can be made. I was hoping to have your help, Stark, as well as Dr. Banner’s.”
“How will you do the protocol when Barnes won’t allow anyone in the cell with him?” Asked Sam.
“With the previous protocol, we put him in cryo until I could—“
“No. No,” Steve interrupted. “Bucky cannot go under again.”
“Let Shuri finish, Steve,” Nat said.
“As I was saying,” Shuri continued, “we put Barnes in cryo and then woke him up to do the protocol. With his resistance to even having people in the same room as him, I believe we need to have him under the whole time and wake him only to test it.”
“He won’t agree to this,” said Sam. “Not at all.”
“He’ll do it for Y/N,” Steve defended. “He’ll do anything for Y/N.”
“He believes that shutting himself away is for Y/N’s sake,” Wanda said. “I don’t know if he will believe that this will actually work after this.”
“Y/N can convince him.”
“Y/N’s not allowed to go anywhere near Barnes,” Tony said. “As per his orders and mine. It’s for the best.”
“She may be the only one able to help Bucky.”
“She’s also seriously injured in the med bay thanks to your friend.”
“He wasn’t—“
“It’s Barnes’ prints and sperm that were found all over her! It was him! I don’t care that you believe him to have two separate personalities, it was still him! He is not going near her and vice versa. End of discussion.”
~~~
You knew that the Team had been pulled into a meeting. This was your chance to sneak away and see Bucky. You knew that Tony would be incredibly pissed at you, but you needed to see Bucky. It was harder to get down to the detention cells than you had originally thought, all due to your injuries.
Walking as quickly as you could, which wasn’t very fast at all, you searched for the cell that Bucky was in. It broke your heart when you found him in the farthest cell away from the elevator and stairwell. Holding your breathe, you took the final step needed to stand in front of the one-way glass.
Bucky looked awful. He was in the corner on the floor. His hair was hanging over his face, but failing to hide the dark circles under his sad eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t changed and your blood was still splattered over him. The only thing missing was his metal arm. You ran your eyes over the room to see that his arm had been tossed across the room. It broke your heart to see him like this, yet… there was a tiny voice inside your head telling you to run away. You hate that the Winter Soldier had made you scared of the man you loved. You knew that they were different, but ran now your head was beginning to trick you into thinking otherwise.
With a shaky hand, you went to press the button that would allow you to speak to him. Before you could press the button, you were stopped.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Tony’s harsh voice made your head snap in his direction. He was bounding down the hall, with Steve, Natasha, and Sam behind him.
“I need to speak with him,” you responded, getting emotional. You backed up against the console, unknowingly pressing the button that would allow Bucky to hear what was going on. “He has to know that it’s not his fault. I have to tell him that it’s not his fault… I have to…” Tears were streaming down your face and you had begun trembling. “I have to make this right… I have to help him… I—“
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Natasha cooed, stepping past Tony to get to you.
“No! It’s not okay!” You tried to lean away from Natasha’s caring hands. “It’s never going to be okay! I—I have to tell him that it’s not his fault! I have to convince him of that to help me believe it!”
Stunned silence echoed through the hall. The realization of what you had said—what you had admitted—hit you like a freight train.
“Oh my…” You suddenly broke down in tears and collapsed on the floor. “I didn’t mean that!” You cried. “I didn’t mean that!” Natasha followed you and pulled you into her. “I love him! I do!”
“We know, sweetie,” Natasha said as she tried her best to calm you.
“I know it was the Soldier,” you sobbed. “I know it wasn’t Bucky… He would never hurt me like this. But… But…”
Natasha glanced up at the men who were staring at the scene with sad, desperate looks. She turned her focus back to you. “Let’s go back to bed, Y/N. You need more rest.”
You didn’t have the energy to argue with Natasha. You let her help you to your feet and guide you out of there. Tony, Steve, and Sam were frozen in their spots for a moment trying to process what you had said.
“Shit,” Sam muttered. He quickly went over and pressed the button that turned off the sound for Bucky.
Steve’s eyes widened and he rushed over to the window to check on his friend. Bucky was standing in the center of the room, head down. The men could see the tears trailing down his face and falling onto the floor.
“How do we fix this?” Steve whispered, eyes never leaving his friend.
“I don’t know if there’s a way, Cap,” Sam admitted.
~~~
Staring at the ceiling became your new thing to do. Members of the Team kept coming up to talk to you, but everything they were saying was fuzzy. You kept replaying the last few days in your head. Every action. Every word. The shift between Bucky and The Winter Soldier. The fact that you had admitted that you were scared.
“She needs help,” Sam whispered, watching you from outside your room. “Professional help.”
“They both do,” Natasha replied. “Hell, all of us do.”
“Shuri’s planning on forcing Bucky into cryo. I absolutely hate it, but there’s no other way.”
“We have to trust that she knows what she’s doing. She’s the only one who has a chance of ridding him of the Winter Soldier programing permanently.”
“Maybe we take them both to Wakanda. They have technology there that could help both of them in a way none of us are able. Shuri’s probably alright thinking about taking Bucky there anyway.”
“It’s not a terrible idea, though I don’t know how Tony would feel about taking Y/N away from here. You know she’s basically his sister.”
“He needs help, too. He hasn’t fully healed from the fact that The Winter Soldier killed his parents and then this happens… Tony may never let Bucky in the compound again, let alone near Y/N.”
“This is an impossible situation.”
~~~
The team had been called by Shuri into a meeting. Everyone was sitting around the room, the tension thick.
“I’ve placed Sargent Barnes in cryo,” Shuri informed. “I will be moving him to Wakanda for further treatment.”
Steve stood next to Shuri. “I’m going with them and will be supervising everything,” he explained. “I will still be on duty and will do what is necessary from Wakanda, but I need to be there for Bucky.”
“Natasha and I were talking,” Sam spoke up, “and we think that maybe Y/N should go to Wakanda as well.”
“Absolutely not!” Tony immediately argued. “She will never go near Barnes again. Understood? You heard her, she openly admitted to being scared of him.”
“They wouldn’t need to talk. Wakanda just has better resources—“
“That we can bring here if needs be! I’ve already contacted the best therapists that money can buy and are moving them to the compound for the time being. She needs to be home to heal and away from that monster.”
“It’s not a monster, Tony!” Steve shouted. “He’s my friend! He is all of ours friend!”
“Not anymore he’s not. Who ever wants to go with them can go, but Y/N will remain at the compound. End of discussion.”
~~~
Steve sighed as sat on your bed. You were still awake, but staring at the ceiling like you had been since you came back into this room. It was dark outside and the only light coming into the room was from the hallway.
“Bucky and I are leaving in the morning,” Steve whispered, unsure if you could even comprehend his words. “Sam’s going to join us in a few days. He wants to make sure you’re alright. Wanda and Vision said they’ll come, too. We might be able to use their powers to help Bucky finally be free of the programing, so that’s hopeful.” He stared at you for a silent moment. “I’m so sorry about everything, Y/N/N…” Tears collected in his eyes. “I wish that I could fix this more… I know that the two of you love each other. And I have to hope everything will work out. It will.” He stood up and leaned over you. He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “I’ll keep you in the loop, no matter what Tony does, I promise.”
Steve turned away and almost missed your quiet, “don’t.”
He spun back around and hurried back to your side. “What?”
“Don’t keep me updated… please,” you rasped, growing emotional. Steve thought his heart couldn’t break any further. “I… I need time… and I… I don’t want the pressure… I’m sorry, Steve.”
“No, no, no, no,” he shook his head. “Please don’t apologize to me. If that’s what you want, then I will respect that.”
“I’m so sorry.” Tears slipped down your cheeks.
“Don’t be. I will be calling to check on you though, okay? Can’t let you think I forgot about you.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll get through this, Y/N, no matter what. And don’t let Tony force you into doing anything you don’t agree with. Alright?”
“Okay.”
“Please let the know if you need anything.”
“Okay.”
Steve gave your forehead a kiss before he got up and left. You went back to staring at the ceiling, letting yourself drown in the weight of it all.
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