Summary:

Bucky's mission was to keep her safe, and he'd failed. Lost and alone he kneels in the snow, his despair masking the arrival of something bad.

Rated mature for language.

Notes:

Just a quick fluffy drabble with some violence.

Work Text:

My Darcy

My arms were lead, nothing could raise them. Numbness spread throughout; cold despair clung to my features as I stared at the fresh snow, barely registering the damp creeping up my khaki's. I watched the damp tendrils meander up and over my thighs, darkening the thick material, changing the pattern. Transfixed, I didn't hear the cock of the gun, only the pressure and chill of the barrel pushing against my temple.

"Stand"

The quiet voice washed over, almost unheard. Only the pressure of the gun and the loss mattered. A single tear ran down my face as my heart contracted.

The loss...my loss...my... Darcy.

"No"

My voice was firmer than I expected, confidence I didn't have, just the programming taking over.

"Stand, or I will shoot you where you kneel, you piece of dirt!"

Spit hit my head and slid down into my long matted hair. I didn't care. Not now. I failed my mission. I lost her. I remembered her plummeting to the ground, lifeless. It was all my fault, I shouldn't've left her at the wall.

"Then do it!"

"Hmm, maybe I will make her do it instead!" My head was pushed hard by the barrel allowing me to look up at him, big mistake.

I looked over to where he had glanced and there she was. My Darcy. Struggling against her black clad captor. Giving him a very hard time, oh, how my heart soared. My beautiful, sassy Darcy, wasn't hurt.

"Bring her over, activate the collar. Let her know how it works"

I looked at her throat and spotted the metal collar. Damn it. She was going to have to follow orders or suffer. Scrunching up her body, she howled in agony as they tested the collar. Bastards! I'm gonna make them pay for that!

I kept my stance low and level. Quickly running through protocols, ensuring I could retrieve my knives. The sounds of her whimpers and cussing fuelling the rage within. The Asset was near. They would soon learn they don't fuck with the Winter Soldier. Or my girl.

"Do what your told girl, and I won't kill you"

"Fuck you...Arghhnnnnggggg"

I wasn't going to wait till she had recovered. I let the Asset take over and watched with triumph as I sliced their throats open. Hands clutching, trying to prevent the blood loss, gurgling insults as they took their last breaths.

I pulled Darcy away from the gory sight, the red snow creeping out in a far reaching circle of death.

I knew I would always remember how she looked at me just then, pressing her hands to the side of my face, pulling me into a needy and affirming kiss.

"Bucky, I love you, but if you ever leave me on my own again I will shoot you, collar or no."

"Fair enough Doll!"

Removing the collar carefully I pressed my forehead into her neck, letting her pulse wash through me, just holding her in my arms.

My Darcy.