;welcome to chapter 13. as always I don't own captain America just part of the plot and any OC's;
Lucky sat in the medical house getting her fourth check up for the day. Before she'd joke with the doctor or say how stupid it was that she needed such attention. Now she just sat quietly and obeyed the orders she got.
Finally the doctor released her for the next few hours. He walked out closing the curtain behind him.
The solider pulled back on her t-shirt over her many bandage covered stitches. Her entire personality has changed since Bucky's death. She never brushed her hair and hardly ever changed her clothes. She was forced to eat meals and to keep up her hygiene though.
Steve had been pretty distant himself. He often spent his time trying to get drunk to forget the pain. But because of his super soldier enhanced DNA, he couldn't.
Because of injuries, lucky couldn't train with the others or drink. Often she'd sneak down to the gym and use a punching bag.
It usually ended with Lucky loosing control and punching a hole in the bag.
Lucky was currently letting out rage on a Hydra goon shaped punching bag used for target practice by snipers. The black fabric was breaking off and large amounts of sand was pouring out with each hit.
Sweat dripped down Lucky's face while she continued to punch the nearly destroyed bag. Her arms where starting to feel stiff and heavy but she kept going.
Teeth grinding, she rammed her her fist into the punching bag over aggressively, sending it flying off the hook and sand everywhere.
Lucky grabbed her water bottle and chugged it down. Wiping off the mixture of water and sweat, Lucky undid the wrapping on her hands.
Throwing it in the trash, she picked up the broom from the corner of the room and started to sweep up her mess.
Once she was done, Lucky decided to to something less destructive and went to do pull ups.
The solider's stomach was killing her, but she didn't care. Fighting against pain, Lucky counted out loud forcefully.
"20...21...22...23...24..25..." She counted out between breaths.
Instead of continuing after 30, lucky did a flip around the bar backwards. Instead of sticking the landing like she planned, Lucky stumbled backwards and slammed her back against the wall.
She cursed at the sharp spike of pain in her stomach. Lucky squeezed her eyes shut and gripped hands into tight fists.
Out of rage, she punched the wall, creating a head sized dent. Lucky sighed and slid down into sitting position. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the wall.
Her whole body felt stiff and tiered but her hands and mind wanted to keep going.
Lucky walked over to the bench where the extra bandages she kept with her where laying inside her bag.
Grabbing the roll, Lucky walked back to her spot and sat there, bending and rapping the white bandages into a rope.
She got to 6 inches when her fingers started to turn red and stiff.
Steve entered the gym and sighed. Lucky had been abusing herself physically with overworking for a week now. No matter who told her to stop she would only obey for an hour, two tops and would go strait back to it.
Steve walked over to lucky and grabbed the bandages from her. She glared at him then sighed and looked away.
Steve sat down next to her. He looked at his hands awkwardly lost in what to say. Finally he sighed and looked at her.
"There's going to be a meeting for a next move against hydra in two days. We're leaving tomorrow and they want you to come. But their not going to let you unless you stop abusing yourself like this." Steve let out getting strait to the point. That was practically the only way you could talk to Lucky these days.
Lucky sat quietly for a while before nodding. "Alright." She said standing up. "I'll stop. What time are we leaving?" Steve looked at her suspiciously. "Noon on the dot. I Suggest you get some sleep. You look exhausted."
Lucky nodded while looking at the floor. Steve sighed and stood.
"Lucky... I know this is the hardest time for you... I know your devastated that... that Bucky's gone." He said placing a hand on her shoulder. "But I know for a fact: he wouldn't want you living like this."
Lucky looked from the floor to Steve. Her expression was completely blank and unreadable.
"Your overworking yourself when you should be resting. Your not taking care of yourself, your hardly eating or sleeping. Luck, this is going to kill you if you don't stop." He said taking the chance to change her behavior now that actually had her attention.
"Maybe I want to die..." She mumbled looking at the floor.
"No you don't. Your giving up. The Lucky Barnes I knew wouldn't give up on anything. Especially life." Steve said taking Lucky by her shoulders and forcing her to look at him.
"Alex doesn't want you to give up. Peggy doesn't. I don't. And neither does Bucky. We all know its hard on you, but you can't just fall apart. Not like this."
Lucky stared at him shocked. closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, Lucky sighed.
"Your right." She said looking at the floor. "I have- did give up. But... For Bucky's sake... I'll keep going on. For him."
Steve smiled. "Come on. We need to get a weeks worth of meat on those bones." He joked lightly leading her out of the gym.
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