Oh how I've missed this. It feels so good to be so bad. Fluff is nice, but the pain is just so much better.
Special thanks to all of you who told me you really enjoyed Vicky and Angela for prompting me to do this, I really enjoyed it.
Leave a comment below if you liked it, or if you didn't, or if I hurt you, any of those works
Enjoy!
He arrived in the garage quickly, to be met by Wanda, who had presumably sensed the shift in his mind as his senses focused in on the problem.
"Bucky what's going on?"
"Hydra, Angela and Vicky." He explained quickly, getting on his bike and speeding away.
He could feel her in his head still and shook her off. He needed to focus.
He got to the apartment in minutes, and he could tell already that Hydra was here. There were two black unmarked cars outside, with the doors left partially open from haste.
He heard screaming and ran upstairs.
There were ten Hydra soldiers in all, in masks and combat gear, four in the hall outside the apartment and six more moving around audibly inside.
Bucky was glad he never listened to Steve and still carried a gun on him at all times.
He shot two of the soldiers through their masks, and pulled his knife as the other two attacked, narrowing in to their weaknesses and stabbing them both in the neck through the gap in their armor.
Another soldier ran out the door to deal with the situation and Bucky shot him in the head cleanly.
When his body dropped Bucky could see inside, where two soldiers were restraining Angela, who was screaming, two soldiers were restraining Vicky, whose leg was bleeding, and one soldier had now spotted him.
He started shooting at Bucky and he ducked behind the doorframe, waiting for a moment before darting around the corner and shooting him in the hand, leg, and head.
One of the soldiers on Vicky started to stand and Bucky kicked him in the head, shot the other man holding Vicky, and shot the first one.
The men on Angela were smarter, and ran for the window, jumping out before Bucky could shoot them.
He was going to follow when Angela grabbed his arm for support, and he had to catch her shoulders.
"Angela?"
"Bucky- they came, I couldn't stop them- thank god, Bucky. Bucky, Vicky." She clung to him, crying, as she tried to kneel down, and he helped her down and looked Vicky over.
Her leg was a mess, soaked in blood, and he couldn't tell where the injury had originated because Vicky was thrashing and screaming and crying in pain.
Steve ran in with Wanda and Clint. "Bucky? What's going on?"
"Hydra. Vicky is hurt. Two of them got away, there." He nodded to the window.
"We're on it." Clint nodded, quickly shooting an arrow with a rope attached out the window and swinging out through it.
"Wanda, help Bucky get them back to the compound. Natasha's downstairs." Steve instructed, running back downstairs to help Clint. Wanda came over quickly.
"Contain the bleeding, she's going to bleed out." Bucky ordered her, and Wanda extended her mist to enclose the wound, and Vicky went limp with a flicker of red in her eyes.
"Vicky? Vicky!" Angela started to try and wake her and Bucky held her back.
"Wanda knocked her out, it's okay." He assured her. She let out a sob of relief and collapsed against Bucky.
"Can you carry Vicky?" He asked Wanda as he helped Angela to her feet. Wanda nodded and scooped Vicky up, and they ran down to the car, where Natasha was waiting.
"Get in and drive!" Bucky ordered Natasha, who saw what was going on, nodded, and got in.
Bucky helped Angela into the car and Wanda got in with Vicky, and they sped back to the compound.
Bucky took over carrying her when they arrived and ran her to the medical wing, shouting orders until the doctors got to work. Wanda brought Angela in after him quickly, and she clung to his side again.
He turned to look at her. "Angela are you hurt?"
When she didn't respond, staring worriedly at Vicky with tear tracks down her face, Bucky shook her. "Angela!"
She looked up at him.
"Are you hurt?"
She sniffed and looked to her arms, which were bruising fast.
He brought her over to a chair near some medical supplies and knelt down to tend to the bruises. She followed him slowly, but her eyes never left Vicky.
"This is all my fault Bucky." She whimpered softly.
"How is it your fault?" He asked as he worked, slowly coming back from the soldier now that the immediate threat was gone.
"I was asleep, and- and she- then I heard screaming, and it was too late-" She started having trouble breathing and Bucky took her hands.
"This isn't your fault Angela. Look at me. You couldn't have known Hydra would attack. You worked late last night, you needed sleep, it's still only 6:30 in the morning, and you had no way of knowing you were in danger. Alright?"
She slowly nodded and took a deep breath. "Is Vicky going to be okay?"
"The doctors here have done good work before. They will do everything they can." He promised.
He finished tending to her arms fairly quickly and she dried her eyes.
"God, I have to work tonight, and I have to get groceries, and-"
"Don't worry about that. You're staying here where we can protect you until I say otherwise." Bucky insisted.
"I could get fired if I don't show up at work, and how do I explain this?"
"If Steve finds the soldiers who escaped and gets back in time, I'll send him to talk to your boss, alright? He's good with people. If not I'll send Natasha, she's good with weapons." He promised.
He guessed Angela thought he was joking because she let a flicker of a smile light her otherwise very worried face for a moment. "Thank you uncle Buck."
He got up and sat next to her and hugged her close, tucking her hair back away from her face as he watched Wanda help the doctors take care of Vicky.
She started silently crying into his shirt from the stress and held her closer, rubbing her back gently.
Steve and Clint returned, and Clint went to Wanda and Vicky while Steve came to him.
"How are they?"
"Vicky is still a work in progress, but she should be okay. Angela is stressed." He rubbed her back a little.
Steve knelt so he was a little closer to their height. "Ma'am, if there's anything we can do, you say the word and we're there."
Angela was still crying, and so didn't turn to look at Steve, just nodded a little in thanks.
"She has work tonight, but-" he gestured to the chaos of the medical wing. "I said I would ask you about talking to her boss, you know where she works."
"Yeah, of course. Not a problem Angela, I'll make sure you get the time off you need." Steve rubbed her knee comfortingly and stood.
"Hey Steve?" He looked up at him.
"Yeah Buck?"
"Did you get them?"
Steve slowly nodded. "We cornered them, Clint took them out."
He looked over at Clint, who was hugging Wanda a little to support her as she helped contain Vicky's bleeding and keep her unconscious, and Clint looked up at him for a moment.
He nodded a silent thanks, and Clint nodded back once before they both looked away, Clint to Wanda and Vicky and Bucky to Angela.
"You're safe now. They're all dead, and Hydra can't get to you here." He reassured her gently.
Steve left, and she slowly calmed down in his arms.
The lead doctor came over once they had finished surgery.
"Ma'am?" He asked.
Angela sat up a little, with Bucky's arm still around her shoulders. "How is she?"
"She should have a full recovery, there was no brain damage or anything like that-"
Angela sighed in relief and ran her hand through her hair. "Thank god."
Bucky's eyes narrowed at the doctor. "That's not all."
The doctor looked more nervous now. "N-no. I'm sorry."
"What's wrong? What is it?" Angela was immediately stressed again.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I assure you we did everything we could, there was just too much damage, and she'll still be fully functioning with therapy and-"
"What did you do?" Bucky's voice was stone cold.
"We had to amputate her leg. From just above the knee, down."