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Oneshot 1: Bucky/Sharon *Possibly turning into a two shot*

Rated: K

Authors: and

Setting: Set just as Sharon left to go to the hospital after getting shot at the end of TFATWS (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier)

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS FANFIC ALL IDEAS OTHER THEN BUCKY AND SHARON ARE MINE THE REST OF THE CREDIT GOES TO MARVEL.

Part 1 Bucky/Sharon

POV: SHARON

The warmth of his hand spread jolts of electricity through my back as he guided me gently away from the scene that just unfolded minutes ago. I still cannot fathom that I just shot that girl. But still, it needed to be done at some point, Sam was never going to be able to shoot Karli anyway.

Bucky leads me towards the on-by medic at the scene. She got me straight onto a gurney to assess my injuries, while Bucky was talking to a police officer to give a statement.

The paramedic hooked up to an IV and put bandages on my wound while she told me to lay back. She did a full examination asking me different questions like what the date was, my age, and my name.

After too long of what felt like an interrogation, Bucky came over, "They are making me fill out some paperwork and make another statement" he stated with an eye roll.

"I will meet you at the hospital though when I can" I nod my head in recognition trying not to move to much because it hurt like hell. A few seconds later of him staring deep into my eyes the police got his attention again to follow them to the station. I guess I won't be seeing him for a while-sadly. No, I can't think like that he is a teammate someone who I respect of course the police statement must be way better than just sitting in the back of this stupid ambulance that I have already been in for too long.

As soon as he turns out of sight, I feel my eyes get heavy and it's getting harder and harder to keep them open. Especially when I'm lying down and all the stress from the past weeks is behind us. Finally, I can relax without the fear of being killed or someone getting the same fate. Soon sleep feels like a lottery ticket waiting to be drawn. Exhaustion in the end wins and the last thing I see is the slight shadow hovering above me from the paramedic I assume…

POV: BUCKY

I thought by now we would have had a better police system, not one that takes what feels like 15 trillion hours to fill out every possible form anyone could ever need. I swear it's the eighth time they have asked me to sign my name.

The fresh air relieves my muscles from sitting in that plastic chair for hours. Finally, I can rush over to the hospital as I'm walking in thousands of thoughts swarm my head at once. Is she okay? Is she even still here? I hope everything went okay. What if something went wrong? What if…

I push the thoughts out of my head as I walk over to the nurse's station to ask where Sharon's room was. As I got there I could only see a man skimming through papers, I step up to him and he quickly puts down the papers he was holding looking panicked.

"Do you know where Sharon is being treated?" I say firmly.

"Through corridor B first room to the left sir." The man stated whose name I read as Brandon. I thank him as he goes back to looking through papers, while I head in the direction of her room.

*TO BE CONTINUED...*