her name is Sarah
Part 1
A seemingly quiet night walk of Bucky was harboring someone else's loud pain, and that he did not know when he was walking down the street with both his gloved hands tucked in the pockets of his leather jacket. He took a peek above at the velvety sky and spotted a large full moon's mockingly gorgeous features greeting him while he penetrated the depths of a narrow street. His super soldier's senses quickly activated as he saw someone's barefoot moving on the farthest corner of the street, right behind one of the large black dustbins. As an immediate response, he pulled his gun out from his pocket and carefully approached the spot taking slow former assassin's steps with his arm extended ready to shoot... if the need arises. As he got closer, he allowed his brow to furrow, realizing that this was a woman's toes... delicate feminine flesh and bone moving very gently a couple of feet away from his orbs... He did not let his guard down and kept the gun ahead of his body.
When he was a step away from the creature that had aroused his curiosity on another level, his mind shook for a second hearing the sobs of said lady…what really broke his mind wasn't this sound but the sound of a baby's scream-crying.
He could wait no longer and came in front of his target with a brisk but sharp move, pointing his gun at her... however, lowering it as soon as he saw who it was… a disheveled brutally beaten young woman in a light pink nightgown carrying a naked newborn baby in her arms, staring at Bucky with horror as a result of him aiming the weapon at her face while tears streamed down her cheeks. What got Bucky's attention was the woman's one of a kind bright amber eyes when he was staring at her shocked to see her there in such condition.
She was criminally beautiful, even the pool of salty water drawing her eyes couldn't hide the light that emerged from the color of her orbs. What really pulled the former Soviet assassin's ground like a carpet was her state. She was utterly worn out and her face was flushed, with her hair covered in thick layers of sweat and arms in dirt. Then, his eyes fell on the small umbilical cord still attached to the baby that she was holding.
"The baby was only a few days old? Or a couple of weeks… but he is so pink" he thought I'm the baby from a distance.
With every second that was passing, his brain cells were getting caught up in the confusion's net. The scene that really shook every bone and muscle of his body was when he saw your lower half, clothes stained with blood… red hot fluid streams that flowed freely on her legs, that he could see because her nightgown barely reached her knees.
After seeing this, his horrified blue eyes met her honey ones. He read a message written in them, wordlessly she was begging this unknown man for help... urgent aid for her and her newborn son.
"I'll call the ambulance" He declared and did so, without wasting any more time, that he could tell that he had surely wasted processing what he was seeing because it was getting harder for the young lady to breathe with every passing minute.
After he had made the call, he placed his gun back in his pocket and slowly crouched down to her level, very carefully as he did not want to scare you further. After taking a better look at the baby, he realized that the small human was still covered in some white creamy stuff, like it had just been out of its mother's womb only some hours ago, maybe minutes ago… but then... What on earth was he doing here? In the hands of this bleeding beautiful woman in front of the street's trash can? Maybe…she was his mother?
Bucky supported his torso's weight on his thigh placing his elbow there and brought his face closer to the vulnerable female, whose wounded face he closely inspected , finding rashes all over her countenance, a violet eye, then a red one and some deep scratches from where thin droplets of dry red fluid were glued to.
"What happened? Why are you here ?" He managed to ask , placing his hand on her bare upper arm, that made the lady open her mouth widely in shock tainted with horror, becoming breathless in less than 3 seconds petrified feeling the man's touch.
Well that response was due to the fact that no one… but one man…had touched her in the last 20 years. For 20 years, she had never felt no one else's physical contact but that of that bloody man. And that too wasn't for a good reason.
Buck immediately took his hand away from her skin, apologizing for his concerned move assuring her that he had no wrong intentions and saw that the opposite sex was calming down however …just a tad.
The leakage of blood from her body was largely the reason for making her eyelids heavy as her weakness was increasing, due to the agony of physical suffering mixed with her emotional pain.
" Please, don't close your eyes, the paramedics are on their way" Bucky pleaded the woman, whose body was falling prey to unconsciousness and the crying baby in her hands landed on her tender bosom the following second.
"Careful!.. the baby!" He exclaimed when your back rested on the dust bin's wall and your eyes began blinking after large intervals of damned seconds.
Bucks hand protectively approached the baby's soft head to prevent it from getting hurt by any brisk move, making him realize how small the creature was, and one more thing caught his eye... she was wearing nothing underneath her gown, nothing to support her breasts, that showed its perfectly pointy shape through the garment.
At that moment, the man's lungs breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he heard the ambulance's siren coming closer to them.
" They're here! Hold your baby tight! " He said, and she obliged , before he scooped her body in his arms along with her baby who was safe in her embrace and lifted her up.
His eager steps paused when his eyes fell on the ground, on the same spot from where he had picked her up . There was a large dark red circle marked, most probably the source of it being her heavy pouring of vital fluid, that he had initially underestimated…because your garment ( waist down ) was fully drenched in blood.
Bucky carried you in bridal style to the ambulance's stretcher, that the paramedics were preparing for her and rushed her to the hospital.
The lady was taken to the emergency ward and her baby was driven to the pediatric ward. By that time her youthful breaths had run out in front of Bucky's bare eyes and his heart broke even more when they grabbed the baby from your unconscious limbs to take him to a separate unit while sounds of the sharp ambulance's siren were getting further away from his puzzled body, standing in the corridor of the emergency unit.