5

                                    

                                          
I suddenly shot up from my long sleep. My whole body ached and my bed felt more uncomfortable than usual.
                          
As I looked around, I realized that I was not, in fact, on my bed, let alone in my room. I was in a hospital room that was engulfed in darkness. My mind raced to find an answer as to why I was here. However, I couldn't think straight.
                          
Just as I was going to get up and look for someone to give me answers, James came into the room, looking shocked and, I think, a bit scared. I didn't understand why he was so scared. As he started walking towards me I noticed that, underneath his gloves, his left hand was made completely out of metal. When I saw that, it all started to come together.
                          
The metal hand (and arm), ice cold blue eyes, deep brown, mid-length hair, his amazing speed, strength and muscles.
                          
I don't know how I hadn't noticed it all before, even his name should have been enough for me to know.
                          
This man was James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. Steve Rogers' best friend, one of the Howling Commandos, a First World War hero. He had, supposedly, died in action back in 1945, and there he was standing right infront of me, flowers in hand and devilishly good-looking.
                          
Now looking at him properly washed and shaven, wearing new clothes and with a look on his face that, for the first time, wasn't angry, sad or scared, I could see that he was very handsome.
                          
As James reached my side, I was snapped out of my thoughts and back into reality by his metal hand coming into contact with my arm. I looked into his eyes and watched his lips move as he spoke to me, I didn't hear his words I was too deep in thought to be able to focus on what he was saying.
                          
I looked to the door just as Scott walked in. He looked up from his phone and pulled his headphones off his ears so that they hung around his neck. He rushed to be next to me, pushing James out the way in the process, subconsciously of course.
                          
He looked at me in awe and raised his hands, signing words away to me rapidly. Once he finished, I signed answers to a few of his questions and looked over his shoulder as I did to look at James. He stood twiddling his thumbs awkwardly, looking to the floor and, every now and then, bringing the flowers he held to his nose and sniffing them. I quickly concluded what I had to say and watched Scott's hands as he signed a short sentence before quickly placing one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my back. He kissed me softly, pulling me closer to him. We both closed our eyes and I wrapped hy arms around his neck as we kissed.
                          
After a few moments, I pulled away since James was in the room and it felt weird to be kissing someone for the first time in front of him because I didn't know him too well. Me and Scott just stared into each other's eyes. It was far more awkward than the kiss because I could see James standing against the wall.
                          
I told Scott to leave for a second as my eyes met James's for the first time properly. He looked at me quizzically, but obliged, taking his headphones and listening to music as he did so. Once Scott was out of the room, I cleared my throat and gestured for James to come to me. He stood next to me for a moment and quietly hummed to himself awkwardly.
                          
I just looked at him for ages, my head propped up in my hands, elbows placed on the bar of plastic around the edge of the hospital bed, and neither of us moved at all until a doctor came into the room. She looked me over as I jumped back away from James, my neck, cheeks and ears turning red as he turned his head to look at her. He quickly stopped humming and hid his metal arm behind himself to not scare or worry her.
                          
I read the doctor's name tag so I could greet them properly. The tag read 'Mrs. Rodriguez'. I knew that name. The way the 's' was written wasn't right. It hadn't been printed on originally, it looked hand written, rushed. I looked to James as the fake doctor proceeded to closet he distance between us. He must have noticed out of the corner of his eye because he looked into mine and raised his eyebrow at me.
                          
I looked directly at the badge that had the name on it, and, as I did, a small syringe point poked out of the hem of the doctor's coat the lady had, obviously, stolen. I looked back to James, who had also spotted the syringe and was glaring holes into the lady's soul. His jaw was stiff, eyebrows pushed down over his eyes, fists clenched so hard that his flesh knuckles turned white. He looked back to me and quickly used subtle combat sign to tell me to jump out the window on his command. I nodded to him in response.
                          
James went to open the window, 'for some fresh air'. He looked back at me and sent a slanted smile my way. He shot me a wink as he leapt out of the window. 'Damn, why does he have to look so hot all the time?' I thought to myself. I sat, thinking about how good James looks. A few moments later, I snapped back into reality, I ran to the window, grabbing the flowers and the small pile of clothes that had been left in the room. I poked my tongue out at the lady stalking closer to me as I threw myself backwards out of the window.
                          
I turned my body over mid-air so that I could see the floor below me. I was relatively high up in the hospital so it took me a minute to fall into James's arms. As I landed in his arms, he swung them down with my body so that the impact was softer so I didn't get too hurt. However, as he swung his arms down, he lost his balance slightly and ended up having to somersault over me to prevent any harm coming to me. He landed on his back on the floor of the alleyway, with me laying along his body, my head buried in his bulky chest. My face heated to the point of boiling. I looked up to meet his gaze. He was looking down at me with a heart swelling smile on his face.
                          
After what seemed like an eternity, James stood up with me still in his arms and got on the motorbike, that I'm guessing, he rode hear with and drove us away from the hospital.