I'm so in love with your stories, especially the Grumpy Sunshine Series got me🤩 so I got a request for it, hope like it.
Could you write a sick Sunshine fic, with Bucky being his grumpy self :D after a mission went not as good as planed, leaving Sunshine being thrown into a nearly frozen lake, they are now back at home. Bucky is pissed making Sunshine responsible for the difficulties they had at the mission, when in fact he's only pissed that got thrown into thr cold lake being hurt. Sunshine is slowly feeling ill, getting worse with the hours. Deathly pale with a raging fever she stumbles out of her bedroom searching for help in her semi conscious state...
She ends up having a severe pneumonia and Bucky and the guys worriedly taking care of her. Bucky regretting is cruel behavior towards to and not noticing you feeling this sick.
I really hope you like it, you wonderful writer
If I had a nickel for every time that Sunshine gets hypothermia in this series, I'd have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it is strange that it happened twice. 😂
Listen, I love this. I love this so much. I'm very sorry that this took so long, but I wanted to get it right. I hope you love it and thank you so, so much for the request! 💛
(seriously guys, never stop sending me requests, they're so much fun)
Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader
Part of The Grumpy x Sunshine Series
Bleeding Time
Hours.
Minutes.
Seconds.
Bucky knew how important every one of them was.
Time was a commodity, the most valuable of resources. A luxury not offered to many.
It was so fleeting.
He knew that. He knew it well.
Bleeding time was the most fatal of injuries. Hemorrhaging seconds was lethal. Allowing minutes to slip through your fingers like the sands of time was deadly.
So there he stands, raking through his mind, trying to figure out how long he'd left you to bleed?
As he stands in a hospital room, listening to the doctor talk and overwhelm him with questions, he can't help but wonder how he squandered so much of that precious time.
"Mr. Barnes?"
"Yes," Bucky immediately responds, his eyes snapping back to the doctor. "Yes, I was with her the whole day. I can tell you what happened."
"The more we know, the better we can determine what course of action to take."
"Of course," Bucky agrees, a hollow look on his face as he stands at the foot of your hospital bed. "I remember every minute of it."
He remembers every hour, every minute, every second of it.
And he remembers wasting every single one of them.
--
The first minute was probably the most terrifying minute of his life. He'd faced life and death before, but this wasn't his life hanging in the balance.
It was yours.
"I regret everything!" you shout, holding onto the landing bar of the helicopter for dear life. "I regret it all!"
"Tell me you are not on that helicopter!" Bucky demands, hearing the commotion from your unmuted comms.
"Joke's on you, I'm not on the helicopter!" you triumphantly exclaim, dangling from the landing bar hundreds of feet in the air.
Before Bucky can breathe a sigh of relief that you weren't aboard an enemy helicopter, you finish your sentence, "I'm hanging from the helicopter."
"What?" Bucky bellows. "That was not part of the plan! What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking, hey, the files that we needed are on the helicopter. I'm watching it take off," you audibly walk him through your impulsive thought process. "Hey, I should go after it. And now, I'm winging everything else."
From there, all Bucky can hear is a chaotic cacophony of sounds. He assumes it's a general struggle as you try to pull yourself aboard a helicopter full of HYDRA agents who probably wouldn't be the most welcoming to you.
"Sam? Do you have visual?" Bucky curtly asks.
"Every time I try I keep getting coming under heavy fire. Can't get up there long enough to see what's happening," Sam explains, doing his best to weave through the thick forest surrounding the HYDRA base. Every time he soared high, bullets were immediately trying to shoot him down.
"I need someone to take out those guns," Bucky orders whatever available SHIELD agent is closest. "We need to see what's happening!"
"On it, Sergeant," an agent whose name keeps evading Bucky's mind responds.
"She's on the helicopter, Buck!" Sam calls, only able to pop up from the tree line for a short moment before he has to duck back down for cover.
Bucky hears your muffled voice come through the comms again, "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me!"
"I'm trying to get down to the shoreline as quickly as I can," Bucky states, sprinting as quickly as he can from the base.
It was five miles, but even as a super soldier, that meant it would take at least another five minutes before anyone could even try to help you.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" you prattle to the HYDRA agent. "Did not mean to do -"
"Doll?" Bucky shouts when your voice cuts out.
Sam, without much regard for his own safety, pops up from the tree line again, "Oh my God..."
"What?" Bucky frantically demands.
"They're both hanging now. She's holding on and he's got her leg," Sam quickly rattles off. Before whispering in horror, "He's gonna take her down with him."
"Let go," you yell, your words punctuated by desperate thrashing of your legs as you once again dangle from the helicopter. "I don't have the upper body strength for this!"
"Just hang on!" Sam shouts, dodging the bullets that rain down on him. "I'm on my way!"
"I'm trying!" you cry.
Sam immediately sees that you're fighting a losing battle. Your grip is slipping from the landing bar, your fingertips straining to hold both yourself and a tenacious HYDRA agent up.
Bucky didn't really know what it was from: Sam getting clipped in the arm from another flurry of bullets or the fact that Sam had a front row seat to his best friend fall hundreds of feet into a icy lake, but Bucky had never heard such a bloodcurdling scream come from Sam until the moment your grip failed you and you fell.
Minute 1
"What just happened?!" Bucky desperately screams. "Sam, what just happened?!"
"She fell, they both fell into the lake," Sam panics, still soaring through the sky to get to you as quickly as he can.
"Do you see her? Sam, tell me you see her!" Bucky demands.
"No! No! I can't see anything. The water isn't clear enough, there's ice everywhere!" Sam scans over the lake, looking through the general area of where you fell as quickly as you can.
The dark blue, murky waters are unforgiving.
Thin sheets of ice float along the restless waves.
There's no sign of you anywhere.
"Sam!" Bucky screams.
Minute 2
That second minute started much like the first one. His heart raced as ice flowed through his veins. He pushed himself to run even faster, faster than he'd ever ran in his life and it still wasn't enough.
"Sam!"
"I'm trying! I can't see anything!"
Bucky feels like he can't breathe, his heart aches, yet races faster than he's ever felt it.
He couldn't imagine this being the end for you. He wouldn't accept that. He'd search every inch of that lake until you were found if he had to.
This couldn't be it.
He can almost see the shoreline through the forest. He's almost there.
But it's been over a minute. You've gone more than an entire minute without oxygen. That's the average a person could last underwater, he knows.
He pushes himself even harder, his muscles on fire as he forces himself to run faster and faster.
Just as you hit that two minute mark, Sam shouts, "She broke through. I see her!"
Minute 4
There was so much commotion happening over the next two minutes that it all just felt like static in Bucky's ear.
"I've got her," Sam exhaustedly pants, "She's alright. I got her."
Bucky clutches his chest, practically doubling over in relief. He stands on the shoreline, watching as Sam fishes you from an icy lake.
"She's okay," Sam repeats, wincing as you violently cough and sputter out lake water. "I got her."
It didn't take much more than the visual of Sam pulling you out of a frozen lake for Bucky to call this mission an epic failure.
The flash drive containing the names of HYDRA operatives was gone with the man who'd fallen into the lake with you.
The computers were all destroyed.
The base was in ruins with any and all records completely destroyed.
The love of his life had almost died for nothing, a life nearly thrown away in complete vain.
It was a disaster.
It was his disaster.
As mission leader, this was Bucky's mess.
The warm relief that overtook him, steeled itself, burning to a degree far beyond comfort, boiling over into white hot rage.
Minute 14
It took an almost ten minute trek in the icy Siberian forest to get back to the Quinjet.
In that time, Bucky's rage took over.
With each passing minute, he ruminated, allowing his anger to stew just above a raging boil. You always were so careless with your life. So willing to push past your limits, so willing to put yourself in danger.
But this, this was too much. This time you'd gone too far.
How long before your antics became more than even you could handle?
And what was he supposed to do when that day came? How could he ever come to accept a world without you because of you? What would he ever do if he had to live in a world where there was no you? You weren't tempting fate in Bucky's mind, you were taunting it, begging fate to take you away from him.
Bucky doesn't stop to remind himself that you're okay or that he was working himself into a blind rage over hypotheticals and worse case scenarios.
He barked orders at anyone that had the displeasure of getting in his way.
You kept quiet, still soaking wet in your mission gear. You and Sam walked side by side, uncharacteristically quiet as you fled the enemy territory without a single victory.
A part of you felt awful, you knew you were part of the reason things became so chaotic with the way you strayed so far from the plan.
"I cannot fucking believe this!" Bucky fumes in the Quinjet, pacing back and forth as your team, batter, bruised, and some pretty seriously injured, slink up the ramp. "What the hell happened out there?"
Everyone remains quiet, tensed and ready for the ugly lecture you were all going to get for today's disaster.
It was always difficult when a mission went awry, but with Bucky acting as mission leader today, you knew he was going to be even more upset.
You knew this assignment meant a lot to him. This one was high risk, but also high reward.
The names of old HYDRA operatives that were allegedly living amongst the general population.
It meant a lot to him, still, you really didn't expect him to take it out on everyone aboard.
Especially not when everyone was still tending to their wounds, not while everyone was still rattled, battered and bruised.
Apparently, that didn't matter.
Apparently, it didn't change that Bucky was on a warpath.
Minute 16
"Here, let me wrap this for you. It looks pretty bad," you offer to Sam, sitting down on the seat next to him to fix the nasty bullet graze down his arm.
"Maybe you should change first," Sam suggests, shying away from the frosty feeling of your fingertips on his skin, "It was a long walk back, you've got to be freezing."
You were, but as you look around the jet to your other team mates, you decide that you're the least injured of everyone.
At least, the least visibly injured.
After all, what were some wet clothes when your best friend was clipped by a bullet, when your team mates were nursing broken bones, knife wounds, and other awful injuries.
"I didn't bring a change of clothes, I wasn't exactly planning on going for a swim today," you dryly remark, opening the first aid kit.
"You really should go change out of those wet clothes," Sam insists.
"I'm fine, Sam. You're the one dripping blood everywhere," you remind him, a hint of a chuckle threaded in your words, ignoring the involuntary shivers now wracking up and down your arms.
"Don't even get me started on you two," Bucky suddenly lectures you and Sam, startling both of you. You mostly ignore Bucky as you wry to clean Sam's wound. You tried not to take his anger personally, he had every right to be upset. You just never thought he would be so casually cruel about it, "You were both irresponsible, reckless, impulsive. I don't have enough adjectives to describe the shit you two pulled today- "
"Will you ease up?" you shoot back, fed up with the name calling. "We did our best!"
"Your best?" Bucky dismissively scoffs. He angrily fumes, "That was your best? Getting dumped into a freezing lake and needing Sam to rescue you is your best?"
There was often this misconception about you and Bucky. It wasn't entirely unfounded and not entirely untrue.
The misconception was that you didn't fight.
It was somewhat true.
In your personal lives, you two rarely fought. You were both very well suited to each other. You both balanced each other out.
But working with your significant other was hard.
And working with your significant other when you were both working high risk missions and assignments that constantly put your lives on the line, paired with completely different personalities was even harder.
There was an agreement between the two of you that your work and personal lives had to remain separate.
Your work and personal lives were neatly compartmentalized and mostly left at the door.
But, that also meant, that on an occasion or two, you and Bucky would get into a fight or two at work.
Sometimes, you felt like Bucky was too harsh, too abrasive, too unwilling to compromise or make amendments to his stringent plans.
Sometimes, Bucky thought that you were too impulsive, too willing to march to the beat of your own drum.
Unlike some of your team mates, you weren't scared of Bucky. You weren't afraid to stand up to him when you felt like his temper was getting the best of him. Sometimes, it worked and it would snap Bucky out of his mood.
Today, it made things much worse.
"Oh, no," Sam worriedly sighs.
You abruptly stand up, bitterly chuckling in disbelief, "Are you implying that what happened was my fault?"
"Maybe we should all just -" Sam tries to interject, holding the gauze to his arm.
"Stay out of it!" you both shout at Sam.
With wide eyes, Sam slumps down in his seat, "Alrighty, then."
"I wasn't implying it," Bucky snarks back.
You scoff, "Please tell me you're joking!"
"If the shoe fits," Bucky retorts. "Funny, how you're the only one that didn't stick to the plan."
"Don't say it, don't say it,' Sam whispers to himself.
"Maybe if you hadn't rushed into today, we would have known what was waiting for us!" you accuse.
"And you said it," Sam quietly groans, pinching the bridge of his nose as he further shrinks down in his seat.
"I'm done with this conversation," Bucky seethes. "You can take it up with Tony and Fury."
"Fine!"
"Fine," Bucky grimaces, storming away from you.
Minute 18
"You're shaking," Sam worriedly comments as you finish bandaging up the gash on his arm.
"With rage."
Sam rolls his eyes as you glare at the back of Bucky's head, "I'm serious. That lake was practically frozen. It's been almost twenty minutes, you're gonna get sick."
"I'm fine, Sam."
"If you're not going to go change, can you at least go sit with Bucky? He's like a human furnace."
You cross your arms over your chest, "I'm not sitting with him after he blamed me for today."
"You're being stubborn," Sam points out. "Please don't make me call him back here."
"Just let me finish this bandage and I'll go find something to change into."
It takes less than a minute for you to finish tying the bandage around Sam's bullet wound.
Minute 20
"You don't look so good," Sam warns when you amble back over to the seat beside him, "I thought you went to go find clothes!"
"I did. I only found this - this thermal blanket," you explain through chattering teeth.
"Those only work if you're still producing body heat!" Sam frantically states. He snatches your hand taking note of the blueish hue forming on the very tips of your fingers and the purplish hue of your lips. "Bucky!"
"Wha-" Bucky's word falters as he watches you huddled up under the thermal blanket. "Jesus, why haven't you changed yet?"
Your breath catches in your throat as you try to speak. The words he's saying go over your head.
You blink up at him, confused.
You keen at the feeling of Bucky's searing hand on your pulse point. You shake your head, trying to focus on why he looks so distressed. You don't like the look on his face. Your eyebrows pull together, upset that you can't pinpoint why he's so upset.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
Suddenly, it feels like you're back in that lake. With water encasing your ears, you can hardly hear Bucky's frantic pleas to you. As you sink further and further, the light slowly fades away.
His warm hands grip your chin, once again, you sink into his touch, smiling up at him. Your eyelids flutter shut at the comforting feeling surrounding you. He gently shakes your head, tapping at your cheek, "Hey, hey, your heart rate is slowing down, whatever you do, I need you to keep your eyes open, okay?"
Each time you reach out for the surface, it slips just out of your grasp. Bucky's voice pleads with you, but you just keep sinking. Further and further until it's nothing more than a distant echo.
The darkness wraps around you life a warm blanket, it feels so good, so right.
It doesn't matter how much you fight it, it was always a losing battle.
There's no escape as it all goes dark.
Hour 94
The whole time, he refuses to leave your side. His comfort, his well being, it all takes a backseat.
Not because he feels himself drowning in guilt, though that was very much the case, but because fear had not loosened its grip on his heart.
He uses this time sitting beside your motionless body as an opportunity to torment himself. He thinks about all the mistakes he made, all the things he said.
All he can think is that if this was really it, if you didn't make it, his last real words to you would be him shouting at you, blaming you for what happened.
You must've been scared out of your mind. Falling out of a helicopter like that, you must've been terrified. Getting trapped underneath the ice for two minutes. On the trek back to the jet.
And he didn't once ask you if you were okay.
He didn't make sure that you'd changed out of your soaked clothing. He didn't check to make sure you were properly warming up. What kind of partner was that, he asks himself. What kind of boyfriend would let his concern turn into rage and frustration aimed at the person he almost lost?
And now, now, he really was losing you.
You lie there, he holds your hand. It's been that way for almost four days. It felt like his entire world, his entire heart had been torn to shreds.
Your temperature was finally back to normal. When they first brought you in, it was too low. Then, once they'd brought it up, a respiratory infection sent your temperature soaring.
Now, it was back to normal. Bucky could hold your hand and feel your normal warmth. The nurses mostly left him alone, usually tip toeing around him as they checked your vitals over and over again.
The nurses keep looking at him with a growing pity in their eyes. It's been four days, you've yet to wake up.
Bucky knows what they're thinking. He knows that they see him as the delusional boyfriend convinced that you'll make a miraculous recovery.
He reconciles that there was some truth to that. He did think there was going to be a miraculous recovery.
Those nurses didn't know you. He did. He knew you were a fighter. He internally curses himself for that cliche. He can't bring himself to care. If cliches were all he had, then he would take it.
So he tends to you, all in anticipation for the moment that you wake. Because you will, you will wake up. You'll wake up and he'll beg for forgiveness. He'll beg forever if that's what you want, he just needs you to wake up.
So he does it all, everything he can and more.
Reads you that book that you've been trying to finish for weeks now.
Fresh flowers by your bedside.
Plays your favorite songs over and over again.
He even made Sam go get your lucky shirt from the Compound. He's never believed that an inanimate object could be lucky, but you did, so he will for you too.
His head rests in your lap, slowly dozing off with your book in his hand, still unfinished.
After days without sleep, he drifts off quickly to a dreamland where you are awake, where you're still holding him, laughing with him. It's a nice reprieve after four days of hell.
Hour 95
You eyelids flutter, still heavy from exhaustion. Your eyes still closed, you take a breath though your aching lungs beg you not to. You creak open a bleary eye at the incessant beeping from beside you.
The fluorescent lights above you startle you, forcing both eyes open. You immediately look down to Bucky, fast asleep with his light snores filling the room. You smile down at him, resting your head back down on your pillow to avoid waking him.
Sore muscles and exhaustion still bog you down, but you can't resist gently carding your fingers through Bucky's unruly hair. You quietly chuckle as he keens at the affection, sleepily groaning with a tired smile, "Hmm..."
His eyes whirl open at the sound of your laugh. His head snaps up off your lap and he just stares at you for a moment, not entirely convinced that he isn't still dreaming.
You sleepily sigh, head still back against your pillow, "Are you still mad?"
"Oh my God," he whispers. He surprises you by immediately standing up, sending the backwards. He bends down, carefully avoiding your IV, he kisses your temple, murmuring against your skin, "You're awake. Thank God, you're awake. I'm sorry, so, so, sorry."
You raise your hand, running it over Bucky's stubbly jaw, "Hi."
A laugh of relief bubbles out of his mouth, relishing in the feeling of your warm hand caressing his face, "Hi."
"How long was I out?" you wonder, surprised at Bucky's reaction.
"Four days."
"Four days?" you squawk.
"You hit the water pretty hard according to the doctor," Bucky begins to explain. "There was some bruising on your ribs and lungs. By the time we got you here, you were severely hypothermic and for the last few days they've been treating you for a respiratory infection."
You humorously snort, "Well, now no one can ever say that I never took one for the team."
"That's not funny," Bucky deadpans, a frown pulling at the corner of his mouth. "You could've died out there. I - You - You almost died out there."
You take his hand, pressing the palm of his hand to your lips, "It's alright. I'm okay."
"No, it's not alright." He fervently shakes his head, anger once again seeps into his words. This time, he's careful to direct that anger at the person that deserves it: himself. He was to blame for this whole mess. "You got hurt, which is bad enough. Even worse, it was all for nothing. You got hurt for nothing."
"It wasn't for nothing," you interject.
Bucky's eyebrows furrow, "What?"
"Do you have the sweater I was wearing?"
"It's right here," Bucky grabs the sweater, all your mission gear in a bag set beside him. "Are you cold? I can get you another blanket, or I can call the nurse - I should call the nurse actually."
You grab his hand, halting him. "I'm fine. Promise."
He hands you your jacket with a puzzled expression, "Then, why-"
You stick your hand in your pocket, fumbling around for a moment, "Here it is."
"What?"
You take your hand out of your pocket, revealing the flash drive to Bucky, "It wasn't for nothing, James."
You truly never ceased to surprise him, Bucky softly gasps, "How did you get that?"
"The HYDRA agent, he dropped it when we hit the water," you sheepishly shrug. "I saw it sinking so I swam down to get it."
Bucky can hardly fathom it.
From what the doctor said, the way you hit the water was enough to do incredible amounts of physical damage. From the amount of time you were down there, they deduced that you'd gotten stuck under a sheet of ice or the hit had rendered you momentarily unconscious.
Then, there was the icy lake, he knew every second of swimming in that water must've felt like daggers against your skin.
Risking getting caught underneath thick ice, you swam down to save the mission. He can't believe that you actually swam down, “You swam down?”
“I knew how much it meant to you. I saw it and I went for it.”
You extend the thumb drive out to him, “I didn't say anything because I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it didn’t work anymore, but it wasn't for nothing. It was for you.”
He pushes your extended hand away. Instead, pulling you into his crushing embrace, “You mean more to me. So much more.”
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