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Your breath came in short bursts as you began to hyperventilate. Your heart thudded quickly against your ribcage and the sound of blood rushing through your veins filled your ears as you faced the tall menacing figure in the dark.
"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!" You screeched at the stranger.
Your weary eyes played tricks on your brain morphing the image of Bucky into the heartless Winter Soldier. Sour memories replayed themselves on a movie reel projected in your mind.
Your unstable legs began walk you backwards. You stumbled into a coffee table and began finding your way around using your arms, never breaking eye contact with the opponent. Your legs finally gave up and you collapsed onto your knees. With shaking hands, you reached for the handgun laying on the glass coffee table and aimed at the person casting a large intimidating shadow across the living room. Your quivering fingers slipped from the trigger a few times until you managed to control the adrenaline coursing through your veins just enough to hold the weapon steady in your hands.
"YOU HURT ME ONCE, YOU WON'T HURT ME AGAIN! THIS TIME I'M ARMED! THIS TIME I'M READY FOR YOU!" You yelled viciously at the stranger.
With that final statement you pulled the trigger with an animalistic growl.
As soon as the bang resonated through the tower hallways you snapped our of your reverie. That's when you realized the shadow had collapsed to the ground whimpering in pain. You cautiously crawled towards the being with the gun still secure in your grasp. A gasp left your lips as you recognized Bucky with his face contorted in agony. Velvet droplets seeped through his fingers as he held his hand up to the gunshot wound. Your mind was detatched from your body and voice as you heard yourself scream for help. The gun fell to the ground with a metallic clang and your arms moved against your will to stop the bleeding you had caused. A look of horror plastered your face as your gaze landed on the crimson flowers quickly spreading across Bucky's shirt. Your eyes followed the trail of red until it poured onto the carpet, the blood spreading like a wildfire red tainting each thread in a matter of seconds.
Tears blurred your vision and the world became a swirl of shadows and blood. A lump began to grow in your throat which constricted your breathing. Oxygen was only coming in insubstantial bursts causing your head to swim and the ground beneath you began to sway and tip like the deck of a boat in a storm.
Your head found it's way to the floor and the thud of panicked footsteps filled your ears. You could barely make out the silhouettes of legs bending over you and Bucky before the welcomed darkness encased you in it's cold embrace singing you the lullaby of tortured shrieks from your past.