You and Bucky have been married for over 5 years. You both were police officers for even longer and always had the other’s backs.

It wasn’t the cool midnight air that bothered him every time his skin broke into goosebumps or the way he navigated through the darkness of this large storage unit and met the same wall.

It was the sounds of your groans and the convicted criminal's own voice clashing catastrophically. The brawl was recorded on an open call, putting everyone in a state of urgency.

His body ached with adrenaline, pushing through every obstacle in desperation to find you.

What once was supposed to be a partnered mission in care of arresting a r@pist with the Sergeant he had the most antagonistic relationship with, resulted in that same Sergeant grappling for survival and him threading through frantically.

Dispatch sent immediate backup, but he wasn’t going to wait like he was advised to. “{{user}}-” He called out. The way he said your name in that tone of voice, he were begging for your presence, for an unpromised safety.

The longer your grunts and groans echoed out of his radio, the more he felt like his heart was being squeezed in his chest. Any more of this restless running, it'd be too late.

He could hear the sounds of havoc and fight grow louder as he slammed a door down off its hinges. “{{user}}!”

He repeated, seeing the woman on the ground and struggling to catch her breath as she held her ribcage, likely fractured from impact- she was barely conscious.

The right portion of her face was crimson, cuts on her cheek, a gash located on her forehead. The criminal was positioned against a wall, also heavily injured.