" Only Four Years Old "
An Original Story by SLR
Chapter 1: " Abused, Bullied & Threatened "
The dirty toddler whimpered as she pressed herself up against the chain link fence, her entire body trembling with fear because of the vicious barking dog, that was being held back by the biggest of the bullies, who had chased her into the alley. Her flushed chubby face was littered with hot tears and she was desperately trying not to give into her sobs.
" Look at the stupid little baby! She can't even look at me can you, you little filthy slut?! What's the matter,brat? Is my dog scaring you? Good! Rex doesn't like little brats who don't obey me! He knows just what they deserve! A really long punishment over my knee with my belt!! Yes! That's what I'm going to do to you, you nasty disgusting brat! Here, Brian, hold onto Rex, while I give this brat her punishment."
The black haired teenager handed the leash over to his friend, and proceeded to roll up his sleeves, slowly stalking towards the frightened girl. As he got closer, the little one tried to dodge his outstretched hands but her legs were shaking too badly and she collapsed instead.
" Aww, did the poor little baby fall down? " Her tormentor teased, grabbing ahold of one of her arms and yanking her to lay down across his lap. He placed his large hand down on her back as she attempted to wiggle away as he began to pull down her pants and panties to her ankles. As her little bottom was displayed, the girl gave a frightening squeal of shame, her little legs trying everything to get away from her upcoming punishment.
" Stop it, brat! Hold still! You're not going to get away from this! Besides you deserve it for kicking and biting me. " The boy's huge right hand came down hard on her wiggling butt as he started another very hard spanking. He smiled gleefully at the dark pink skin as he lit it up with more color. The spanking that he had given her just that morning was still very much on display all over her small thighs and baby bottom, one of her upper legs still had the long bruise shaped like a belt strap on it. That had happened 2 nights ago when he had once again been babysitting his annoying little step sister. She had accidentally knocked her milk over and he had hauled her over his lap for another long session of painful and undeserved punishment. He had promised her 4 strokes with his belt because she had also accidentally wet her pants as soon as she was pressed down on his lap. The fear that filled her chest was too much to bear & she had tried to beg him not to take his belt off. However, he was able to get in the first stroke before he was interrupted by their parents coming home. He had quickly hauled her into her room and shoved her into her bed, threatening her again to be quiet about the little punishments. She had spent the next five minutes trembling until her mother had come into her room to kiss & hug her goodnight. She had clung to her and sobbed, claiming to have had another nightmare about her biological father. Her mom gently helped her clean up and change her pj's. She didn't dare tell her about her stepbrother's harsh treatment or the punishments he was giving her on an almost daily basis.
As her stepbrother's hand continued to smack down on her poor little bottom, the little girl started to sob & actually scream out in pain. She began to believe that he wanted to turn her bottom black and blue and might never stop this punishment! That thought alone caused her to start to have an emotional meltdown.
All of a sudden, there was a loud deep voice filling the alley.
" What the hell do you think you are doing, kid? Stop that immediately! I said, stop it!! "
The stranger's hand clamped down on the boy's wrist preventing the next blow from landing on the already maroon colored bottom. The boy growled at the stranger & tried to pull away but found he could not move.
The toddler on his lap turned her head to look at her rescuer, her blonde curly hair flopping down over her forehead. Tears still streamed down her baby face and she desperately wanted to get down from her embarrassing position but was in too much pain to move.
" I'm going to let you go and you are going to allow me to pick up the little girl and leave, understand?! " The stranger spoke harshly to the angry teenager, daring him to try anything. The young man nodded his head curtly; as the man's grip on his wrist had already been so hard as to leave a bruise.
" Alright, then, I'm choosing to believe that you are telling me the truth and you or your buddy won't interfere. If you do however, then I will be forced to deal with you very harshly, do you understand? " The stranger explained tightening his grip on the boy's wrist slightly. The boy winced and nodded & answered with a pain filled whisper of yes.
The stranger immediately let go of the boy and scooped up the little toddler from his lap. The baby girl whimpered in fear & pain.
" It's okay, baby doll, I got you. You're safe. Don't you worry, he won't be able to get you again. I'll take care of you. You're going to be okay. " The stranger's voice became soft and gentle, as he was pulling her clothes back up as he walked away from the two boys. The whole time the toddler didn't stop whimpering & sobbing pressing her face into his chest and her chubby hands grabbing onto his dress shirt in a death grip.
Bucky could hardly believe how quickly the little girl seemed to trust him. And his heart melted when she snuggled into him as much as she could. As he left the alley, he began to walk quickly towards Stark tower, wanting to relieve the baby's pain as soon as possible. Before he could register it, he was standing in the elevator going straight to the Medical center. He just prayed that Bruce was on duty and would be able to stay calm when he saw the shape the little girl was in.
Quietly, soothing the baby in his arms, he took a deep breath when he saw Bruce in the Med Bay stitching up Tony Stark's arm.
He silently waited for his turn not wanting to draw attention to the baby in his arms just yet, especially with Tony in there, knowing just how obnoxious the man could be. So he waited in the shadows, softly rubbing the little girl's head, upper back and shoulders to soothe and calm her down. She had clung to him from the first time he had held her & Bucky already felt himself growing protective & forming a bond with the child. He softly rubbed his fingers across her forehead and face as her sobs had given way to hiccups. She pushed her head up, as if to ask for more soft touches ; as his fingers stroked lightly over her forehead and face, which in turn made Bucky fall even more in love with her.