Title: I Need You
Author: RuckyStarnes
Card: B018
Characters: Bucky Barnes, F!Reader, Steve Rogers, OMC!Dylan
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader, Past OMC!Dylan x F!Reader
Warnings: domestic violence, abusive ex, bruises, fear, trapped, just angsty stuff
Rating: Teen
Words: 1,082
Written for: @agonyapril2022 | @buckybarnesbingo | @badthingshappenbingo
Event: Agony April | Bucky Barnes Bingo | Bad Things Happen Bingo
Prompt/Square: Day 3: Fear | U5: Call for Help | B3: Bruises
Summary: Y/N calls Bucky, begging for help and is locked in her bathroom, hiding from the monster that has tormented her for years.
Type: Moodboard | Fic
"Have you heard from Y/N lately?" Steve asked, reaching for his beer after he swallowed.
"We talked briefly last week, when she needed me to get something from Asshat's place, but she wanted some space," Bucky replied.
Y/N was a long time friend of Bucky's sister, Becca, and eventually he and Y/N became friends too. Y/N helped where Scott and Kim couldn't: bringing in the mail, cooking meals, or even just keeping her company. Becca was the one that informed Bucky of how much of an ass Y/N's boyfriend was, which she suspected was why a 30-something woman would want to hang out with a woman in her late nineties. So when Becca passed away a few months ago, neither Bucky nor Becca's grandchildren questioned it when she left Y/N her house.
It's for her to start over, was what the will stated, which made sense to the three and none argued. He helped Y/N move out of the shared apartment she had with the sorry-excuse-of-a-man that was called Dylan. Both he and Steve had everything she owned out within a work day, so when the asshole came home he was left with no furniture, no bed, and no note. Bucky also helped her get her name off the lease, but she didn't need to know that.
"Well, maybe next week, invite her out for drinks with us. She can't be held up in that house, afraid of bumping into him. She has the restraining order in place and we always have a friend on her street to make sure he honors it," Steve replied, setting his bottle down.
Bucky was about to answer when his phone buzzed. He looked down, brows furrowed.
"What?" Steve asked, looking from his friend to the phone.
"Her alarm went off," Bucky sighed, picking it up and clearing the notification. His finger swiped a few more times before bringing the phone to his ear. "She sometimes forgets to put the code in right away when she gets home."
The phone rang on, and on, and on. Then it was her voice-mail.
"No answer," he frowned before the beep sounded. "Hey, Y/N, just Bucky. Got a notification that your alarm went off and checking in to see if you're okay. Call back." He ended the call with a slow tap, his brow still knitted together. "She never not picks up."
"Do You want to go check it out?" Steve asked, motioning for the bartender over to pay for their tab.
Bucky shook his head, downing the rest of his beer. "I'll give her five more minutes then call again. She might be doing something and hasn't turned her volume up?"
Before he could even say another word, his phone buzzed with Y/N’s name. He answered it quickly, his words rushed. “Are you okay?”
“Bucky, I need help.”
If it wasn’t for his super soldier hearing, he wouldn’t have heard the words nor the shakiness in her voice as she spoke. He didn’t even excuse himself from Steve as he got up and grabbed his jacket, making his way towards the door. He could sense his friend hustling after him once the tab was paid; Bucky kept talking to Y/N, asking questions to judge how quickly he needed to get there.
“Just...come. Please. I need you. He’s—”
There was a loud crash and Y/N yelped, the phone falling to the floor.
“Y/N! Steve and I are coming,” he rushed out as he climbed on his motorcycle, not even checking on Steve. He knew his best friend could hear everything, and that he would follow suit. They both sped off towards Y/N’s home, Bucky weaving between cars and running lights as he held the phone to his ear. He could hear Dylan curse and things being slammed into or thrown. Y/N’s muffled sobs were breaking his heart, knowing she was alone with a monster and scared.
He didn’t care that he dropped his bike on the drive, he didn’t care that his phone fell to the pavement, possibly breaking; nor he didn’t care that the front door fell off its hinges when he slammed his left fist into, splintering the heavy wood. All he knew was that he had to rescue Y/N from a dangerous person.
“Y/N, open the damn fucking door!”
Bucky’s head snapped up the stairs then began to ascend two at a time just as he heard Steve rush up the walk.
There, outside of the bathroom door, was the asshole that has caused Y/N so much pain. His fist was beating on the door, his other twisting the knob back and forth. Thankfully, Y/N let him put in a steel door to the bathroom with a deadbolt as a safe room for her in case Dylan should show up. It only took a few weeks, but he was hoping she never had to use it. He could hear her crying behind the door, pleading Dylan to go away as she begged for Bucky to come and save her.
His left hand fell on the bulky man’s shoulder, spinning him around and connected his right fist to the man’s face. An agonizing scream left the man’s mouth as Bucky pulled back and landed another punch, this time to Dylan’s chest, before throwing him to the side, right into Steve’s hands. Bucky didn’t see what Steve did to the lowlife, he didn’t care, all he knew was that he had to get to Y/N.
“Y/N, doll, it’s me. Steve and I are here. Open the door, sweetheart. It’s safe,” he rushed out, his hand knocking on the heavy door. He waited for her to unlock the door, pulling it open slowly.
She stood before him, her right eye puffy and her lip split. Bucky’s eyes roamed over her, noting a bruise that was starting to form on her neck and her forearms.
He was going to kill the bastard.
“Steve,” Bucky gritted out, and Steve started to go down the stairs, taking the intruder out just as Bucky heard the police round the corner of the block.
He waited for Y/N to make the move, not knowing what she needed, but she rushed into him, burying her face into his chest as she started to cry. His right arm wrapped around her protectively as her tears started to soak through his shirt. He silently vowed that she was never going to be hurt or scared again, and Dylan was going not going to be a problem again.
