Summary: Steve isn’t usually the one to hate or judge people. But when it came to you, he just wanted to rip his hair out. So his dismay, you two are partnered for a class project. Can you change his mind in time to get a good grade? Or will his feelings get the best of him?
Warnings: Blood. Violence. Crying. More Crying. Pain to your heart. A good cuddle buddy is advised.
Steve stares at his blue eyed friend as the room soon empties. Sam whispers a few things to him, laughs, smacks Bucky’s back and heads out. Bucky stands as Steve’s bloody, swollen, cut face stares back at him. Bucky looks back to make sure no one is here before rushing to him.
“Steve you’re alive! Y/N is going to be so excited!” Bucky says as he starts to untie him.
“Stop! Sam will get you too. Do not help me! Just take the news of me still being alive to Y/N. She needs you just as much as you need me. Please.” Steve says as he weakly tries to pull his body from Bucky’s.
“No. I can’t just leave you here!” Bucky says as he tries to continue.
“Stop! Right now!” Steve yells, spitting blood at Bucky. Bucky stumbles back, taken aback from the liquid running down his face. He stares at Steve as he wipes the blood from his face.
“Please just listen to me!” Steve says. “Go. Act like we had an argument and get out free. You know where i am. At least where i was before they move me again.”
“I can’t leave here knowing you’re here! Y/N will kill me if she knew i had the opportunity to save you!”
“Then tell her i wasn’t there. Please. I can't lose you again. I can stand this. The beatings aren’t as bad. Please. I love you man. Now go.” Steve says. Bucky huffs, but does as he says, walking out. Trying to put his anger mode on, he slams the doors open and stomping out. The group standing at the end of the hall watches as Bucky rushing towards them.
“How did it go?” Sam asks as he steps in front of Bucky.
“He’s a piece of shit. Bitch spit in my fucking face. He can rot for all i care.” Bucky angirly spills as he moves past Sam and towards the doors. He slams them open and takes off in a run towards the dorms.
Sam smiles widely as he and Melissa walk up to a sleeping Steve. Sam slams a book shut next to Steve’s head, causing him to jerk his head, groaning. Steve sighs as he looks up at him.
“What?” Steve says weakly.
“We talked to Bucky. He told us you spit on him.” Sam says as Melissa sits on Steve’s lap. She pouts as she tries to hold his head by his hair up. “Why’d you spit on my favorite member?”
“He was in my face and..” Steve takes a deep breath. “And i wanted to defend myself.” Sam shakes his head as he walks towards a table. Sam turns and leans against, facing Steve.
“When are you going to learn you lost?!” Sam exclaims. He takes a knife out and stares at Steve. Steve gulps as he looks up at Melissa. She just smiles as she runs her hands through his hair.
“It won’t hurt. I promise.” Melissa says fakely as she turns her head to face Sam. He smiles as he gets up and lunges at Steve. He grabs the back of his hair and pulls his hair harshly, jerking his head back. Steve cries out at the pain. Sam smiles and holds the knife to his neck.
“I don’t understand why you are still holding on.” Sam hisses. Steve gulps even harder, closing his eyes. Accepting the fate Sam was holding in his hands. Sam just laughs, letting Steve’s head go. Steve sighs out of relief as his head droops down.
“Pathetic. Very Pathetic.” Melissa says as she rubs her hand up and down Steve’s chest. Steve grunts a little, wanting Melissa’s hand off of him. He did not want her hands on him.
Sam grabs a hold of Steve’s hand and straightens his arm. Steve looks up as a stinging pain rips through his arm. Steve’s eyes water as Melissa holds his body against the chair, they eyes locking. She searches the pained soul, her heart slightly breaking. Steve opens his mouth to scream but Melissa’s hand presses it back down his throat as she holds his mouth shut.
“There we go.” Sam pulls the knife to him, wiping the blood with a cloth. “Alright boys, move him.” Steve’s eyes droop as the blood trickles out. Melissa gets off of him and the guys put his hood on him. Steve passes out as they take his restraints off.
“Steven.” Your voice echoed, his eye opening to the once familiar room of your dorm. He stares at the ceiling before turning his head to see you staring at him. Same white dress and bright glow from earlier. “Hello.”
“Hey.” He says as he sits up from your bed.
“How are you today?” You ask as you sit next to him.
“I found from my fears that you are clearly my light.” He says as he pushes a strained of hair behind your ear. You smile and wrap your arms around the back of his neck, sitting on his lap. His hands slips behind your back, holding you to him.
“I’ve been sleepless at night. The past two days have been cold. Lonely.” You say as you rest your chin on his shoulder. He sighs as he places his on the top of your head.
“Trust me. This has been the worst two days. Not holding you. They gave me this.” Steve says as he moves his arm to show you the bleeding cut. You gasp as you slowly move your fingers to it.
“Let peace hold your soul.” You mumble as you run a finger down it, the wound instantly healing, no scar left behind. “Beauty after all. Who says love should break us when we fall.”
“I don’t think i am strong enough. Not now.” Steve says as you trace your finger up and down his forearm. You sigh, sitting up properly and moving from his lap. You climb off of the bed and pull him with you. You guys exit your room and what is to be the hallway turns to a room with a chair sitting at the other end of it.
“Don’t think that way. I know you too well.” You say as you lead him to the chair. You both stop just before it, staring at each other. “If i love you as a promise, would you ever break it?”
“Of course not!” Steve exclaims. You both shift so his back is to the chair. You pull your hand from his.
“Hurt. Only you know the path that i break. Tell them what you are. I don't want to be you.” You push him hard against his chest, flinging him into the chair. He lands with a thud. “Anymore.” The ropes snake around his body once more.
Steve’s eyes open tiredly, a more dim light room appears behind them. You seem so real. Everything about those dreams seems so real to him. Holding you. To kiss you again would be a dream. To properly love you. To present the project… oh my god the project! Steve’s mind comes more to life as he scans over the room. He pulls on his restraints, looking down at his arms. The cut… it was gone. Erased as if Sam never cut him. That was real. The pain was real. But then the dream with you… healed him.
“Babe.” Emma whispers as she shakes your back. You look up to meet hers and Bucky’s smiles. You push your body from your bed and sit up.
“I saw him. The team… we won’t talk about that. Just know i did not lay a hand on him. Sam told me he wanted me to have a private moment with him to. But i didn’t I wanted to take him. But he would not let me. He didn’t want more people to be dragged into this. But we were in the males locker room.” Bucky explains to you. Emma hands you a cup of coffee.
“Can we go there?!” You ask as you take a few sips of the coffee. Bucky sighs.
“Unfortunately i do not recommend going.” Bucky says, trying to ease the pain of the no. You nod your head. You place the coffee mug on the bed side table.
“Well. We have classes. Our history professor emailed and said that um, i could present alone with just him and i…. I don’t know how..” A few tears escape your eyes. Emma sits down beside you and pulls your body to her. You lay your head on her lap and your feet across Bucky’s lap. You cry a little harder while Bucky rubbed your back and Emma played with your hair.
“Maybe another day of in dorm studying will do?” Emma suggests. “We can get all the work from Sophia and Cait.” You just nod as you snuggle your face into her thigh. Emma and Bucky look at each other.
“I will get the food ordered.” Bucky says, picking your legs up and walking out of the
room. He walks to the staircase and opens the door. He is instantly greeted by Melissa.
“Hey!“ She chimes happily as she walks past him. “It was great to see you last night.”
“Sure.” Bucky says as he puts the phone to his ear. “If you find beating someone for loving someone fun.”
“Oh…” Melissa mumbles, Bucky laughs and hangs the phone up.
“You don’t find it weird that you boyfriend is beating up his ex’s new boyfriend? Because we as the team do. Why isn’t he happy and confident enough in your relationship? Shouldn’t he be? It’s sad.” Bucky says. Melissa stands there silently. She clenches her jaw as Bucky plants a seed in her heart. “The cops will find Sam and Steve. Sam will talk. You will be an accomplice. Someone as smart as you should know that… Good luck in prison.”
“Bye Bucky..” She mumbles as she closes the door. Bucky shakes his head and redials the number.
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