Plot: Bucky is gone, and after mere hours of being alone with Kobik you question your ability to be a mother. But after a while, but begin to realize that Kobik and you aren't as different as you thought you were.
Part of you was close to begging Bucky not to leave, but you knew that he needed you, and he felt that she needed you. But you didn’t know what to do with her. You didn’t know what kids wanted, or what they liked, or even how they were supposed to act. Did she act the way that she did because she was some superhuman that wasn’t even a human? Or because she just acted like a normal four-year-old.
You did grow used to her sporadically using her powers to do whatever she wanted to entertain herself. You felt better that she didn’t do anything crazy like what had happened when she had a nightmare. In fact she was sleeping peacefully on your bed for an afternoon nap. Something that you were normally doing at that time anyway for the past couple of months.
But not today.
You continued to sob sitting on the floor of your office against the closed door. Your knees were pulled up against your chest in effect soaking your jeans. You couldn’t stop thinking about and worrying about what it was going to be like when you had your own kid to worry about constantly, and permanently.
You were sobbing so hard against your knees that you didn’t even notice that Kobik had entered the room. At first, you were startled. After all, you were against the door, so there was no way that she could have opened it. But you remembered that you did witness her walk through a wall once or twice. But you had to wonder how long she had actually been there. You then had to conclude that she was never going to even try to be normal.
“Kobik?” you sniffled trying to put yourself back together.
She didn’t say anything but sat herself down next to you pulling her knees against her chest like you.
“What’s wrong?” she asked softly.
“Nothing,” you replied attempting to stop you crying but failing.
“Just grown-up stuff that you don’t have to worry about.”
She paused giving you time to wipe your tears.
“Is everything okay?”
She shook her head.
“Do you need anything?”
She shook her head again, making you wonder what she was in the room for.
“I can take your pain away,” she said softly.
You frowned and tilted your head.
“You still make that face a lot,” she pointed out.
For some reason that made you giggle through your tears. She had never made you laugh before the way that she was always good at making Bucky chuckle. And this time she wasn’t even trying.
“What do you mean, Kobik?”
She sighed before comedically mimicking your face by frowning and tilting her little head.
This made you laugh again as you wiped your nose with your sleeves. But that wasn’t your question, and she knew it.
She softly placed her hand on your upper arm and closed her eyes. You didn’t know what was happening, but you felt a tiny bit of energy being sucked out of your body. You wondered if you should be worried, but you found that you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.
Her facial expressions changed as if she was seeing something like a movie. You wondered what the hell she was seeing. Her eyes may have been closed, but you could see the distress in her face. When she opened her eyes, she looked sad. You could see tears beginning to form on the bottom of her eyes, but she shook it off before they could fully manifest.
“That pain,” she pointed out.
“I can fix it.”
What did she mean? What did she see?
Was she just talking about the fact that you feared having a child? Or did she see the horrifying memories of watching your parents die right before your eyes after being shot by two members of Hydra when you were twelve? Did she see when you were taken hostage by those same people even though Hydra was already gone? If it hadn’t been for Bucky, you would have experienced the same fate as your parents. Did she see all of it? Feel all of it?
“How did you…How could you?—”
“I can make you forget.”
First of all, how could she do that? And second of all…Did you want to let her? Baby or not, the thought of a cosmic cube of energy with the maturity of a 4 year old messing you’re your head scared you a little bit. But if she could do it risk-free…Would you let her?
Your breath hitched.
“Forget?”
She nodded innocently.
You wanted to think about it. But you knew your answer. You knew what your answer would always be.
What you went through was truly horrible. Yes. But when you finally got to think about it with clarity, when given the opportunity, you realized that you didn’t want it. You might forget what happened, but you couldn’t change what actually happened.
Everything that you went through shaped who you were. Shaped how you connected to your husband. Forgetting it all wouldn't change the outcome of your situation. If you forgot about it all, would your life even be real anymore?
You blinked a couple of tears away and you set your hand on her knee.
“No,” you said softly.
Your voice cracked a little bit.
She looked deep into your eyes before facing forward and shrugging.
“That’s what Buck said,” she muttered softly.
“He won’t let me fix it either.”
You looked at her helpless expression and gave her a soft smile.
“Why do you want to fix it, sweetie? Why make people forget?” you asked.
She shrugged again and pressed her knees to her chest even tighter.
“So you don’t have to feel it anymore.”
Your heart immediately broke. She knew what it was like to feel pain. To feel the loss the way that you and Bucky felt. The facility that she had come from wasn’t just a lab to study her. As Bucky said, it was her home. And the scientists she trusted…They were her family. And now they were gone.
“Can you heal your own pain? Make yourself forget?”
She shook her head still looking forward. You rubbed her back softly the same way that Bucky did when trying to comfort someone.
“Would you do it if you could?”
She paused to think about it, and turned to you with a sad expression in her eyes, and just shrugged.
All she wanted to do was become human and was now stuck with the shitty life that she had handed to her. She shouldn’t have had to live the life that she was living. Something that you knew all too well. And here you were acting like you didn’t care for her, and acting scared of her when what she needed most was someone who could and wanted to care for her. Just like Bucky did, even before she went through what she did.
Before you even had a chance to register what you were doing, you let your arms wrap around her and you held her tight.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing, kid,” you sniffled rocking her back and forth.
“Let’s say we do something fun.”
She tilted her head pondering on what you were thinking.
“Like what?”
“Well what do you want to do?” you chuckled.
She truly was as indecisive as what you imagined a 4-year-old to be like. So you took it upon yourself to decide for her.
“How about pizza?”
Note: Finally the bonding that everyone was hoping and waiting for.
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Part 4 of The Darkness Within Series (Spanish Version)
Summary: Bucky is on a self-imposed mission to kill the leader of a small country who wronged him and isn’t expecting there to be any witnesses. But then he is spotted by a young woman who doesn’t react how he expects
Word Count: 885
Warnings: Angst. ANGST. Honestly, any kind of angst you can possibly think of is probably going to be a warning at some point in this story.
She wasn’t at the warehouse. That didn’t surprise Bucky. It did make it harder for him to find her, but not impossible. It just took a few extra minutes and Bucky pulling on his training until he tracked her to the bell tower of the abandoned church on the edge of the city.
“She was all I had left,” Y/N whispered. She hadn’t even turned around to see who entered the room. He supposed she could have spotted him walking up. Alone. Without her sister.
Bucky didn’t offer words of condolences or apology. He just leaned against the doorframe and watched her huddled form in front of a broken window. Why was he even here? He didn’t know the girl. This was the third time he’d seen her. Now that she was safe, he should be heading back to the jet to work on a new plan with his team. Figure out how to keep Cherut under control.
But if they knew Y/N was still alive, they would keep coming after her. More people would die. So it made sense for Bucky to keep an eye out. He could justify his actions a little more.
“You can’t stay here.” He finally spoke.
“I know. You should have left me in there.” Her words were barely a whisper, and she hadn’t looked away from the broken window. Bucky hadn’t looked away from her. “You don’t owe me anything.”
Y/N had lived for her sister. Everything she’d done was for her sister. In the small bits and pieces Bucky had been able to find about her, that was painfully obvious. She’d endured week after week with the General. She put on a fake smile for customers at the coffee shop to supplement her sister’s education.
And now that her sister was dead, Y/N didn’t have anything left to live for. Bucky knew exactly how she was feeling. He didn’t have to guess at what she was planning to do. Without anything left to live for, why live?
“They’re still out there. The people who ordered the strike. The people who killed your sister.”
Finally, a reaction. Her jaw clenched and head raised slightly.
Steve wasn’t going to like Bucky’s decision. The rest of the team would fight him on this. But for the first time in years, Bucky knew this was the right decision.
“I helped you get your revenge on the General. I can help you get your revenge for your sister.” At his proposal, Y/N turned and looked at him, carefully keeping her face void of emotion. He took a step into the room, noting once again how strange it was that she wasn’t frightened as he came closer. “You said hearing me torture the General were the best noises you’d heard in a long time. I can teach you how to do that to someone else.”
A part of him was screaming that inviting an innocent girl into his dark world like this was horrible. It was a bad idea and he should retract and leave.
But this wasn’t a normal circumstance, and Y/N wasn’t a normal girl. She’d seen things that no one her age should ever have to see. She’d heard things no one should ever have to hear. There was a darkness within her that matched Bucky’s soul.
If he didn’t take her under his wing, she would end up dead or worse.
“Why would you do that? You don’t even know me.”
Rather than answer her question, he deflected. “I have to get going. My team is taking off soon. Follow me if you want to come. If not, leave the country and stay safe.”
He was halfway down the stairs before he heard her moving. By the time he was on the street again, she was right by his side. No more words were exchanged as they moved through the shadows. Y/N wasn’t as silent as Bucky, but she was surprisingly quiet as they slid through the streets. The one time she nearly slipped up was when they passed the road that led to the club. Her steady footsteps wavered, and Bucky picked up on her quick intake of air. The hesitance lasted only a few seconds before she was on the move again.
Twenty minutes later, they made it to the other edge of town where Bucky stashed his bike that would take them the rest of the way to the clearing to where the jet touched down.
“I don’t have a helmet…”
“You really think I give a shit?”
Right. Bucky had momentarily forgotten about her disregard for her own life. He shrugged it off and climbed onto the motorcycle, waiting for her to jump on behind him. She was a step away before she stopped and tilted her head. “What’s your name?”
That threw him for a loop. Here she was, literally running away with a complete stranger who she knew could torture and kill a man without a second thought, and she didn’t even know his name. What kind of person does that?
Someone who was just as messed up as him, he supposed. Just in a different way.
“Bucky.”
“Bucky,” she repeated. After one short nod, she was climbing up behind Bucky. Her arms snaked around his waist just as he started the engine.
You could read this as either the first one-shot to my fic, sick. Or you could read this as a prologue. Either way works. :)
Plot: You have a new baby that you are madly in love with. But the baby blues are stealing some of that joy away from you. Luckily you have Bucky, a great father and husband to help you get through it.
You were madly in love.
You loved your 3-week-old baby more than anyone you had ever loved in your whole life.
In your eyes, she was the most beautiful human being that you had ever set eyes on.
She had her dad’s sky-blue eyes, with tiny flecks of the exact same color green of your eyes around her pupils. When she was born, she had a full head of Bucky’s chocolate brown hair, your nose, your chin, and even some of Bucky’s facial expressions. You wondered what other features of yours and his she would inherit as time went on and she grew older.
Suddenly the thought of her growing older than she was now started to make you feel sad.
A lot of things made you feel sad nowadays.
You didn’t know why you felt this way almost all of the time. The day Frankie was born was the happiest day of your life; despite the idea of ever having a kid was one of the most unplanned event that you could ever imagine.
You and Bucky had disclosed, and agreed that you never wanted to have kids. Your lives were too busy, and you both loved what you did. Plus the idea of having a kid was absolutely terrifying. You didn’t know how to be parents.
But one day almost 7 months ago while minutes away from taking off on a mission that didn’t involve Bucky, you were called off of the jet only to be yelled at by your CO for trying to get on a mission while 12 weeks pregnant.
12 weeks pregnant?
You had scoffed at your CO for even suggesting that that was a possibility. In fact, you laughed in his face as though it were some weird prank. Someone had obviously planted those results on you. There was no fucking way.
True, you had admittedly skipped out on your bi-monthly medical check-ups three times until that day. So you came to the conclusion that someone found out about it and planted it on your medical records so that they could get away with doing what they wanted for at least a little while longer.
3 pregnancy tests later, and a follow-up doctor’s appointment the very next day confirmed their own statements.
And yet, although you had both been scared out of your minds for nearly 24 hours, when you heard the sound of that strong heartbeat echo around the room, you felt an overwhelming sense of calm. You had a hard time mustering up the courage to look at the screen at first, but in Bucky’s eyes you could see an expression of awe…even love while fixating on the footage of that little form resting calmly inside you. That look alone gave you the courage to turn around and see what was your little girl.
You were then both immediately in love.
So why were you feeling like this right now? This was supposed to be the happiest time of your life. Sure, you were a little (very) sleep deprived, our nipples felt like raw, engorged chew toys, and you were recovering from an incredibly long, and difficult labor/birth that bordered on traumatic. It was eventually the best day of your life, but even thinking about that pain made you start to tremble. Why did everyone say that you would forget the pain in a split second?
Now for the past week or so, Frankie would start wailing, and she would not stop for a long time. You had no idea what she was crying about, or how to fix it.
You felt so helpless in those moments, especially when she would cry angrily as though to tell you to figure out what the fuck she needed, and now.
Now was one of those moments.
Her diaper was clean, you tried feeding her but she refused; you tried rocking her, and putting her down for a nap. And yet, nothing was helping.
You stood in the middle of her nursery with her head resting on your shoulder as you softly bounced her, rocking her side to side.
Nothing.
You felt tears start to form in your eyes. You didn’t know what you were doing wrong. Maybe she just hated you.
Bucky swiftly walked into the room.
“Y/N, is everything oka-”
“We’re fine,” you snapped.
“Y/N, just let me take her for a little while,”
“I said, we’re fine! You think I don’t know how to take care of her?”
This caused her to cry even harder.
You shot him a severe look, signaling him to go away.
When he finally left the room, the tears that you tried to hold back began to flow, and you broke out into silent sobs so as to try not to upset her even more. You were failing, and you didn’t know what to do about it.
. . .
After another half hour, she had finally tired out and went to sleep. But God knows how for how much longer now.
You made your way to the living room and plopped on the couch and hugged your knees in an upright position. You nearly started rocking yourself, but you didn’t have it in you to even do that. You didn’t even have the energy to push yourself sideways to make yourself comfortable to get some sleep. So you just stared off into space. You didn’t even have enough energy to even have thoughts at this point.
“Y/N,” Bucky sighed, sitting next to you on the couch, setting a light hand on your shoulder.
You jumped, not expecting the physical contact. Especially after how badly you had treated him not too long ago.
“Y/N, you really should get some sleep.”
You shook your head, just barely as you continued to stare off into space.
“She’ll probably need me soon, so there’s no point,”
“Then let me take care of it.”
You shook your head once again. A little bit stronger now.
“Y/N, do you not trust me with the baby?”
You frowned, but didn’t move your eyes or head to his direction.
“Y/N…”
Now you snapped your head towards him, feeling a burst of energy fueled by anger come out.
“How could you say that?” You exclaimed.
“Y/N, you never let me take care of her, much less touch her nowadays. So I’m asking you again. Do you not trust me to be around her anymore?”
You sighed, fighting another burst of tears attempting to make their way through.
It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him with the baby. In fact, it took a little while for him to even trust himself to hold her. On the day that she was born, you decided that you needed to spontaneously enforce the sink or swim method on him. So you just handed her off to him giving him no option but to hold her, or she would fall. And you knew that he was never going to let that happen to his precious little doll. So who the fuck was he to accuse you of that?
You shot up, crossing your arms.
“Great, so now I’m not just a horrible mother, but a terrible wife too? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Y/N,” he said softly, keeping a short distance from you.
And that’s when the tears came out in loud sobs. You couldn’t control it, or hold back as you did before. You turned your back to him with your head in your hands.
You suddenly felt him wrap his arms around you, and turn you around. Your head was now resting on his chest forming a large wet spot onto his light-grey shirt.
He rocked you side to side as though you were the baby now that couldn’t stop crying. You didn’t deserve him.
He sat you back on the couch and had you lay down with your knees curled up, and your head resting on his legs.
“Y/N, I’m sorry for what I said, but please just tell me what’s going on. You act as though you have to do this alone.”
That was it. You felt like you did have to. You felt an immense amount of guilt about how much you had put her in danger for the first three months of your pregnancy. You had carried on doing missions, and engaged in multiple rigorous, and dangerous fights. All because you neglected to go to those stupid check-ups.
When you found out about her presence, you felt a desperate need to protect her. Since she was inside of you, it hardly even felt like a task. As long as you were safe, she was safe by default. She was comfortable, secure, and had all of her needs taken care of by default.
Now that she was out in the world, it was a different story.
You had been so close to her for so many months. It was the closest bond that one human could have with another human. On a technical scale, you were the only one who had any sort of physical contact with her until the moment you gave birth to her. Now that she was out in the world as an autonomous being, that thought scared you.
You wanted that closeness back.
You wanted her protected in your belly once again.
Now it felt like she couldn’t even bond with you. She hated you now. You didn’t know how to properly be a mother.
So you tried, and you tried day and night and but continued to fail nonetheless.
But while trying to learn how to care for her properly, you didn’t realize that in the process you had been alienating her from her father. Or rather, you had been alienating her father from her.
It wasn’t fair to him to feel that way.
So, you explained the exact thoughts that you were feeling as you continued to sob on his lap. He did nothing but listen while stroking your hair.
“Y/N you’re not a terrible mother,” he said in the hushed tone that he knew soothed you.
“And you shouldn’t feel like you have to do this alone. You’re crashing, and I see it happening more and more by the hour. You can’t keep going on like this without eventually ending up in a hospital.”
You sniffled, finally regaining the ability to stop the tears.
Within a split second, he scooped you up and carried you upstairs to your bedroom to set you onto the bed, covering you up in the warm blankets. The pillows underneath you felt so soft. Softer than they had ever felt in your life.
“Now rest,” he whispered before kissing you on the forehead.
“What if she gets hungry?” you muttered drowsily.
“Fridge.”
Oh right…You had completely forgotten that you had left milk for her in there. You just felt too guilty to use it to let him bottle feed her. But the bed was so comfortable, before you could even finish the thought, you drifted off into sleep.
…
The next few weeks were still hard; but not nearly as much as before. You let Bucky help you, sharing the load. How you had felt before didn’t go away overnight, and you still felt tired a lot of the time. But you didn’t feel like you were going to crash as hard as before.
Slowly over time, the spontaneous waterworks began to subside.
Eventually the more you got the hang of things, it was much easier to take care of her. With the added help of Bucky of course. You didn’t realize how much less of a weight on your shoulders it was when you let him share some of the load.
You bonded with her more and more, and so did her father. You melted when you secretly watched that tiny baby lay comfortably in his arms.
One time you broke out into sobs at the sight of them. Bucky had fallen asleep with her in his arms as she slept comfortably. When he woke up hearing the tear induced gasp, Bucky thought that he had done something wrong. But it was the opposite. You smiled through the tears and explained that they were happy tears.
And as the months went by, you celebrated the new milestones that she accomplished. You weren’t as sad as you thought you would be in the process of watching her up so fast.
You loved seeing how much her fire-like spirit and determination to learn how to do new things and navigate the world flourished.
She would give you the biggest, and happiest one-toothed smiles when crawled around the living-room floor with her chunky baby legs; and oftentimes would explode into the most infectious bouts of laughter. It was impossible for anyone not to light up at the sound of it, especially in public.
As mentioned before, it still wasn’t easy adjusting into parenthood. But you set your mind into realizing that this was another journey in life that you would conquer every day, and enjoy every step of the ride.
But when those moments came when you felt like you were failing, Bucky stepped in and reassured you that it was just the opposite. He reasoned that you felt that way not because you were a bad mother, but because you wanted to be the best damn mother you could be. And that you were doing a hell of a good job at it.
And he was doing a hell of a good job at being the best father.
Parenthood may have been a journey that neither of you had wanted in the beginning of your relationship. But now, you couldn’t imagine life without your little family.
(PS note: Hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading my stuff, I love you all. Feel free to send in requests!)
Plot: You and Bucky hate each other. Almost any time you’re together you end up fighting. It often turns into explosive fights, and the team is sick of it. But neither of you care. So you, nor Bucky do anything to rectify the problem. Especially Bucky. He uses a nickname for you that he knows makes you angrier than anything. And then…Something interesting happens.
Note: This is a two part series. It was supposed to be just a oneshot, but I felt like it was a little long for just one part. Either way, I wrote it all together so there will automatically be a link at the bottom for part two. Enjoy. ;)
Part II
…
When you woke up, you automatically had the instinct to not open your eyes.
“Oh gosh, do not tell me that this is happening to me right now,” you thought to yourself as you continued to keep the will to keep your damn eyes closed, and to numb every sense in your body.
The second one was impossible.
You knew that the blankets that you were currently under were not yours. You knew that the direction of the sunlight that you could see through your closed lids was not hitting your face from the correct side. And you definitely couldn’t turn your senses off enough to not feel the dip in the bed to your left, to not hear the light steady breaths, or feel his body heat.
Fuck.
You slowly, and regrettably pried your left eye open. And sure enough, there he was. Bucky fucking Barnes laid right next to you just as clothed as you currently were. (You were naked).
You slowly, and stealthily slid out of bed finding your underwear first. Thank goodness.
You realized that your clothes were thrown all over the room. Next was your leather pants, one sock, and BINGO! Finally, your shirt across the room. It was like a treasure hunt, or a game of ‘Where’s Waldo’ for your clothes.
You grabbed your shoes, deciding that it was not worth it to use up borrowed time to put them on.
As you turned the doorknob and looked behind you, you noticed that he was beginning to wake up.
Shit.
For a good five seconds you froze staring at each other like deer in headlights. Especially since you saw Bucky coming to the shocking realization that what he thought had happened, happened not even 8 hours ago.
But neither of you said anything. So, you just walked out of the room, narrowing your eyes as a silent message.
We never speak about this.
…
You sat in the kitchen of the compound staring blankly at your toast. You were hungry. At least a little bit.
And you knew that you needed to hydrate with that big glass of orange juice in front of you.
You weren’t one for hangovers; you’ve never even had one in your life. But you could definitely feel the dehydration setting in after all of the drinking you had been doing … Actually come to think about it you only had two drinks. You just ended up sweating a lot…
“DAMN IT!” You exclaimed, chucking the glass across the room.
“Okay, I am not cleaning that up,” Sam stated as he walked into the kitchen.
You didn’t even respond. You just stayed silent, only acknowledging him with a quick nod.
You could tell that he was pretty hungover. His eyes were half open, and he had a hand to his head indicating a nasty headache. The sound of glass shattering against a nearby wall probably didn’t help either.
“You okay, Y/N?” He asked, half-assed.
“Fine,” You replied, through gritted teeth.
“Why would anything be wrong?”
He narrowed his eyes at you, realizing that you had used up the rest of the juice by as a makeshift baseball. So, he settled for a water bottle to take back to his room. You knew that you would not be seeing him anytime soon until tomorrow.
“Steve,” Sam sighed at Steve walking in while Sam was on his way back to his room.
“Maybe you can fix her. She’s malfunctioning. Maybe put her in some rice, or something.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed. You wanted to laugh, but you were in too bad of a mood for that.
“Hey, Y/N. Everything alright?”
“Hey!” You replied, trying to sound chipper. You immediately realized that you definitely seemed like you were overcompensating.
He rested his arms on the counter across from you giving you the ‘don’t give me that bullshit’ look.
Steve really did know you that way. He was like an older brother to you. But as much as your appreciated that type of closeness to someone, you really hated the fact that you couldn’t lie to this guy.
“Listen, it’s not big deal.”
“Y/N,” he replied.
“Don’t act like most of us didn’t know you pulled a disappearing act on us. We literally sent you and Bucky to go get something together and neither of you came back. And now you really don’t seem like yourself. Did something happen that we don’t know about?”
You continued to stare at him, feeling your eye begin to twitch.
Do you tell him? Do you lie?
What to do, what to do, dear God…
“Hey, Steve did you find th—”
There it was. That familiar voice that you dreaded to hear, walked into the open space that you and Steve shared.
“Why now?” you thought.
He paused when he saw you. Probably thinking the exact same thing that you were.
And then…You started to feel something much worse than anything you could have imagined to feel on this morning. Something so much worse than regret, or disdain for who was standing in front of you. In fact, you would have settled for the worst hangover that ever existed in all of history instead of this.
…You felt your pathetic little heart flutter.
“Oh hell no,” you shuddered, shooting up as though the chair had turned into an electric chair.
You then realized that you had actually blurted those words out, out loud. Had it not been for Steve’s eye raise, you might not have even noticed.
“Okay,” Steve said in a firm tone. The type of tone that parents used to scold their children when they weren’t acting right. Granted, you weren’t his children. And you definitely weren’t like fighting siblings. Especially after what had happened last night.
“You two need to work out whatever the hell is going on. This animosity that you have against each other is going too far.”
If only he knew.
You and Bucky continued to stare each other down.
Steve of course couldn’t bear the silence.
“You two got into one of your stupid fights again last night didn’t you? That’s why you both disappeared, right?”
Neither of you broke away from the staring match.
“You know what?” He continued.
He suddenly walked over towards you, grabbed you by the upper arm, and pulled towards Bucky.
He then grabbed Bucky by the collar of his t-shirt and continued to drag you to the home theatre.
Like children.
He then practically threw you in there, turned on the light and said,
“Neither of you are getting out of here until you work it out. Everyone here is sick of your shit, and you two seem nowhere near resolving it on your own.”
You were so angry, you felt your body begin to grow numb.
This was not happening today of all days.
“I’ll open the door and let you out once I figure you’ve had enough time to find common ground.”
You turned to Bucky, who’s jawline was tightening more and more by the second. If Winter Soldier stares could kill, Steve would be a dead man right now.
Steve shut the door, and you could hear a locking sound from the outside.
“He…There’s a lock on the outside too?” You exclaimed.
“Y/N,”
“Aren’t you a fucking super soldier? Just kick the door down!”
“We both know there’s no use of that. He’ll find a way to trap us both again into the same situation,” he stated.
Why did he have to make sense?
You rolled your eyes.
“Hey listen,” he groaned.
“I’m not much happier about this situation than you are.”
“Really?” you sighed.
“Is that what you thought last night?”
“Interesting words for someone who kissed me first?”
You gasped.
You had actually forgotten about that part. In fact…until that moment you had totally blocked out the part of the story that happened before you ended up in bed together. Now you were at a loss for words.
“I…But you…”
“Oh you’re as much to blame as I am, sweetheart.”
You furiously made your way over to him and cornered him.
“Don’t you dare call me sweetheart again.”
Plot: You and Bucky hate each other. Almost any time you’re together, you end up fighting. It often turns into explosive fights, and the team is sick of it. But neither of you care. So you nor Bucky do anything to rectify the problem. Especially Bucky. He uses a nickname for you that he knows makes you angrier than anything. And then…Something interesting happens.
Note: Obviously go to part 1 first. This is an immediate follow up to the end of that chapter. Link will also be on the bottom.
Part 1
…
10 hours earlier
You and Bucky were both sent to go get the multiple bags of extra ice that were currently being delivered.
Wanda had decided that she wanted to throw a big-ass party on the compound. And after a couple of hours, everyone was out of ice. How the hell was one supposed to chill champagne, and wine without copious amounts of ice? It would be a tragedy.
But of course, you were the one that was sent to go help Bucky. Mostly because you were the least drunk person around. Steve normally would have gone, but he had yet to show up.
“Are you sure that they said that they came at this entrance?” asked Bucky in his oh too familiar annoyed tone.
“Well that’s where it says they are. Right here.”
“Let me see that,” he groaned while snatching your phone out of your hand and took a good look at your screen.
“Typical,” he sighed while shaking his head.
You had the sense that he wasn’t feeling frustrated by the delivery people having not been there when they already said they were.
“What?”
“Nothing,” he groaned, shaking his head.
Other than the fact that you really would mix up which entrance to go to. This is the East entrance. Not the South entrance.”
You felt an intense surge of anger radiate throughout your entire body. He really had to be mean about it too, didn’t he?
“Why the fuck do you hate me so much?” you asked interrogatively.
“I’m always doing something wrong, and when I’m doing something right, you always find a way to point out every single flaw. Especially when it comes to going out on assignments. So what is it, Buck? It can’t be because I’m a girl because you seem to be fine with everyone else male or female except for me.”
“Y/N,” he responded. you’re the cockiest person I’ve ever met. And that includes against Steve.”
You frowned, and narrowed your eyes.
“You never listen. You always want to do what you want to do. And you always think that you’re right! So when you do just so happen to succeed, you expect everyone to give you a pat on the head like you’re a puppy that just learned how to roll over.”
“I’m cocky?” you retaliated.
“You put yourself in way worse situations than I do, and you never listen either when other tell you not to do it! So what makes you much different?”
“Don’t act like it’s the same thing when it’s me other than when you, Sam, or Nat.”
“Why?” You exclaimed.
“Because you’re the immortal super soldier?”
“You know what, sweetheart?” he replied, stepping incredibly close to you to seem more menacing.
You stared angrily into his sharp blue eyes. Your breaths began to grow more erratic as he towered over you, and neither of you gave up on the staring contest.
“That’s exactly why.”
After a good 10 second stare-down, you impulsively pulled his face closer to yours, and kissed him.
You had no idea what came over you. Maybe it was a mix of him being too close to you for comfort, the sharp stare that you were so familiar with, and the fact that you just wanted him to shut up already.
Either way, he was not pulling away.
In fact, he pulled you closer. Kissed you deeper. Brought his left hand to move up and down your waist with his right on the side of your face as things grew hotter and hotter.
His body heat radiated onto you, and you felt your heart beat faster and faster. You didn’t even have time, or the sense to think about what was going on, or why it was happening. Was it the frustration manifesting into some sort of odd result? Misplaced lust? Something else?
Those thoughts, (or lack thereof) didn’t stop anything from escalating as hard or fast as it did. He pushed you back a few feet and pressed you against the wall, not faltering on what he was doing before.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled yourself up so that he was holding you, and your legs were wrapped around him. And now he moved his mouth from your mouth over to your neck.
Within seconds of him biting along your neck (which you knew was definitely going to leave a mark), you uncontrollably let out a soft moan. When you did, you felt him smile deviously against your neck as one of his hands moved lower and lower down the front of your torso. By the time he slid his hand down your pants he was facing you, smugly staring, and studying how your expression changed as he pressed his fingers onto your underwear covered core. He liked seeing you at his mercy. There was no denying now that you were completely under his spell.
You freed yourself from his grip and grabbed his right wrist.
When you looked back, you saw that he looked confused for a moment. But when he saw which direction you were going in, he knew exactly where you were taking him. His room.
His room was barely 100 feet away from where you were moments ago. So, you were inside in less than a minute.
When he closed the door behind him, you pulled your shirt off in one swift movement and threw it across the room.
He stepped closer to you, and kissed you ravenously once again and unclasped your bra.
No fair.
You pulled away again and began to pull his shirt up.
Message noted.
When he (figuratively) ripped it off, he swept you up, threw you on the bed like a ragdoll and positioned himself, planking over your jello-like body.
He softly brushed his lips down your jawline, your neck, your exposed chest, and down your torso and stopped when he reached your hipbones. He knew he was being a tease, and he could tell by the way your body started to lightly tremble that it was working. When he pulled your leather pants along with your underwear off, your body was practically screaming for more. You wanted him to have you. For the time being, you wanted to be his.
And he did…And you were.
He had you reeling in ways that you had never felt before. He pushed you over the edge over, and over, and over again. In fact, he had you screaming at some point. Nobody had ever been able to do that before.
Be the end of it, you felt as though you couldn’t speak. Or even move. So, you allowed your eyes to close, and you faded off into a deep, deep sleep.
…
That name triggered you the same way that it had last night.
“Sweetheart.”
He wasn’t saying it in some loving way that a boyfriend or husband would say it. It was sarcastic, and condescending. And yet…A spark went off in your brain when he said it. It made you feel something strange. Sure, you felt that usual anger…But you felt that weird feeling before anger.
Did you feel anger because of that weird, unexplained feeling? Was it just a feeling that was a two second precursor to anger? Was it some weird form of lust that stemmed from being mentally flogged by that nickname?
Either way…It lead you to make the exact same mistake as last night.
You angrily stormed over to him and kissed him. You kissed him harder, deeper, and more unreservedly than the first time you kissed last night. And he reciprocated without hesitation.
It was suddenly clear that what had happened last night was about to happen right here, right now on this floor.
You pushed him down to the ground and settled yourself to sit on him where you could feel that he was just as lustful for you as you were for him in the moment. You used that to your advantage, grinding yourself against him, quickly resulted in light gasps and moans from the both of you.
And because of that previous familiarity, and memory of how intense things were, you wanted him to have you once again. Right on that floor. Right away.
And he did.
…
One year later.
“Wanda, you really do find any occasion to throw a party whenever you can, don’t you?”
“Oh come on, Y/N. What was I not going to throw a party for this?”
You rolled your eyes and scooted closer to her on the couch to have a better look at what she was pulling up on her iPad. Of course, she had the party planner app open, and then started searching to her regular websites to order everything she needed to make things as perfect as she wanted them.
“Oh, and look at this cake designer that I’m ordering from. He specializes on these types of things,” she stated.
“Aren’t they cool, or what?”
“Wanda, we do not need something this fancy for right now.”
“Of course you do!” she exclaimed.
“You only get engaged…well…Hopefully once. I’m pretty sure this is the one and only time you’ll be engaged.”
You chuckled, looking down at the silver diamond ring that Bucky had given you not 48 hours ago. It had two little diamonds on each side of a larger red ruby in the middle. It was the most beautiful ring that you had ever seen in your life. You really couldn’t believe that this was happening to you. You were engaged. On top of that you were engaged to someone you couldn’t stand the sight of like a year and a half ago.
When you finally got your clothes back on after that one impromptu moment of passion in the home theatre a year ago, you both sat down on the floor against the wall next to each-other and called a truce.
Steve walked in at that moment saw you with your head on his shoulder.
And he looked disturbed. You were confused. You both were confused. You thought that he wanted you guys to bury the hatchet.
“I could have gone my entire life without seeing that,” he said, shaken up.
That’s when you realized.
“You didn’t—”
“Oh, I saw,” He stated, pointing at his phone followed by pointing at the fucking CCTV camera in the corner.
First of all…you had no idea that that was there in the first place. Second of all, you had no idea that he’d be spying on you while having you locked in. And oh gosh, you knew the security system in the whole building had sound.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Steve,” said Bucky.
And the rest was history.
Gone were the days where the sound of the word ‘sweetheart’ made you go into a blind rage. Now, you couldn’t wait until the next time he called you that again.
Part 3 of The Darkness Within Series (Spanish Version)
Summary: Bucky is on a self-imposed mission to kill the leader of a small country who wronged him and isn’t expecting there to be any witnesses. But then he is spotted by a young woman who doesn’t react how he expects
Word Count: 1359
Warnings: Mentioned abuse, rape, torture. Angst (as if the other warnings didn’t spell that out enough)
“We’ve got some intel that looks like it requires some quick action,” Steve was saying. Bucky leaned back in his chair, appearing disinterested, but he was listening as closely as anyone else. “But I haven’t been able to figure out what exactly is going on. It appears that Cherut is planning an attack on itself?”
Cherut. The country where Bucky had killed The General a few weeks ago. The country where the darkly innocent girl lived. The country that Bucky had been keeping a close eye on ever since he left. Discreetly, Bucky pulled out his tablet and began tapping away.
Steve was still speaking. “The transmission we intercepted mentioned tying up a loose end. Something about the General’s death. Whatever they’re planning, it’s going to happen within the next few days. Now we all need to put our heads together and figure this out because we need Cherut to calm down from the chaos it’s been in since the General died. So we need to figure out where this attack is happening. If we can figure out why too that would be—”
“La Rubau,” Bucky interrupted, looking up from his tablet. “The club in the center of the capital. Tonight. Let’s get going.”
Without waiting for a response, Bucky pushed his chair back and was striding out of the room.
“Bucky, wait!” Steve called out, but Bucky didn’t slow. After a second, Steve had no choice but to follow him, the rest of the team not too long after him. “Buck!”
“Steve, just trust me on this one.”
It wasn’t until the team was up in the air with the plane pointed towards the small European country that Steve managed to get Bucky to sit down next to a window and question him further. “Alright Bucky, what’s going on?”
“There was a girl,” Bucky said softly so no one else on the team could overhear. They still didn’t know about his little trip to kill the General. “She saw me.”
“Bucky,” Steve’s voice held a warning note.
“I didn’t kill her,” Bucky reassured quickly. “She wanted me to kill him. Wanted me to make him suffer. So I did. The General used her, man. Beat her, raped her, threatened her, and whatever the hell else he wanted. No one knew about it but her, him, me, and apparently a few higher-ranking members in his entourage. She hasn’t said anything and she won’t, but they don’t know that. They don’t want her to be able to bring up any accusations against the General. So, they’re going to stage this attack and she’ll get killed in the crossfire.”
Bucky raised his eyes from where they’d been trained on his fists and met Steve’s eyes. “I can’t let her die, Steve.”
There was silence between the two friends while Steve let Bucky’s dark vow sink in. Bucky had never felt this protective over anyone in his life. Even back in the day when Steve was a little twig picking fights, Bucky never felt this fire burning deep inside of him.
“How do you know where she’ll be tonight?”
“I’ve been keeping tabs on her, her sister, and her sister’s friends.” There was no shame underneath Bucky’s admission.
Y/N didn’t use social media much, so he had to rely on updates about her life by hacking into cameras around the city or checking up on her sister’s social media pages. One of her sister’s friends posted about a girls’ night at La Rubau and tagged Y/N in it earlier that day. It would be the first time Y/N had spent a night out since Bucky first saw her. It was the first chance anyone would get a chance to kill her and make it look accidental. Like the entire thing wasn’t planned for her death.
After his confession, Bucky clammed up, refusing to say anything more. Steve and the other members of the team kept researching the intercepted messages and everything they found pointed straight to La Rubau, that night.
Bucky had never wanted to be so wrong in his entire life.
As soon as the plane touched down, Bucky was on the move. He had hoped to get to Cherut with enough time to catch Y/N before she left her apartment, but thanks to turbulence, they arrived just as the girls would be arriving at the club.
He moved through the town, uncaring if the rest of the team was following. In record time, he was sneaking through the backdoor of the club, Steve right behind him. Bucky stuck to the shadows, searching faces and bodies for Y/N.
There. In the corner booth with her sister, Jen, and three of Jen’s friends sat Y/N. All while keeping an eye open for trouble and figuring out a plan to get Y/N alone and warn her away from this club, Bucky listened in on their conversation.
“I’m telling you Y/N, you’d really like John. He’s a great guy, super nice…” Esmerelda was saying.
“I’m sure he is,” Y/N said placatingly. Under her breath, too soft for the rest of the girls to hear, she continued. “That’s the problem.”
Jen leaned forward. “What was that?”
“Nothing. I just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Y/N stood up, breathing a discreet sigh of relief as she walked further away from Jen and her friends. Like a snake, Bucky moved through the crowd until he was in the back hallway where the bathrooms were. As he waited, he listened to the chatter from his team in his earpiece. They hadn’t found anything yet, but they were on high alert.
Her soft gasp brought Bucky back to the present situation. Once again, it wasn’t a gasp of fear, but one of surprise. She hadn’t expected him to be there.
“Wh—what are you doing here?” After shooting a quick glance over her shoulder back into the main room of the club, she took careful steps forward until she joined Bucky in the shadows. Not scared at all, he thought briefly.
But there was no time to waste. “You need to get your sister and friends out of here, Y/N.”
Her eyes jumped over his face for a moment before she nodded. “Okay.”
Just as she turned to go, chatter erupted over his earpiece and Bucky barely had time to react, pulling Y/N through the backdoor before an explosion erupted from inside. Later, he would learn of the three other explosions that happened throughout the city to mask the true intentions even further. Later, he would learn that his team was injured, but all survived.
Later, he would think everything through.
But now? Now, he had Y/N cowering in his arms momentarily. Now, he had a ringing in his ears that was slowly going away. Now, he was pulling Y/N back, arm around her waist as she struggled to go back in, yelling her sister’s name. Now, he was manhandling her away from the ruined club and down a darkened alley. Now, his earpiece was silent, destroyed by the explosion.
“Y/N, Y/N!” Bucky shouted, getting right in her face. Her eyes were wild and she was still tugging back towards the club, but her fight was slowly seeping out of her body. “Y/N, you can’t go back there. That bomb was meant for you.”
That made her eyes snap up to his and her body freeze.
Satisfied that he had her attention, Bucky kept talking, trying to formulate a plan at the same time. “You’re still a loose end to them. If you go back, they’re going to know you’re alive. I need you to go to the warehouse on the edge of town, the one with the lion painted on the side, keep to the shadows. I’ll check for your sister and meet you there in half an hour, okay?”
“Jen…” Her voice was absolutely wrecked.
“I got her. Go, Y/N.”
He gave her a slight push and was relieved when she only gave one more glance back at the smoky ruins of the club before running off. Even to his eyes, she nearly disappeared into the shadows.
Parte 5 de La Oscuridad Interior (English Version)
Sumario: Bucky se ha autoimpuesto la misión de matar al líder de un pequeño país que le perjudicó y no espera que haya ningún testigo. Pero es descubierto por una joven que no reacciona como él espera
Recuento de palabras: 962
Advertencias: Ninguna para este capítulo. Disfrutad de la tregua de la angustia, y del ligero humor de este capitulo, porque chico, estás metido de lleno en el tren de la angustia.
“Bucky, no.”
Lo estaba esperando. Steve estaba firmemente en contra de no dejar a T/N ir con ellos. Pero Bucky estaba firmemente decidido a que fuera en el jet con ellos. Solo tenía que tirar de las cuerdas adecuadas.
“Steve, su hermana acaba de morir—”
“¿Desde cuándo te preocupan las vidas de los civiles que nos cruzamos en las misiones, Buck? ella no es la única que ha perdido a un miembro de la familia esta noche. ¿Quieres reunirlos a todos y nos los traemos?” Steve dio medio paso hacia adelante y agarró a Bucky por el hombro. “Mira, tío. Tienes buenas intenciones. Es bueno ver que empiezas a actuar como si fueras… tú de nuevo. Pero ella es solo una chica que se ha visto envuelta en una situación muy desafortunada.”
La voz de T/N sobresaltó a los dos súper soldados. “Una chica cuya desafortunada situación le ha llevado a enterarse de varios secretos muy feos que el líder de su país mantenía ocultos.”
Bucky volvió la cabeza hacia ella. “Eso no lo habías mencionado antes.”
T/N se encogió de hombros como quitándole importancia. “No me pareció una buena idea ir anunciando que fisgoneaba por la habitación del general cuando se tenía que ir por alguna emergencia. No era nada bueno manteniendo sus archivos bajo llave.” Movió el peso del cuerpo de un pie a otro y se cruzó de brazos. “Mira, sé por dónde vas, Capitán. Pero no soy totalmente inútil, sabes.”
Bucky contempló como Steve achinaba los ojos al mirarla, pensando. Antes de que tomara una decisión, se escuchó el sonido de dos motocicletas más aproximándose y Clint y Sam las condujeron hacia la parte del garaje donde estaba el jet. Aparecieron un momento después, tras el repentino silencio que se produjo cuando apagaron los motores.
“Eh, ¿quién es esta?” preguntó Sam, mirando a T/N.
Ambos, Bucky y T/N dejaron que Steve respondiera. Respiró profundamente e inclinó la cabeza. “T/N. Nos la llevamos para interrogarla.”
Al escucharlo, ambos, Clint y Sam levantaron las cejas, pero ninguno cuestionó a su Capitán. Bucky se sintió aliviado ante la decisión de Steve, pero no lo mostró. Y notó que T/N mantenía una expresión neutral también.
Minutos más tarde, los cinco estaban en el avión y el aire. No llevaban mucho tiempo volando cuando Steve llamó a Bucky. Sin ningunas ganas, Bucky dejó el asiento de enfrente del de T/N y caminó hacia la parte de atrás donde estaba sentado Steve.
“Bucky, ¿de qué va todo esto con T/N? ¿La verdad?”
Si él supiera como contestar a eso. Steve ciertamente no aprobaría la promesa de Bucky de enseñarle a T/N técnicas de tortura para vengarse de las personas que habían preparado el ataque al club. Eso tendría que permanecer en secreto. Pero ¿por qué se había ofrecido a enseñarle eso a T/N en primer lugar?
“Aún estoy intentando averiguarlo, Steve.”
Steve se echó hacia atrás en el asiento y miró a Bucky pensativo. La conversación se hubiera alargado si ambos soldados no hubieran visto a Sam aproximándose hacia donde estaba T/N y sentándose en frente de ella. Bucky giró su oído mejorado para escuchar la conversación y asumió que Steve estaba haciendo lo mismo.
“T/N, ¿Verdad?”
“Sí, ¿Y tú eres…?” Sam pareció un poco sorprendido de que no lo supiera y T/N simplemente se rio. “No me van demasiado los políticos, y definitivamente no me van los políticos americanos. Sé que ese de ahí es el Capitán América, porque tendría que haber estado viviendo en una cueva para no saberlo. Y he adivinado quién es Bucky. Pero ¿tú y el tipo con el arco y las flechas? No tengo ni idea.”
“Sam. Sam Wilson. Y ese es Clint. Puede que le conozcas como Ojo de Halcón.”
Bucky bufó al ver a Sam hinchar el pecho un segundo. Probablemente ni si quiera se había dado cuenta de que lo estaba haciendo. Dale a Sam un poco de poder y un poco de fama y de repente ya lo tiene todo hecho. No es que Bucky le hubiera conocido de antes. A lo mejor solo estaba siendo prejuicioso.
“Ojo de Halcón y Halcón. Los chicos pájaro.”
Clint soltó una carcajada y levantó la vista de su teléfono. “Los Chicos Pájaro. Eh, Sam. ¿Quieres formar un grupo de música conmigo? Podemos hacer una batalla con los Asombrosos Arácnidos.”
“¿De verdad creéis que les ganaríais a Parker y a Romanoff?” intervino Steve. “Esos dos tendrían a la multitud totalmente encandilada mientras vosotros dos vejestorios apenas habríais averiguado como hacer que funcionaran los micrófonos.”
“Vejestorios. Eso sí que es bueno viniendo de ti, Cap.” Clint se reclinó, sonriendo. “Y pasando a algo que no tiene nada que ver con esto, ¿Qué clase de tarta quieres para tu cumpleaños numero cien?”
“La misma que Bucky tuvo el año pasado,” Steve bromeó, dándole un golpecito al pie de Bucky. “Ciento un año, tío. ¿Has podido echarle un vistazo a los panfletos de las residencias de ancianos que te di?”
“Cualquiera menos en la que está Clint ahora,” replicó de buen humor. “Mantenme lejos de él y de sus chistes malos.”
Las bromas y burlas continuaron y finalmente Bucky desconectó. Estaba bien sentirse incluido, claro. Especialmente después de tanto tiempo sabiendo que no encajaría nunca. Pero aún le agotaban, esos encuentros sociales. Buscó a Y/N con la mirada y descubrió que había vuelto a mirar por la ventana con una expresión indescifrable en el rostro.
Debía haber desarrollado esa coraza como mecanismo de defensa durante el tiempo que pasó con el General. Acababa de perder a la única persona en el mundo que le importaba, y la única señal de dolor era la leve mirada vidriosa en sus ojos.
Parte 3 de La Oscuridad Interior (English Version)
Sumario: Bucky se ha autoimpuesto la misión de matar al líder de un pequeño país que le perjudicó y no espera que haya ningún testigo. Pero es descubierto por una joven que no reacciona como él espera
Recuento de palabras: 1.399
Advertencias: Menciones de abuso, violación, tortura. Angst (como si las anteriores menciones no lo dejaran suficientemente claro)
“Tenemos información que parece que requiere una acción rápida,” Steve estaba diciendo. Bucky se echó hacia atrás en la silla, parecía desinteresado, pero estaba escuchando tan atentamente como los demás. “Pero no he sido capaz de averiguar qué es lo que está pasando exactamente. ¿Parece que Cherut está planeando atacarse a si mismo?”
Cherut. El país en el que Bucky había matado al General hacía unas semanas. El país donde la oscura e inocente chica vivía. El país al que Bucky había mantenido vigilado desde que se fue. Discretamente, Bucky sacó su Tablet y comenzó a escribir algo.
Steve continuaba hablando. “La transmisión que hemos interceptado mencionaba que había que atar algún cabo suelto. Algo sobre la muerte del General. Sea lo que sea lo que están planeando, va a suceder en los próximos días. Ahora todo lo que tenemos que hacer es juntar nuestras mentes y tratar de averiguarlo porque necesitamos a Cherut en calma después del caos en el que ha estado sumergido desde que el General murió. Así que tenemos que averiguar dónde va a ocurrir el ataque. Y si podemos averiguar la razón también sería—”
“La Rubau,” le interrumpió Bucky, levantando la vista de la tablet. “El club que está en el centro de la capital. Esta noche. Pongámonos en marcha.”
Sin esperar respuesta, Bucky empujó la silla hacia atrás y salió a zancadas de la habitación.
“¡Bucky, espera!” gritó Steve, pero Bucky no aminoró el paso. Tras un segundo, a Steve no le quedó más remedio que seguirle, y el resto del equipo hizo lo mismo no mucho después. “¡Buck!”
“Steve, confía en mí.”
No fue hasta que el equipo estuvo en el aire con el avión apuntando al pequeño país europeo, cuando Steve pudo sentar a Bucky en el asiento de ventana y hacerle algunas preguntas más. “Vale, Bucky, ¿Qué está pasando?”
“Había una chica,” dijo Bucky en voz baja para que nadie más del equipo pudiera escucharle. No sabían nada de su pequeño viaje para matar al General. “Me vio.”
“Bucky,” la voz de Steve contenía una nota de advertencia.
“No la maté,” le aseguró rápidamente. “Ella quería matarle a él. Quería que le hiciera sufrir. Así que lo hice. El general la estaba usando, tío. La golpeaba, la violaba, la amenazaba, y le hacía lo que quisiera. Nadie lo sabía, aparte de ella, él, yo, y al parecer algunos miembros de más alto rango de su séquito. Ella no ha dicho nada, y no lo hará, pero ellos no lo saben. No quieren que pueda presentar alguna acusación contra el General. Así que, van a organizar el ataque y ella va a acabar muerta en el fuego cruzado.”
Bucky alzó la vista de sus propios puños que había estado mirando fijamente y se encontró con los ojos de Steve. “No puedo dejarla morir, Steve.”
Hubo un silencio entre los dos amigos mientras Steve dejaba que la promesa de Bucky calara hondo. Bucky nunca se había sentido así de protector con nadie en toda su vida. Incluso en los viejos tiempos, cuando Steve era un alfeñique buscando pelea, Bucky nunca había sentido ese fuego quemándole por dentro.
“¿Cómo sabes dónde va a estar esta noche?”
“La he estado vigilando a ella, a su hermana, y a las amigas de su hermana.” No había vergüenza alguna en la admisión de Bucky.
T/N no usaba las redes sociales mucho, así que tenía que encontrar datos de su vida pirateando las cámaras de la ciudad o buscando en las páginas de las redes sociales de su hermana. Una de las amigas de su hermana publicó algo sobre una noche de chicas en La Rubau y etiquetó a T/N en ella ese mismo día. Sería la primera vez que T/N pasara la noche fuera desde que Bucky la vio. Era la primera vez que alguien tendía la oportunidad de matarla y hacer que pareciera un accidente. Como si todo aquel asunto no estuviera planeado para matarla.
Después de esta confesión, Bucky se cerró en banda negándose a contar nada más. Steve y los demás miembros del equipo siguieron investigando los mensajes interceptados y todo lo que encontraban apuntaba directamente a el club La Rubau, esa noche.
Bucky nunca en su vida había deseado tanto estar equivocado.
En cuando el avión tocó tierra, Bucky ya se estaba moviendo. Había esperado llegar a Cherut con tiempo suficiente para encontrar a T/N antes de que saliera de su apartamento, pero gracias a unas turbulencias, llegaron cuando las chicas estaban ya llegando al club.
Se movía por la ciudad sin prestar atención al resto del equipo que le estaba siguiendo. En tiempo record, se coló por la puerta de atrás del club, con Steve justo detrás de él. Bucky se mantuvo en las sombras, estudiando los rostros y los cuerpos buscando a T/N.
Allí. En la esquina con su hermana Jen, y tres de las amigas de su hermana, estaba sentada T/N. Mientas mantenía los ojos abiertos en busca de problemas y trazaba un plan para encontrarse con T/N a solas y advertirle de que tenía que salir del club, Bucky escuchaba su conversación.
“Te lo estoy diciendo, T/N, John te gustaría. Es un gran chico, súper majo…” estaba diciendo Esmeralda.
“Seguro que lo es,” decía T/N apaciguadoramente. Casi sin aliento, demasiado bajo para que el resto de las chicas lo escucharan, continuó. “Ese es el problema.”
Jen se inclinó hacia delante. “¿Qué has dicho?”
“Nada. Tengo que ir al baño. Ahora vuelvo.”
T/N se levantó, dejando escapar un discreto suspiro de alivio mientras se alejaba de Jen y sus amigas. Como una serpiente, Bucky se movió entre la multitud hasta que estuvo en el pasillo de atrás donde se encontraban los baños. Mientras esperaba, escuchaba el parloteo de su equipo por el auricular. Aún no habían encontrado nada, pero estaban en alerta máxima.
Su jadeó trajo a Bucky de vuelta al presente. Una vez más, no era un jadeo de miedo, sino de sorpresa. No esperaba verle allí.
“¿Qué—qué estás haciendo aquí?” tras echar un rápido vistazo sobre su hombro para ver la zona principal del club, dio un paso hacia delante hasta reunirse con Bucky en las sombras. No está asustada en absoluto, pensó él brevemente.
Pero no había tiempo que perder. “Tienes que sacar a tu hermana y a sus amigas de aquí, T/N.”
Sus ojos se movieron hacia su rostro durante un segundo antes de asentir. “Vale.”
Según se giraba, las voces se alzaron por el auricular y Bucky apenas tuvo tiempo de reaccionar, sacándola por la puerta de atrás antes de que una explosión estallara desde dentro. Mas tarde, se enteraría de las tres otras explosiones que se habían producido en la ciudad para enmascarar un poco más las verdaderas intenciones de esta explosión. Más tarde, se enteraría de que su equipo había resultado herido, pero sobrevivirían todos.
Más tarde, ya lo pensaría todo.
Pero ¿ahora? Ahora tenía a T/N acurrucada entre sus brazos por un momento. Ahora tenía un zumbido en los oídos que estaba desvaneciéndose lentamente. Ahora estaba reteniendo a T/N entre sus brazos, un brazo rodeando su cintura mientras ella luchaba por volver dentro, gritando el nombre de su hermana. Ahora estaba llevándosela a la fuerza de las ruinas del club hacia un callejón oscuro. Ahora su auricular estaba en silencio, destruido por la explosión.
“¡T/N, T/N!” gritó Bucky, directamente a su cara. Los ojos de ella eran salvajes, y aún estaba tratando de volver al club, pero la lucha iba lentamente abandonando su cuerpo. “T/N, no puedes volver ahí dentro. Era bomba era para ti.”
Eso hizo que sus ojos se clavaran en los suyos y su cuerpo se paralizara.
Satisfecho por haber captado su atención, Bucky siguió hablando, tratando de formular un plan a la vez. “Para ellos, aún eres un cabo suelto. Si entras, van a saber que aun estás viva. Necesito que vayas a un almacén a las afueras de la ciudad, uno que tiene un león pintado en un lado, mantente en las sombras. Yo voy a buscar a tu hermana y nos encontramos allí en media hora, ¿vale?”
“Jen…” su voz sonaba absolutamente devastada.
“Yo me ocupo de ella. Vete, T/N.”
Le dio un ligero empujón y se sintió aliviado cuando ella simplemente echó un vistazo hacia atrás, a las ruinas del club antes de salir corriendo. Incluso para sus ojos, casi desapareció en las sombras.
