DON'T YOU KNOW THAT YOU'RE BETTER OFF DEAD?
BUCKY BARNES X OC
Part/chapter 3
TW:There will be mentions of outaded mental illness terms, mental illness, weapons and violence, and kissing. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE SEX!!! Also probably Mischaracterization.
Disclaimer: I am a first time writer so please be patient with me, I plan on doing this in parts or chapters. Also I have nothing to do with Marvel or Disney so don't sue me.
A few months in now, maybe three or four? She was standing over the stove, cooking. Smiling as she stired whatever was in her pan/pot. Bucky was sitting at the kitchen island smiling and talking to her, "so, highschool?" She laughed and raised an eyebrow, her back still facing him. "Whadya mean 'highschool'?" "Well I wanna know what it was like for you, what you were like." She nodded and sucked a cheek, "I actually barely went to highschool." He tilted his head, keeping his smile "did you go homeschool or drop out? I won't judge, where I'm from most boys dropped out at thirteen." She laughed and shook her head, "No I didn't drop out dummy, I....I took my classes in a hospital. A...behavioral hospital I guess you could call it." He got up to help her plate what she was cooking, "oh, gotcha...mind if I ask what for?" She shrugged "Something was wired wrong up in my head, but that whole deal was actually the main reason me and my parents didn't talk." He nodded as he walked to set the plates on the island, "so...what was it-" she cut him off. Really quickly. "Did I ever tell you I have a record player?" He raised an eyebrow, "no you didn't but thats nice." She nodded and took her apron off before wiping her hands off on a dish towel and setting it on the counter. She started walking with a quick pace down her hall, "I'll go get it!" He just nodded, thinking how weird it was. Not the record player, he liked record players. But everything else. She came back rolling this record player to the wall with a few records on its side. He walked over and checked them out, "oh you've got some good taste, Frank Sinatra, Bing Cosby, Ariana Grande." She laughed as he looked through them, "yeah I've had most of them for years, the Ariana Grande one I got from the grocery store." He chuckled, "Can I play one?" She smiled and stood straight, "knock yourself out." She plugged it into the wall while he pulled out a frank sinatra record. When he put it on she walked back to the island to eat her dinner.
(I had to cut this chapter in half or tumblr wouldnt have uploaded it)
