Bad Guy – Howlin’ For You – One Shot
Description: One of the kids gets into an accident and Y/n rethinks her parenting.
Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader + Grayson, Owen, & Amelia
Howlin’ For You - Masterlist
Read the series or you will not know what the fuck is happening.
Y/N was cleaning up a craft session at one of the schools she partners with through work.
That’s when she got the call.
Bucky’s face flashed onto the screen.
“Hey, handsome,” she greeted with a smile.
“Doll, could you sit down for me?” He replied.
His voice was tight, but very controlled and calm.
“What is it? What’s happened?”
“Y/N, please just…do as I said.”
She reluctantly did, her movements like that of a zombie.
“Are the kids alright? Is it Howlie business? Is it Becca?”
Bucky audible took in a deep breath. “Grayson and Owen were at the track after school…”
Oh, no.
Y/N knew exactly where this was going.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Bucky.” Y/N sighed as she closed her eyes and put her face in her palm.
“Grayson was being his typical daredevil self and took a tight turn too fast. Then he hit the gas at the wrong point. He flew off his bike and landed on his shoulder. He broke his collarbone and his left arm.”
He said it all as quickly and as precisely as possible, like he was giving a report. He knew he had to give her the news as if he was ripping off a bandaid.
“Are you at the hospital right now?” She breathed.
“Yeah, he’ll be alright. He’s just a bit shaken, obviously.”
“I’ll be there in 15 minutes,” Y/N answered and hung up before giving her husband the chance to say anything.
Y/N was practically running into the emergency room.
Then Bucky was calling her name.
She turned to find him quickly walking to her.
As soon as he was within arm’s reach, she was burying her face into his chest and wrapping her arms around him. He pulled her tightly to him.
“Owen and Amelia are sitting with him in a room right now,” he whispered into her hair.
Y/N nodded. Then Bucky held her hand and led her to the room.
Grayson gave an unsure and reassuring smile to his mother as soon as he saw her.
“You chaotic, little shit,” Y/N pointed at him.
Grayson sunk deeper into the bed, scared of his mother’s wrath.
Amelia and Owen immediately tried to hide their smirks.
“You ever pull a stunt like this again and your ass won’t see any sort of vehicle for the rest of your life.”
Amelia and Owen’s amusement completely disappeared.
Grayson grimaced. “I’m sorry, mom. I didn’t mean to scare you. Honest.”
“In fact, this whole family is taking a break from all bikes as of now,” Y/N added as she addressed the whole room.
The kids eyes all widened and then they looked to their dad.
Bucky rubbed his face, already expecting this reaction from Y/N.
“Don’t look at him as if he’s your savior!” Y/N added.
Bucky held up his hands in surrender, looking like a kicked puppy.
“Until further notice, no one is riding any bikes. Got it?” Y/N warned.
“Yes, mom.” All three kids replied in unison.
A few minutes later, the doctor came in to talk to Y/N and also explain Grayson’s recovery with her and Bucky. Then he was discharged and they were free to go home.
The car ride home with the whole family was dead quiet. The only thing saving them from the awkwardness was the quiet music playing from the radio.
When they got into the house, Y/N held Grayson back and wrapped him in a tight hug and then kissed his cheek.
“I’m sorry, mom.” He said quietly.
And everyone knew he meant it. Grayson was a mama’s boy through and through. He hated upsetting her.
“I know you are, baby.” She told him gently. “It’s been a long day. Why don’t you try to go to bed early, OK? You let us know if you need anything. Even if it’s the middle of the night. If you’re in pain, come get us.”
Grayson nodded and gave her another hug, being cautious of his injuries. “I love you, mom.”
“I love you, too.”
When Bucky and Y/N were alone in their master bedroom, Bucky felt like his wife was a ticking time bomb.
“OK. Why do I feel like I’m the one in trouble?” He finally pointed out as he sat on the foot of their bed and watched her move about the room as she changed into her pajamas.
“I don’t want to be this person, Bucky.”
He narrowed his eyes. “And what person is that?”
“The bad guy. The fun sucker. The Debbie Downer,” she snapped. “I know the other parents in town think I’m a bad mom for letting them run wild with those bikes. I know that! I try to let them be independent and do what they love. But as soon as I ask for a little break, they all look to you to bail them out.”
“Did I disagree with you back there?” Bucky challenged.
“Well, you’re not an idiot. But I know you. And your kids know you. And we all knew you thought I was being ridiculous with my demand.”
“Kids get hurt, doll. If it wasn’t this, it could’ve been anything that has nothing to do with their bikes.” He ran a hand down his beard. “Hell, Steve and I had our fair share of stupid injuries when we were kids.”
“Yeah, exactly! Because you and Becca and Steve fucking raised yourselves! Your mom was working a million jobs and being a single mom. You didn’t have any authority controlling you!”
She was pacing around the room now.
“Doll?” He asked softly.
His tone finally made her stop and look at him.
“Come here. Please?”
She glared at him, knowing her husband was about to use that Bucky Barnes charm.
But she did as he asked and walked up to him, stepping in between his knees.
As if she weighed nothing, Bucky pulled her into his lap so she was straddling him and her knees were resting on the bed.
“You were scared, doll. And you’re still scared.”
She nodded and buried her face in his neck.
Bucky rubbed her back and soothed her.
“It scared the shit out of me, too. Believe me, doll. When Clint called the shop and said he was taking Grayson to the hospital, I about had a heart attack.”
She pulled back to look at him. “How are you so good at hiding it then?”
“The military will do that to a guy. Plus all the shit I’ve seen with the Howlies. I’m just better at hiding it, Y/N.” He took in a deep breath. “The four of you are everything. If anything happened to you guys…” Bucky took another breath and pressed his forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I can’t even think about it.”
He shook his head. “But I’d be a hypocrite if I took away the thing those kids loved most. I was even more reckless than they were at that age, I’m the leader of a biker club, I own my own shop. I’m the reason it’s become their life.”
“I don’t want to take that away from them either. I just don’t want to get another call…one that’s worst than a broken collarbone and arm,” she told him with a shaky voice.
“I know, doll.” Bucky kissed the corner of her mouth. “We’ll all take a break. And tomorrow I’ll have a serious talk with them about safety and idiot behavior. OK?”
She nodded.
“But if you really want to put a stop to it, I’ll support the decision.”
Y/N gasped. “You would do that?”
Bucky smirked. “I thought you learned by now that I’d do just about anything for you, Y/N.”
Her brow furrowed. “But those motorcycles are your life…”
He scoffed and shook his head. “No, they aren’t. The four of you are my life.”
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Thanks to the anon for suggesting this in my asks! Let me know what you guys think!