✔️The Summer Soldier ||Bucky Barnes||

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⚠️possible tw!!⚠️

Flashback: 1934

When Harley was around the age of ten, her mother had tragically passed away due to an illness, leaving Harley and her dad alone.

Since her mother's passing, her father has gotten out of control. He was either at work or at home drinking, which Harley never liked.

It wasn't until she was a teenager that she started going to stay at Steve it Bucky's house for the night, mostly Bucky's because Steve was in a similar situation.

Now that she was sixteen, the abuse from her dad has only gotten worse. She would constantly wear long sleeves and pants to cover as much as she could, along with leaving her hair down to block her face.

"I sat in that hospital room with your mother for day, hoping she would get better. Hoping that maybe, just maybe, there was hope. But what did I get out of that? The punishment of raising you on my own." Harley's father yelled at her.

Harley just stood there. "Then why do you bother with me. If you had one wish I bet it would be for me to just disappear right?" She yelled back, yearns streaming down her face. "You want me gone? Oh right, I'm only here because I'm the last piece of mom you've got left. You selfish bastard."

"What did you just say to me?!" He yelled.

Harley backed away, looking around for anything to grab and protect herself with while her father stepped closer. Slowly raising his hand, he slapped her across the face and began to beat her up.

"Is that a-all you've got?" Harley said, straightening herself out.

As another punch went into her stomach, she hunched over in pain. "Get out of my face now." Her dad said, opening another beer bottle and walking away.

Harley frowned and walked out of the house and into the night as it was pouring rain, holding her stomach since that last punch hurt.

As she walked through the streets of Brooklyn, she kept on getting more and more drenched. The cold air wasn't helping either.

"Harley Spade, the hottest babe. Come here." A boy said from behind, the voice being a familiar annoying one.

"Oh come on leave her alone Kevin." Another voice said, Harley recognizing it to be Bucky's. "Now fuck off of I might accidentally punch you."

Kevin scattered off, leaving Bucky and Harley to talk.

"Now what are you doing in the pouring rain at ten o'clock at night? That's not safe.. especially for a girl." Bucky said, walking beside Harley.

He noticed Harley was avoiding eye contact, of even showing him her face. Then he saw her holding her stomach.

"Harley. Did someone hurt you..?" He asked, standing in front of her so she couldn't go away. "You can talk to me, you know that."

"Bucky I'm scared. It's getting really bad at home." She finally said, breaking down into tears. "I feel pointless.. like a waste of space."

Bucky frowned, pulling her into a tight hug. "I told you to come to my house whenever this happens. Come on, we are both drenched and your shaking." He said, taking off his jacket and putting it over Harley's shoulders.

"How sweet." Harley joked, nudging Bucky's arm.

"Har, are you alright though? Why are you holding your stomach?" Bucky asked, noticing Harley was walking a little slower.

"I'm alright. Took a few hits, a big one to the stomach but nothing I can't handle." she said, noticing Bucky stopping again.

The boy smirked, lifting Harley up and carrying her. "You were walking too slow." He said, smiling at Harley.

She smiled back, putting her arms around his neck and her head onto his shoulder. "What were you doing out anyways? At a party or something?"

Bucky laughed as he set her back down, unlocking his front door. "More like searching for you. I had a feeling something was going to happen."

Harley nodded, following Bucky inside the house. "Oh hello there Harley." Bucky's mom greeted her, handing her a towel.

"Hi Mrs Barnes." Harley said with a small smile.

"Harley's going to stay over tonight, ok?" Bucky said to his mom, watching as she nodded.

"Not a problem." His mom said, watching as the two went off towards Bucky's room.

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"Here, you can borrow some dry clothes." Bucky said, tossing a pair of dry sweatpants and a shirt to Harley.

Harley smiled and caught the clothes, walking across the hall into the bathroom to change.

Taking her wet clothes off was like a relief, her shivering slowly going away as the fresh clothes went on.

"Buck I'm coming back in." She said, knocking on the door and slowly opening it. "Oh Jesus buck put on a shirt." She said, seeing Bucky standing there without a shirt on.

The boy laughed, "oh relax." He joked, pulling a shirt over his head and putting it on. "Now, do you wanna talk about it..?" Bucky asked, sitting down on his bed and pulling Harley down with him.

Harley frowned and put her head down into her knees. "Do you think he'd care if I just disappeared?" She mumbled, keeping her head down.

Bucky was able to hear what she said, the words making his heart sink. "Don't say that har. Who cares what he would think, all I know is that Steve and I would go crazy.. you know how steve is." He spoke softly, giving her a side hug.

As they sat there, Harley in Bucky's arms, Bucky noticed how Harley tried to hide her arms. He was hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was.

"Hey, what's on your arms?" He asked, trying to grab a hold of her arms as she pulled them away.

Harley nervously laughed. "Oh you know.. my skin." She said, crossing her arms so Bucky couldn't see what she was hiding.

"You did it again didn't you.." he asked, Harley slouching down as he said that which gave him his answer. "Har I thought you were done with that. Let me see."

Bucky spoke to her softly, knowing that yelling at her would only make her run out.

He watched as she revealed her arms, the cut marks she had given herself were big, along with bruises from her dad. But Bucky didn't say anything, he just looked at her with soft eyes.

"I-I know i shouldn't have done this.. but you have no idea how horrible my life has been the past few years buck. My dad reminds me every day that he doesn't want me. Every day!" Harley said, raising her voice a little bit.

Bucky still said nothing, he simply put his arm around her again and hugged her. "I know it's been rough, but everything will get better. Who knows, maybe something will happen that we could all just escape."

Harley nodded, melting into Bucky's arms. "I hope so. I don't care if I could get killed doing whatever it is, I just want to leave this hell hole of a town."