Found: Bucky x reader

Chapter 8*

Bucky's POV

     Seeing the damaged I had caused was to much for me. I know I hurt people. But I never wanted to admit to myself that I was capable of hurting the one that I truly loved. The one person who was been there with me and stood by me.

"Bucky calm down." Steve said.

I angrily sat down on the couch not wanting to cause more problems then I already had. Steve sat down next to me while Sam leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Tell me exactly what happened. What did I do to her?" I said.

"It wasn't you Bucky... I didn't see all of it but she put up a pretty good fight. You got the upper hand and she tried to snap you out of it. By the time I got to you both she was thrown across the room." Steve said.

"Dammit." I cursed.

"She's pretty tough Buck." Steve said with reassurance.

I nervously ran my fingers through my hair. I was trying my best to stay calm but my mind got the best of me. The guilt was overwhelming.

I can't be out of control anymore.

I CAN'T hurt her again.

Whatever it takes....

     I put my head in my hands as tears begin the stream down my face. I felt a steady hand on my shoulder.

"Look, we all want to see you better. Right now fighting about what you did or didn't do is not going to do us any good." Steve said.

"Your right Steve thanks." I sniffled.

I quickly dried my tears and cleared my throat.

"You really love her don't you?" Steve said

"Yeah I do." I said truthfully.

"How bad are her injuries?" Steve asked with concern.

"Besides her arm, she has a giant bruise on her ribs." I muttered.

"Okay there isn't much we can do for that but I can give her some pain medicine for now do you want to give her some?" Steve said.

"I just need a minute... Can you give them to her please?" I asked.

"Of course Buck. Sam, why don't you tell Bucky what we have planned for tomorrow." Steve said.

"Okay" Sam said.

I sat down at the table with Sam, trying to get my mind off of what happened.

"She'll be alright man. She's a fighter." Sam said.

"Thanks." I said nervously.

Y/n POV

You didn't know how long it had been since he stormed out. Your thoughts were ripped away with the sound of a soft knock on the door. Maybe Bucky decided to come back.

"Come in." You said quietly.

Steve entered the room and sat down on the corner of the bed. He could feel the turmoil in the room. Steve could see your sad red eyes stare up at him. It had been obvious you were crying.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Does it look like it?" You chuckled.

"Can I take a look at your ribs?" Steve asked.

  You nodded and lifted up your shirt to reveal the red and yellow bruise on your side. Steve carefully took and look and lightly brushed his fingers against it. You face began to scrunch in discomfort.