Random One-Shots

Marvel - Bucky Barnes x Me

No it's not an x reader. This is my fucking coping mechanism and the only way I can express my emotions rn. Fuck you if you think this is stupid. I won't be clarifying shit rn I have emotions.

Edit 5/12/2021: Shit, that's very aggresive. Uh.... Sorry? But I'm not though.

TW: Minor "character" death, saddness. This is a hurt/comfort fic. Let me know if I missed any!

I got the text.

The text that changed my whole night.

My friend's dog died.

You probably think it's stupid, so does most of the avenger compound, to be so wound up over a dog, let alone one that isn't my own. It's not fucking stupid.

I don't even have time to process this shit. Its 10, I got the text at 9, everyone says that I should distract myself so I can sleep, so I can get up tomorrow and do work, but I have fucking emotions! I need more than an hour to process this shit. God fucking damnit. I loved this dog too.

She was just a puppy. Not even a year old. I trek up to my room, planning on sleeping, Bucky is there.

Shit

He's gonna think it's stupid to be so upset over this small thing, but I already wasn't having a great day so I don't have energy.

He notices the tears in my eyes. He always does.

"What's wrong Babydoll?"

I shrug before immediately telling the truth "Angel... She passed around 8 tonight..."

Obviously I mentioned Angel before, so he knew what I was talking about. I hadn't gotten to see Angel much, but I loved every second of it and was looking forward to seeing her again.

"Oh sweetheart. I'm so sorry to hear that." He opens his arms to take me in.

I mutter a quick, "Not your fault."

"Of course it's not my fault, but I'm still so sorry, my dear."

I lean into him and cry, soft quiet tears, I've cried too much tonight. I don't want to be doing it more. Of course I give in however, pulling him close as my tears spill onto his shirt.

He leans into me, holding me tight as it starts to hit him as well. He saw Angel even less than I did, but he still cared about the tiny puppy. He began to cry into my hair. We stayed like this for a minute.

"I thought you were going to tell me I had to move on.. That's what everyone else did." I began to slowly speak.

"Darling, I would never do that. You are entitled to the time you need, I know you cared about her."

"Thank you."

Eventually we laid down, never moving, and we continued to cry. I miss Angel, and thank God Buck was here to help me understand I'm allowed to have feelings.

Fucking hell. I don't have Bucky and I'm fucking suffering because of it. I need to sleep, but I don't want to because I'll have to get up and school tomorrow.