Bucky's POV:
I'll happily take another shot for Sam. I'll die for him at this point. I'm not letting anything or anyone hurt him
Including me...
I... am a danger to society, to him. I don't know how he puts up with me considering my past as the Winter Soldier
I sigh
I need to silence the pain. I head over to the bathroom and lock the door then roll up my long red sleeve to find there's no wince pain on my arm I would always feel
Cap washed it for me? That's sweet I blush
I breath in and out before slicing the blade across my arm, creating fresh new blood, easing the guilt for now. I get rid of the bleeding drops and cautiously push my sleeve
In the nick of time, the front door opens, Sam coming home. Not wanting him to see me as a wreck, I gulp and make a run for my room. I shut my door and drop on my bed
A knock sounds minutes later
"Buck?" Wilson calls
"Fine, come in" I say
He walks in
"Hey, something wrong?"
"...No" I lie, tearing up, my voice cracks
"I'm here" My friend comforts
I can't hold it in anymore. Everything I've been feeling deep inside comes pouring out because the next thing I know, I sob uncontrollably loud in Sam's arms, clutching onto him. We stay that way for hours. Once I'm able to settle, I explain how much I'm missing Steve, which makes me cry more
"Shhh, I know" He understands
I should've done this way sooner
I hug Sam
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Trust || Winterfalcon
FantasiTrusting people is very difficult. Especially for Bucky Barnes, a mentally unstable insomniac, who since being freed from Hydra, finds it easier not to get close to people or let them get close to him. Doesn't help that Bucky is grieving Steve's dec...
