James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

That girl

Buckys break up broke him.

Your best friend since he first got to the Tower, heartbroken. This girl, Judi is what she calls herself, broke his heart in so many different ways. A relationship that lasted 3 months was gone. Right after Bucky was finally okay. Right when he was healing to a point of no stop, when he finally had a break from nightmares, and when smiles came across his face that made him look like a little kid who just got his favorite toy back. Of course, you and your skills of seeing through people saw this coming. You didn't know when but you knew she was trouble from the minute you laid eyes on her. She was playing Bucky for his looks, she never laughed, she never wanted to have fun, and she never hangs out with any of the rest of the team. She just wanted to shop, use up all his money, become some horde with dresses and skirts. She had that look. That basic blonde, blue eyed, "I wear Pink and dresses and I should be treated like a Queen" look. Everytime you saw her you internally gaged, trying not to actually throw up infront of everyone.

But if you did, you'd aim right for Judi.

You were currently standing infront of his door. He's been isolating himself for weeks now, he never ate, he never trained, he stopped socializing, and it was always quiet in his room. His happiness has trickled down to nothing and it pisses you off more than anything. He's worked hard to get to where he was, to be that happy in his entire life. Or since the 40s. Steve has been worried as well, he's seen his friend broken but never this broken. He's never been this motionless. He's always found something to do, even in his Winter Soldier days he's always did something. But these past 4 weeks, nothing. You gathered up as much courage as you could, preparing to hold in tears as you lightly knocked on the door. No answer, like you expected. You did your special knock and opened the door closing it behind you.

You were met with pitch black, nothing but darkness and maybe one or two streams of light coming through. You searched the room for him, immediately finding his figure on the bed. Laying on his back, a leg draped over the side of the bed as well as an arm, he's changed since you last saw him. He didn't even acknowledge your presence or even know that you were there until you stood beside him. His eyes slowly meeting yours and then immediately looking back to his original spot. For those few seconds, you saw absolutely nothing. Nothing. He's gone. The Bucky you knew was gone. God knows how long he'd be gone or if he'd ever come back. What he needed right now was reassurance, love, and care. Something that Judi didn't know shit about. He was a soft person, he didn't like to be handled like a peice of tears in the wind. He liked to be treated like a human.

"Bucky?"

His eyes drifted over to yours again. The tired, lifeless, and overall sadness in his blue orbs met yours. They used to be a sparkling blue, like the Atlantic Ocean, Dimonds even. But they've dimmed down to a dark gray, like life itself has been drained from his entire body. His eyes drifted again and you crouched down to his side having your back against the bed. You leaned your head against his arm and sighed, this was crazy. He didn't deserve this. And now he's blaming himself, he's been blaming himself for something that wasn't his fault.

"I'm sorry, James." You mumbled, "I really am. She wasn't worth it. You deserve better, so much better. It's not your fault either, this wasn't on you. And I know that you probably don't belive me or you're questioning it but you have to believe me, Buck. She wasnt worth it."

He turned his head to you, his eyes fixed on your hair as he listened. You were right, it didn't change the fact that he was still blaming himself for what happened but he was done asking questions. Questioning why this and why that, he already knew the answer. It was fate. He can't change fate, not even the universe itself would grant him that power. But it was fine. He was used to this. Getting happy, something happening, and that thing recking his life forever.