Succubus ✔(Bucky Barnes X OC X Steve Rogers) AU

Chapter 7✔️

TW: Emotional chapter ahead!! Talk of loss and depression ahead. If this is a trigger for you please skip, although this holds valuable information for Freyja's main storyline. Please be cautious as you read ahead!

I had gone to bed after the gym. I wasn't tired, just wanted a rest. The next day I woke up to this 'Fridays' voice in my room.

"Ms. Freyja? Mr. Stark has requested all hero's to the living area for movie day." I furrowed my brows at the ceiling.

"Thank you Friday." I sat up, a slight soreness laid in my stomach. Bucky didn't let me feed enough to heal the actual soreness from our sexual adventures. I let a small grin slide across my lips as I enjoyed the feeling. Stretching out and sitting up, I groaned a little. How did I sleep til noon? Was I more tired than I thought I had been? I probably should eat some normal food, that might help. My feedings make it so I don't have to eat or sleep as much as the average God/Goddess. I made my way to the door, looking out to see if anyone was in the hall, I didn't see anyone. So I tipped toed over to the bathroom next to Bucky's room.

I stunk, I needed a shower. Starting the water in the shower, turning it to really hot to wash all the dirt off, I stripped out of my clothes. I saw my reflection in the floor length mirror, not noticing it there. I didn't see what all the others saw. They saw the Goddess that I was. Strong, confident, full of nothing but sexual appeal. But that's not what I saw. I saw a broken woman. Flashes of what happened a couple hundred years ago flashed through my eyes. Falling from one of the many portals of Sakaar. Remembering the look on Loki's face when he shoved me off the BiFrost. Seeing the Grandmaster for the first time. Being held by some woman as she told me my unborn child was gone forever.

I rubbed a tear off my cheek as I backed away from the mirror, I hadn't really looked at myself since it all happened. I could never look at myself the same as I used to. My relationship with my estranged brother would never be the same again. No one knew of what happened to me on Sakaar. I stepped into the shower, my hand on the tiled wall. I could feel my emotions coming in at full force. I always kept my feelings in control, one slip up and I'd lose it. Either from hurting someone to possibly killing an innocent. My emotions were not something to mess around with. I closed my eyes as they flashed with images of that day. The day everything truly changed.

"What is happening?!" I screamed as a pain ripped through my stomach, making a screeching scream rumble from my throat. "Make it stop!!" I yelled as I was kneeled on the ground, A man was near me with a woman. I heard some names thrown around. Scrapper something with numbers, and Master or something. I couldn't focus as the scrapper person kneeled next to me. Tears were flowing down my face. My brother did this. He caused me this pain.

"You're going to pass out soon. I will take care of you. I promise." The woman next to me whispered. I noticed the blood flowing down my legs, staining my white Greek looking dress. How did I get here? Why was this happening to me? I was breathing fast. Why was this happening to me? I never did anything bad. I only killed the bad guys. I don't deserve this, my child doesn't deserve this.

"You'll need to knock me out." I managed to whisper out to the woman. "I'm a Succubus by nature. I can't pass out on my own. My body won't allow it." I groaned as a pain shot through me. The woman looked at me shocked, like she knew who I was, then gave me an apologetic nod. The next thing I knew I felt a pain in my neck. Then it went black.

I couldn't tell if I was crying or if it was the shower, the hot water felt like ice on my skin. I could tell my eyes were glowing right now. From sadness or anger, I wasn't sure. I lifted my face up to look at the water, letting it wash over my face. My eyes were burning behind my eyelids. The emotions just wanted to seep out of me. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't release my feelings.

"I'm so sorry."

Those words went through my head, like some joke I didn't understand. How could the world be so cruel.

"I'm so sorry."

My hand rested on my stomach. There was the smallest scar there. I had put it there in memory of them, whatever they would have been.

"There was nothing I could of done. It was already too late."

I let out a whimper of pain, remembering the pain of my loss. The pain of my betrayal. I heard someone knocking on the door. I heard it, but I didn't. I was in my own world right now. Nothing could get through my head right now. This is why, I never could look at myself again, not without thinking if she or he would have looked like that too.

"It was already too late"

Tears were definitely rushing down my face, another whimper escaped as I released my stomach.

"I'm so sorry."
"It was already too late."

I pulled back and slammed my fist into the tile of the wall. A voice was yelling my name through the door now, begging me to let them know I'm okay. But I wasn't. I was not Okay.

"I'll take care of you. I promise."

I pulled back and released my anger again. I heard pounding on the door, but I didn't. My eyes were glowing so bright I saw the reflection in the bloody, busted tile.

"It was already too late."

I shoved my fist into the tile for a final time, when I heard the door bust open. Did I lock it?

"I'm so sorry..."

I fell to my knees. Blood mixed into the now cold water. I felt someone wrap a towel around my shoulders, turning the water off. The person helped me stand up, supporting me. I didn't look to see who it was, I could tell by the smell. Steve.

"Frey, it's okay, I've got you." He led me out and back to my room. He sat me on my bed and kneeled in front of me. "Frey." He reached out and took my face in his hand, "Frey, look at me. What happened?" I looked up and met his baby blue eyes. Nothing was there but worry, concern. He ran his thumb over my cheek to wipe away some stray water, or was that tears?

"It was already too late." I whimpered. He looked confused, but didn't push it. He grabbed my hand and looked at it. It was a bloody mess. It looked way worse than it probably was.

"Bucky ran out for a bit." He muttered, his eyes moved to meet mine. I could see the blue reflecting in his from mine. He just stared for a minute. Something flashed in his eyes. "I consent." He whispered, leaning his forehead on mine.

"No. I can wait for-" I was interrupted.

"I'm not consenting for that reason. I was going to either way. I feel something for you. I shouldn't, but I do." With that being said, Steve leaned his chin up, meeting my lips with his.

Original Word Count: 1,135
Final Word Count: 1,298