Surviving Bucky

Don't Fix Whats Broken

After the whole incident with Rumlow, Bucky took Mya back to the city. She wasn't quite ready to go back to the headquarters,  so Bucky rented a room at a nice hotel so he could talk to her. They rode the elevator up in silence as Mya chewed the inside of her cheek. She wasn't even thinking about what she had done, she was just dreading the questions that were going to follow.

Once they arrived to the room, Bucky locked the door and stripped out of his leather jacket.
"I'm going to go shower," Mya said quickly as she pulled her hair out of the ponytail it was in.
"I really think we should talk about what happened first, Mya."
"There's nothing to talk about Bucky. I did what I had to do. That man was pure evil."
"I was supposed to kill him, not you." Mya laughed at his response, turning around and biting her bottom lip.
"Is this some kind of macho bullshit?"
"No, this is setting things right kind of bullshit. He kidnapped you and hurt you while you were with me. He did it to get a response from me and I was going to give it to him."
"OH even better! It was more like a pissing match for you!"
"This wasn't a fucking game!" His voiced reverberated through the entire room making the walls shake. But Mya was too heated to back down.
"OF COURSE IT WASN'T A FUCKING GAME! I ALMOST DIED!" That last bit cut off whatever else Bucky was going to say.
"Mya... I..."
"This isn't the part where you speak, this is the part where you shut the fuck up and listen. He kidnapped me because he wanted you yes, but him almost killing me had nothing to do with you. He beat me an inch of my life and laughed while they hurt me. That sick bastard shut off the camera after five minutes but kept watching for almost an hour for his own amusement. When I left I was finally getting him out of my head, but then you hand delivered him on a silver platter to me. WHAT?! Was I supposed to be grateful you brought that sick maniac back into my life? He wasn't yours to kill. He was mine!"
Bucky stood there with a pained look in his eyes, he squeezed his eyes shut as he grabbed the chair. He picked it up and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter into pieces. He then held up his hands as he pleaded with Mya.
"I swear that wasn't my intention, I wanted to show you I could be the one to protect you. I wanted to be that for you."
"Newsflash Bucky. I don't need anyone to protect me. I've been doing it just fine for years. Everything was fine until you showed up." That last one hit differently, Bucky was looking at the floor as he scoffed.
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do. Us meeting as the bar was just a cruel joke. We weren't meant to find each other."
"Mya...."
"I think.... that when we get back together to the compound, I'm going to go my own way."
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do, you keep trying to fix what's broken. But who asked you to?"
"Mya the worst is over, I can protect you. I want to be there for you. There's no way I'm going to leave you."
"Bucky, it's not up to you. After tonight , we need to go our own ways. This is too toxic for either one of us to keep going. One of us is going to wind up dead or in alot of trouble."
Before Bucky said anything, he grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room, leaving Mya to fall on the ground as she cried.