Avengers: Reader Inserts

My Precious Doll ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 5,000ish

Request: Can I request Bucky Barnes angst? I don't mind the subject, but I'd prefer if there are no TFATWS spoilers. Thank you so much!! I love your writing.

Warnings: tread carefully (close to 18+) - major angst, little fluff, harsh words, nudity, torture, kidnapping, inappropriate touching, allusions to rape

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You were in the kitchen when Bucky slammed your apartment door. You jumped, turning to face away from the dinner you were working on.

"Bucky?" You called. "Everything okay?"

You could hear his heavy feet moving towards the bedroom door. As you began to leave the kitchen to see what was going on, you could also hear him mumbling under his breath.

"Babe?" You tried again.

"What?!" He exclaimed, clearly aggravated.

Bucky stopped in his tracks, looking at you with an anger you'd never had pointed at you. You swallowed, trying to hide your nervousness and be brave. It just have to be a bad day, a bad mission, right? You had your hands up slightly as you took a careful step towards your boyfriend.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

Bucky scoffed, tearing the leather gloves from his hands. "That's a ridiculous question, Y/N, you know that."

He headed into your bedroom, tossing his gloves onto your bed. You followed, quickly grabbed his wrist before he could lock himself in your bathroom. Bucky didn't move to face you, so you had to move yourself.

"What's going on?" You questioned. "Talk to me."

He ripped his hand from your grip. "Not now, Y/N," he growled.

"Buck, you always talk to me on your bad day... I want to help."

You lifted your hand to rest it on his cheek. His caught it with his metal hand, holding it tighter than he had ever before. Your breath caught in your throat, surprised at the action and the pain that was slowly radiating through your wrist.

"I told you, I don't want to talk now," his voice was low, angry even.

"Bucky," you breathed out, trying not to cry, "you're hurting me."

Bucky had promised that he'd never hurt you in anyway. Especially with your trust issues and how slow you were to even get into a relationship with him. Yet here he was, gripping your wrist tightly with his metal hand and refusing to talk to you.

"Oh, I am?" Bucky taunted, chuckling darkly.

This wasn't the man you fell in love with. The man in front of you was scaring you. Something terrible had happened in the time since you'd seen Bucky this morning. Since he told you he loved you and kissed you before he headed to the compound.

"Gosh, you're so weak, Y/N," he commented, throwing down your hand as he let it go. You hurried and cradled your hand close to your chest. "Just go back to making dinner and leave me alone."

"No," you shook your head. "I'm not leaving you until you tell me what happened today."

"Well, I'm not talking to you about it."

"Why? You talk to me about everything. As I do you. It's what those in a relationship do."

"Yeah, well, maybe I don't want to be in a relationship with you anymore."

You could hear your heart shatter. You could only hope that Bucky had heard it to. But the lack of change in his demeanor proved otherwise.

"What?" You gasped. "Bucky, you don't-"