Doll •Bucky Barnes•

His Angel

She's his doll. His angel. His everything. She will get it all. The money, clothes, jewellery, cosmetics, furniture, houses, restaurants, islands. All of it, but above all she will get his love. His heart. And he will make sure that everyone knows it.

His men aren't allowed to look at her for longer than a minute, they aren't allowed to touch or even breath on her unless it's a life or death situation. Her name isn't made for their lips, they only are allowed to call her "Miss" or "Madam" from now on and mindless conversations with her are forbidden, his obsession with her had gone into overdrive the second he found that message on her phone.

One of his men who dared to try and joke with her, was still not found and he never will be. It was becoming apparent to every single person out there, so they know not to fuck with his angel. The last time someone tried to threaten her, was met with his alias The Winter Soldier's wrath. Barnes didn't send his men to deal with the fucker and his men. No. He went alone and took them all down, like a hunter, like an assassin.

No one, fucks with The Winter Soldier or his woman. Physical contact is a must for him, ever since he met her, he felt like he was going mad whenever she was not near him, touching or just in sight.

So when he sees someone else touch his doll? He snaps... the person's neck of course, among other things. That's the only moment when he doesn't want her with him. When he looses control over his own mind and turns into a weapon. Bucky only comes back from this mindset when he comes back home and she smiles at him so sweetly, so innocently as if he didn't just murder someone.

The sex after such situation is always intense, as he marks her body in every way that he can, makes her promise that he's the only one and that she belongs only to him. He might be a monster and a possessive bastard, but his girl deserves all the love and gentleness in the world. This side to him he knows she can never find out about, she knew that he was embezzling money but she didn't know he had killed.

If she knew what demons were running loose in his head he was afraid he would lose her forever, something which he could not let happen, not after how far they had come. Bucky walked back to the cabin, seeing her in the kitchen pouring some wine, as some new reality show was playing on the TV.

Her gaze fell instantly on him, as she smiled at him. "Hello, love" she said, walking over to kiss his lips. Bucky instantly deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing past her soft lips. Gia moaned softly letting him dominate the kiss, as his hands roam up and down her body. As his hands stop on her ass, he pulled away and looked at her with his cold blue eyes, asking in a low and dangerous voice. "Who do you belong to?"

Her breath hitched as she swallowed, answering "you." He squeezed her ass with one hand, as his other moved to grip her chin "you, what?" Gia shivered, whispering "you, Sir" Bucky nodded and kissed her again, more softly as he pulled back seconds later whispering.

"You're my doll. My sweet angel. No one else's, got it? I don't like to share, what's mine." After a moment he finally relaxed and kissed her hair, enjoying the smell of the cabin, smelling like what their home could be like. It made him calm, letting him relax knowing that she was right here with him.

Bucky pulled back from Gia and smiled, all the tension he had while out on the deck surrounding the cabin, gone. Gia took her glass of wine and the whiskey neat she poured for Bucky and made her way onto the couch in front of the fire, settling in her spot and watching her show. Bucky looked at her sat comfy in the cabin and sighed to himself, there's no way in hell, that he is letting this woman go. No matter what.

Bucky and Gia enjoyed their last night together by the fireplace. Gia knew she would have a lot to think about when she got home. She knew she loved Bucky, by this point she knew the reason she hadn't left him yet was because she loved him. The problem was how controlling and possessive he was being with her, she knew that he was a man who knew what he wanted. A man who would not share and when he had found something he wasn't going to let it go.

The problem was she wasn't an object she was a person, a person who should have the trust of her boyfriend and be allowed to go to dinner with friends or have someone from the opposite sex look at her without being afraid of what might happen to said individual.

When Bucky was being his sweet self as he was now, drawing circles into her back as she lay on him. The soft sound of his heartbeat soothing her mind. She didn't fully understand why he picked her or how they managed to come to where they were but she was happy with him, it was just a few flaws that had her questioning herself. 

Gia didn't realised just how tired she was, her eyes fluttering closed as the warmth of the fire and of the warmth of the man laying underneath her. 

Bucky looked down at his beautiful angel, her soft breath dancing over his chest as she slept. He knew that he had been possessive over her and he knew that if he continued to keep going the way he had been he would lose her forever but he also knew that if he let someone else, some disrespectful moron near his girl, he would lose his damn shit. Gia stretched out on top of Bucky, her hair covering her face, she looked like an angel. His angel