{worldstar money (interlude) - Joji}
You wrapped Paul's wrist in some beige bandages and poured him a glass of cold water.
He drank it slowly, and when he was finally done you sent him to your room for the rest of the night.
You switched off all the lights and made your way back to the living room where the Tv was still playing. Bucky was sitting on the far end of the couch fiddling with his hands. He saw you sit down and instantly looked up.
"You alright?" He asked.
You shook your head. "My ex just showed up at 2 in the morning and broke his hand trying to slap my boyfriend. No I am not okay."
Bucky put his arm around you bringing you in closer.
"I mean you could've stopped him, I'm sure you saw it coming." You said resting your head on his chest. Bucky didn't reply, just sighed in response placing a kiss on your temple and rubbing your shoulder with his thumb.
"Let's just say it's better that he hit me than if I had hit him." Bucky said.
"I mean were you gonna?" You asked.
"I was close, but I'm glad he did it before me."
You took his hand that was around your shoulder and put it on your lap holding it. If you thought about it, the situation could've been a lot worse.
"His mother died." You said after a couple of minutes of silence.
"What? Who's?"
"Paul's. He called me multiple times to invite me to the funeral, but," you paused sighing.
"But?"
"But I blocked him so I didn't get receive any of his calls. A-and I feel so so bad. So so guilty, I feel like I should've been there for him. For his mother." You sat up facing him.
"I feel like I just totally cut off our relationship."
"Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't that what breaking up is?" Bucky raised an eyebrow.
"Y-yes it is, but I got you back immediately after we broke up, a-and I had Sam and Steve to help me deal with everything. They took care of me, but Paul," you breathed "Paul had no one. Not only did he have no one to look after him, he was the one who had to take care of his mom."
"I hope I don't have to tell you that none of this is your fault." Bucky shuffled.
"No," you shook your head "You don't...Cause then you'd be totally lying."
Bucky groaned "Y/N-"
You buried your face in your hands letting out a moan. "This is totally my fault."
"No it isn't," he put his arms around you from beside.
"He needed me."
He sighed, not denying nor confirming your statement. He kissed your head.
"Don't do that," you said shaking your head.
He looked at you "Why not."
"You feeling sorry for me makes me wanna cry."
It was true, it made you feel sick when a person who's been through so much shit felt sorry for a little issue that you had.
You blamed yourself for Paul's actions. You felt terrible for missing the funeral, and even worse knowing Paul tried to reach you about it. You felt a lump in your throat, but tried your best to swallow the pain.
"You let him stay the night, right? That should mean something, any other person would've just closed the door immediately after seeing the face of their ex."
You nodded slowly not really taking in Bucky's words. "I just don't know what to do now."
"No point in getting him to the hospital. He's a doctor, he'll know what to do."
"You should go to sleep. It's really late." Bucky placed another kiss on your cheek. You smiled softly leaning onto his shoulder and closing your eyes. He shuffled backwards in a more stable position holding you with one arm.
"Promise me you won't leave me, Bucky."
"Y/N I wou-"
"Just promise me. Please." You screwed your eyes.
"I promise doll. I promise."
