Steve Rogers And Bucky Barnes Images

Emotions

Warnings - Blood, torture, gore?
*LONG CHAPTER*

You knew the front door wasn't supposed to open, Bucky was gone on a mission, and wasn't going to be back for another few days. So when you heard the door lock turn, you turned over in the bed, half awake now that something was happening.

Silent footsteps made their way around the house, being slow, like they were missing the creaks in the floors. You reached over for your phone, hitting Bucky's contact and hiding it under your pillow just in case.

When the door opened, a little light came through from the lamp in the living room, showing the outline of Bucky's frame. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as relief over took you, a smile on your face.

"Scared?" He asked as he walked over, leaning over you as he bent down.

"Thought someone broke in," you replied as you slowly closed the gap between you. His lips were different, foreign on your own. "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until Thursday?" You questioned when you pulled away, keeping your arms on your hips and mattress.

Bucky smiled and pushed some hair back, "it got cut short, so I thought I could surprise you." Everything about this was different, and you knew it by the way he was acting.

One, he would've showered first before even thinking about touching you. It was a big deal to him that he didn't put chemicals on you, or get you dirty, even if it was just his hand moving hair.

Two, he didn't have any of his bags with him, meaning he already dropped his clothes off in the washroom. But that should've meant he had a folded up bag.

Three, he felt different, changed. His lips weren't like the ones you feel everytime you kiss him. They were cold, distant.

This wasn't your Bucky.

"Why didn't you call me when you got on the jet?" You asked, sleep still pulling on your eyelids from your rude awakening. "You always call me when you're on the jet."

He leaned down to kiss you again, it being quicker than the first. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm gonna go shower," he stated, pressing a kiss to your forehead and leaning up to go to the bathroom.

Once you knew the door was shut, you reached under your pillow and grabbed your phone, hitting the call button. The phone next to you didn't ring, meaning this wasn't Bucky. After two more, it finally answered. "Hi Doll," Bucky said chippily, sounding like he had a smile on his face.

"Buck," you whispered, "someone's here and pretending to be you. They're in the shower right now." Your voice shook with fear as you slid off the bed quietly, getting ready to leave the house.

Bucky's entire mood changed when he heard you, turning around from the group he was with. "What do you mean? Y/N, get out of there." At first, he questioned, but then he shook his head to the actual thought, and ordered.

As you were walking to the door, the bathroom door opened, and the fake stood there with a towel around his waist. "Who you on the phone with?" He asked, anger filing the fake blue eyes.

"Nat, she called to tell me she was okay," you lied instantly, letting the real Bucky know something was wrong. But the lie turned to dust the second his words rolled off his tongue.

"Oh, can I talk to her for a second?"

You had to think. Run now? Lie again? Bucky was whispering in your ear to just run, that he texted someone to pick you up. So you trusted that, shaking your head "no, she's with Steve, they're about to go to bed. Go get dressed, I'll be in the living room." He seemed to believe it as he walked over to the dresser, letting you slip out of the room. You didn't say anything and just listened to what Bucky was telling you.