Bucky x Suicidal!Reader

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Bucky

Sitting on the edge of my bed I curse at myself. "Idiot." I mutter under my breath. Steve sat on my couch silently.

He coughs a bit awkwardly. "So what happened?"

Holding my hands together. "I hurt her." Steve looked at me in confusion. "I killed her family, and then I hugged her too hard it hurt her."

Steve sighs with a small smile. "You're fine buck, she most likely won't hate you." I look up at him with worry in my eyes. "Ya know Buck she's probably just a little bit startled, she never let me close to her. Nonetheless hug her."

I nod my head in slight understanding.

Thump

Me and Steve look at each other.

Thump

We both get up and go to y/n's room. "Holy fuck." I think out loud.

Right at the wall looking back at me was y/n. Except it wasn't quite her. Black beady eyes look at me, her nose bleeding. Oh God, I think. Her head also bleeding from where she's been hitting her head.

"Steve what do we do?" I turn to look at him and he shakes his head.

Sighing he responds. "Restrain her?"

Time skip cause idk how to write these

Y/n thrashing in the chair. "You know she hates you." Y/n hisses at me.

Wincing a bit. "Is this like the equivalent of the winter solider?" Turning to Steve.

"Yea, except she's not the winter soldier. He's more quiet. Where's y/n in that mind of yours?" Steve looks square at her, his mouth slightly bleeding from earlier.

She laughs as she throws her head back. "In her worst nightmare. With her daddy." A grin plasters onto her face. "Reliving that night, when she kills him again it restarts."

"Kill?" I blurt.

She smiles wider. "Wanna see? It's a sight."

A hologram appears in the room of 'the night'.

"How the fuck are you alive!" A sweaty and frightened y/n screams at a man who charges at her. Plunging her knife into him the scenario replays in her room. The door swinging open with the man yelling.

"I told you to stay away from my shit!" He seemed to slur his words like he was drunk.

Fear inducing on her face with no weapon to defend herself. "I-i didn't." Her voice seeming coarse from screaming. "Please dad." Her starting to sob. My heart feeling a sharp pain.

"This is a good part." Y/n in the chair smiled almost devilishly.

"You did touch my shit you bitch, ungraetful brat can't keep her hands off what's not hers!" The man, presumably her dad hits her on her face. Tears threatening to roll down her cheeks.

"What are you gonna fucking cry!?" He drunkenly screams at her while gripping her lower jaw.  "I'll give you something to cry about." He raises his hand like he's about to punch her but she kicks him in the groin. As he releases his grip she makes a break for her bedroom door.

The hologram switching to the downstairs, assuming cause she went stairs. She grabs a knife from the knife holder in the kitchen. Looking around she sees a little boy, way younger than her, about 4ish years old.

"Sissy can you help me?" He holds out a book. He appears to have a couple bruises on him.

She seems to crumble a bit. "In a bit." Then a crash happens upstairs.

"Come back up here bitch!" As his silhouette appears in the door. Rushing at her.

She stabs him in the shoulder. "You won't touch him again, not even in this dream state." Her looking exhausted she pushes him back pinning him to the ground. "You drunk fuck." She drives the knife further into his shoulder. "I won't kill you this time. I know the pattern now." She looks at the little boy. "I shouldn't have left you. Give me a rope baby."

The little boy does what she said despite the change of action. The y/n in the chair looked displeased. "She wasn't supposed to do that.."

The hologram clicking off. Steve's face astonished. "That's why she was so cold." He mutters.

"Hey, y/n or whoever you are. How'd she know it was me who killed her brother?" I look at her.

"She saw it through their eyes." She smiles.

My face drops. "Oh my god.."

A/n

Sorry, writers block and finals are getting to me. I'll try to write as much as I can. That's really all I have, sorry ! Stay safe guys !

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