The Beauty Within

Coping

***WARNING***

✨this chapter will deal with mental health (depression, self neglect and thoughts of suicide) if this disturbs you please skip this chapter there's also some very angry and slightly dangerous smut thrown in there✨

I have some Spanish and Romanian thrown in here in some spots, translations will be in parentheses right after the word/phrase.

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Bucky gulped and exhaled, he didn't even notice that he was holding his breath.

"Mr. Zemo will see you now" the housekeeper cooed. Bucky nodded and stepped forward into the gigantic home office. The man sitting at the desk didn't even look up when he walked in.

"Mr. Barnes," he sighed deeply, "I'm sure you're wondering why you're here, especially since not many on the...lower levels don't get a meeting with me." the disgust for his pawns dripping from his voice.

Bucky nodded and looked at the floor, unsure if he should speak. Helmut Zemo was more than impressed with this specimen of a human, he knew when to shut the fuck up, his work was flawless and quick, his intended, while not what he expected was stunning, well from the face up, and the fact that he was willing to adopt her kids as his own, and finally his breaking point, the child that was just lost. Bucky was ripe for the picking and Zemo wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to snatch him up for pennies.

"You're in luck Barnes, your work is damn near perfect, I also know about that chubby entrepreneur that you fuck nightly, her kids that you want, and the baby that will never be born, how'd you like a raise?"

Bucky looked up angry then perplexed, how dare he talk about you that way, but also, how did he know about the kids and the baby you lost. No one knew about that, he hadn't even told anyone. Zemo could see the confusion take over Bucky's face.

"How..." Bucky stumbled for words.

"Assume that I know everything and that I hear everything Barnes. Once you accept that you'll get far in life."

Bucky nodded and looked back down at his dirty converse analyzing everything Zemo was saying.

"You'll be on call 24/7, my personal attack dog." Zemo got up and placed his hands behind his back and began to circle Bucky. A shark getting ready to attack. He licked his lips and continued, "I'll increase your pay by 80%, you can have one of my homes that I don't really use. Your little tart likes to bake right? She can have the house that has a big kitchen and a big back yard with a pool for her little heathens. I know you liked that little nook, I think I have another home that has all those things along with 10 rooms, each with their own restrooms. Utilities are handled. You can tell her about me, but not what you do, understand?"

Bucky nodded again. His head was spinning, all of your and his dreams were coming true and all he had to do was be a personal hit man. But how could he protect you? You were already shot once and he wasn't even working for Zemo then. He looked up and dared to ask a question without thinking.

"Will she and the kids be safe? Y/N was already shot by someone before and I wasn't even working for you, can you assure me that she'll be safe? I can't loose her."

Zemo didn't know you had been shot, the hospital you were taken to wasn't one of his. But he didn't need Bucky to know that.

"Done. As for who shot her, I'll call you in a few days and then you have a choice to make. Now piss off, I'm busy. I'll send the trucks for your stuff later today to take you to the new house."