𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑠

☘︎︎𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑇𝑒𝑛☘︎︎

content warnings: gun violence, smut (fingering and handjob), mentions of a murder and past trauma 

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"She said stay back."

Addison closed her eyes in relief at the sound of Bucky's voice, a shaky breath leaving her lips as Sharon dropped her hand, allowing Bucky to slide in behind her, a hand placed on her hip, the other curling around her raised arm, caressing the skin until he reached the hand gripping the gun. "I need you to let go sweet girl." Bucky whispered against the shell of her ear, his warm breath relaxing her body, a smile on his lips when she released the gun, allowing it to fall into his hand. "Now, I need you to turn around and bury your head in my chest," Bucky commanded in her ear softly, his voice was gentle but his eyes stern as he focused on the two men in front of him, "sweet girls don't need to be tainted by the sins of the world." He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her temple before standing back up to his full height, his blue eyes full of rage as he saw the two Sons of Lucifer members swallow thickly, pride blooming in his chest when Addison turned in his arm, burying her head in the white button up. "There has to be a way we can work this out!" One of the men pleaded dropping his gun while Bucky just laughed, shaking his head, finger resting on the trigger. "You were trying to taint a saint, little did you know, a sinner was waiting right behind her." He smirked, pulling the trigger twice, watching the two bodies crash to the floor.

Panic.

It settled over Addison quickly as the metallic smell of blood filled the air, her heartbeat picking up as she gripped onto Bucky lapels so tightly, her knuckles were turning white, her knees buckling. "Shit." Bucky spoke quickly, grabbing her arms as she crumbled beneath her weight, wrapping an arm under her knees to lift her up, her head burying itself in the crook of her neck. "Addison, hey!" Steve spoke quickly, rushing over to her as she looked at him with tears in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks, shaking from the cold air, her wet clothes and the memories of her father hitting the floor. They didn't know, God, why would Bucky or Steve know, she was a virtual stranger, she didn't even know smelling blood and gun powder would bring her six year old self out. Steve had yanked his coat off, wrapping around her while Bucky held her to his chest, Steve's coat hiding her from the Sons of Lucifer he was going to approach to get to his car. "Sweet girl, what's going on?" Bucky questioned when she pulled her head from his neck, taking notice of his concern, but she was unable to speak, her brain replaying that god awful day over and over.

"Sunshine, get under the bed and don't come out until mommy gets back!" Her father had ushered, shoving her under the bed mere seconds before that fatal shot, the shot that would spin her world on its axis and crush her very soul. She knew she shouldn't look, the sound of his body hitting the floor was still echoing around her head, her eyes squeezed shut tightly while her hands covered her ears. She wanted to scream, to climb out and rush to her father, just to hug him one more time. She didn't, she waited until she heard her mothers blood curdling scream, searching the room frantically for her daughter. "Addison! Please baby where are you?!" Her mother screamed, tears rolling down her cheeks, sighing in relief when Addison climbed out from under the bed, rushing into her mothers arms, shaking, on the verge of passing out as she looked to her fathers body, a loud scream leaving her little body. "Come on baby, come on." Her mother whispered, lifting Addison up and escaping the room, starting their life in the shadows.

"Malishka," Bucky whispered, setting Addison in his passenger seat, seeing her shake her head while she captured his eyes with hers, "we're going to my parents house okay?" Bucky spoke softly, looking over his shoulder to see Steve and Sharon climbing into his car, nodding slightly at them to go. Bucky was playing with a strand of her hair, before he was softly stroking her face, a subtle nod presenting itself while she offered a small smiled. "Can you talk baby? Let me know you're okay." Bucky pleaded softly, watching as she took a stuttered breath, her hand immediately going to cup his cheek, running her fingers over his stubble, leaning forward to press her forehead to his, a touch she needed more than him. "I'm okay, can we go please, I just want to lay down." Addison spoke softly, feeling his lips on hers in a gentle kiss, a moment they both needed, allowing each other to fully relax once they recognized they were together, and safe. "We can, are you sore?" He questioned, waiting for her answer until he climbed into the drivers side, shutting the door. "Very."