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Make you Feel My Love

Another song fic because I have two ideas, and the song fit. Anyways, Bucky as a dad owns my heart, and this song would fit him in all the right places.

Guys, abuse happens. To everyone. Kids, girls, boys, adults. And I'm not trying to make it sound like a good thing. People out there just aren't good to others, and it effects those around them.

If you've had to go through something like that, I am so sorry. It cannot be easy for you to adjust, and if you're still going through it, I believe it will get better and know you will make it.

Song lyrics will be in italics, and warnings are below.

Also, BuckxWanda is all over my Pinterest page, so I'm trying it out. Bare with me please, because it's different. But Wanda with kids 😩

Warnings - Heavy Abuse, PTSD, soft Bucky, nightmares, anxiety attack, physical/verbal abuse, trust issues, mentions of medical problems, wounds, blood, talks of sexual abuse/assault
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LONG CHAPTER*

'Make you Feel My Love' - Adele

Running through the crowded streets, you hear the voices of your mother and older sister screaming your name, tones angry and agitated the further you get away from them. Someone showed up from CPS with suspicion that things weren't how they seemed, and man, were they angry. You needed to get out of there, and took your first chance.

No one was stopping you, which you were glad for, besides your sister, who had cut you off. Her fingers wrapped around your small wrist, almost breaking the bone with the death grip, and started cussing you out with words pushed together like a drunk. Why was she helping them, you couldn't answer that, only beg not to go back as you pulled your already bruised limb back to your body.

"Is there a problem?" The new voice had you turning, only seeing someone you didn't know with an eye purple over the tan skin. Though, the grip never let go, and it almost felt like it got tighter, your whimper leaving your lips when you felt your shoulder nudge slightly out of socket. "Are you girls okay?" He asks, and you tried to shake your head, but a hand on your shoulder and back of your neck kept you from moving.

"Everything's fine, sir." Your mothers voice caused you to almost gag, and it took everything in your small body to hold in the noise and vomit in your mouth as she moves your hair to make you nod. "She just has some disciplinary issues, that's all." The tear sliding down your cheek makes him step forward, and he reaches out for you, but you were pulled back by her. "We should get going, my girls have school."

"No!" You screamed, and finally got the attention of a few officers, who had also been chasing you. "Let me go! Let me go!" Shouting got passerbys to stop and look, the man in front of you moving forward to grab your other hand, but you just screamed more. "Let me go!"

"Hey!"

And you were free, your shoulder out of place and wrist snapping as you dropped on the ground. Though, you didn't stop moving, falling on the street with your hurt body. Cars stopped and you finally stood, weaving through traffic to get on the other side of the road, child services chasing you as well as the unknown man who practically saved your life.

Then it got dark. All you know is that your family was taken in for things you don't understand, and a lot of people were looking for you. People you didn't know if you could trust.