PARTNER•J.B.Barnes

20

Becca:

After getting foods for the kitchen I unpacked a little and flopped tired as ever. I turn the tv on and watch greys anatomy with a big cheesecake to myself with cream.

****a week later (bc I'm Lazy)*****

I turn into the compound after a whole week of relaxing. I got into a exercise routine and feel a lot better. I haven't heard from Tony and my phones still turned off. Can't lie I was tempted to knock it on multiple times, one point I had to lock it in the car and then throw the keys somewhere random in the house.

I grab my bag out the boot and lock the car before entering through the big entrance. "WELL YOU HAVENT TRIED WITH HIM AND HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND", I hear Sam shout and I mean SHOUT. "HE'S YOUR FRIEND TOO I HAVE MY OWN SHIT", Steve shouts back and I clear my throat. Steve goes a little pale and Sam comes over hugging me.

"Thank you baby Jesus. We need you to go deal with Bucky", Sam says and I raise my brows. "Straight to business eh?", i say and Sam nods apologetically. I turn to Steve and raise a brow, he nods and I sigh knowing the girls are going to be a mess for a while. I go to the elevator and press my floor. I whistle a song but come to a stop when the doors open.

Everything was either smashed or broke. Things were tipped over and there was glass everywhere. I step carefully over the glass in my boots. They click against the floor as I move carefully, I swear if he goes all winter weiner on me I'll kill his ass. "BUCK", i shout and there was nothing but silence. Where the hell? "Bucky?", i half shout out to the hall but there was no response. I sigh pulling my bag off my shoulder and turn to start cleaning up.

I'm not letting no cleaner do this shit, poor woman or man. I start grabbing the glass with my hands and binning it. I pick up plates, cups, dishes, some utensils and then the tipped over dishwasher. I raise my brows at the mess in the kitchen. Food was everywhere, the fridge door was ripped off as the fridge light was flashing because it's been opened too long.

I sigh feeling a migraine coming on, i knock the fridge off by a switch and then turn to clean more plates up. I cut my palm deeply, i hiss and just as I do the door from the stairs open. Bucky walks in with dark circles under his eyes, a bottle of something in his hand and his hair looks a long mess. He had a stubble beard which would look like a five o'clock shadow if he didn't look homeless.

"Bucky?", i ask and his head snaps to me. Then to my hand which was bleeding, it would heal in about a minute so I wasn't pressed. "Why would you clean that up?", he asks worrying about my hand. I shake my head and scoff lightly, "don't worry it'll heat within a minute", i say not moving. I don't know why I haven't but he looks unsteady so I don't want to push it.

"Why don't you go to take a rest while I make some food yeah?", i ask looking in cupboards. "There's nothing I'm sorry", he says and I shake my head smiling. "I felt like having takeout anyways, what you fancying?", i ask and he shrugs taking another swig. "Whatcha drinking there?", i ask and he shrugs again. "Did I do something wrong?", i ask and this time he stares at me like I'm dumb. He finishes the bottle and comes a little closer to me. "I went and found your sister. She's dead, but I didn't want to see that but you made me go find her and now I hate myself a little more. So thank you. I haven't slept or ate or even breathed sober air for a week. If you just kept your hands to yourself and didn't snoop I wouldn't be like this", he says starting to raise his voice.

I raise my brows shocked and I feel my eyes water. My sisters dead, great. I rub my hands over my face shaking my head. I can't even go to the girls because there is no girls. They'll be all at each other throats. "Go to your room and sleep", i order and he shakes his head. "I can't", he says and I raise a brow. "Did you not go snooping again and see my bedroom?", he asks rudely and I shake my head.

"Go ahead. Go take a look", he slurs and I do as he says and I gasp. It looks like a crack den gone wrong. The bed was no longer a thing. The mattress was in half, the wardrobes and draws were in pieces. His bathroom door was ripped off and I could see glass from the bathroom meaning it's either the mirror or the shower or maybe both.

I walk back out and look at the couch to see it destroyed too. I let out a frustrated scream and punch the wall. I open my bedroom door to see everything perfect. "Sleep in my room, break one thing I'll break your fingers one by one then your hands and then your fucking arm", i say pissed off, I grab the bottle from his hand harshly and drag him in my room. I slam the door and move back to the kitchen.

I sigh feeling my self get that angry I want to cry. So I do. I just cry and sob until I feel better. It works most the time but it didn't. I sit on the floor holding my chest crying. Yelena comes out of no where and her eyes water, she comes over carefully and hugs me. I latch onto her and cry. "It's so horrible here", i whisper and she nods. "It's okay", she shushes me rubbing my back. "It's okay", she whispers again. She helps me off the floor and I lean again the counter top throwing my head back trying to stop crying.

Bucky walks out and stops as he sees me, his face saddens and Yelena scowls at him.