Riley's Girl

Bull Horns

"Okay who wants to start first?" The doc says a little too light heartedly.

You hold your arms up in surrender, sitting back against the chair "Yeah I'm out. I ain't got nothing to say."

Sam narrows his eyes before shaking his head and scoffing "of course you don't."

Bucky was doing his signature staring at you, but there was judgement. Or at least that's what you initially thought but when you looked at him a little closer, there was understanding. He got it. Or at least he was trying to understand.

"Seriously doc. I don't know what you though you'd achieve. Really?" You scoff.

"I'm sorry, I'm inclined to agree. I mean what use am I?" Bucky asks, your head whips to look at him again, he was genuinely asking. That broke you in half. He didn't know he meant anything to you. Or anyone.

But you couldn't let your guard down, but you weren't about to let him sit there and think he was nothing and worth nothing to anyone. "Thank you Bucky. But don't sell yourself short like that. Steve thought you were useful enough to save multiple times." You look at him and give him a soft smile.

He laughs and reciprocates the smile back to you. Making you release a breath.

"Oh get a room." Sam spits out, annoyed.

And it was the perfect opening to keep up your bitchy façade "gladly." You smirk "if you and the doc outdoors kindly vacate the room, I'll get right on..." you pause, licking your lips and looking Bucky up and down "him." You smirk to rub it in more.

Sam's sigh as he looked away with his eyes closed, was your answer. It worked.

"Okay enough. Y/N why are you so against them being here?" The doc asks.

You furrow your brows at her "that can't be a serious question?" You scoff, standing from your chair as you paced the room "I've fought tooth and nail to keep them out of this the best I can, and you just rope them back in." You couldn't hide your annoyance anymore.

Sam now stands getting in your face "you really think I'd sit back and let you do this alone Y/N? Come on..."

You turn away from him, pushing a chair to the side that it tips, before turning back to Sam "at what fucking point have I needed your goddamn input Wilson?" You scream at him. "Don't you get it? You've made it worse every time you've put yourself in my business."

He scoffs and goes to turn away, but you grab his upper arm, pulling him back to face you "who else needs to die when you try and help before you realise." You point at him, jabbing his shoulder "you make it worse. Just stay out of it. That's all I've ever asked of you." You continue to shout.

"I made Riley a promise Y/N." He speaks back softly, nearly throwing you off, but you stay strong.

"I made him the same promise. But guess what?" You raise both your arms outwards, as you take a step backwards "He isn't here." You step towards Sam again "So, stop trying to play hero. I ain't a damsel. I don't need or even want your fucking help."

"Is that what you said before you accepted karli's help?" Sam questions, with malice. That throws you off completely, even with you being cruel, you've never known Sam to have a cruel bone or intent in his life.

You take a step backward, your eyes instantly well knowing the sacrifices you've had to make for that one decision to survive. "You bastard." You whisper out as your breath hitches. You clear your throat "you want a reality check? Huh? Want the full story? Doc, Bucky, give us 10 minutes. We need to properly catch up." You order, your eyes not leaving Sam's as a single tear falls down your cheek.

You see the doc leave first, Bucky hesitantly behind, but your peripheral sees Bucky stop and turn back.

"Good luck Sam." Is all he says, before he too, leaves the room.

Good luck Sam indeed.