Summary: Bucky's your enemy and he gets pissed off when he finds out what your boyfriend did to you.
Word count: 2.5k
A/n: There is some abuse in this followed by manipulation in case that's a tough topic for you. If it is, I'm terribly sorry and that should never happen to anyone.
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You've known tony for about five years now and throughout those five years, you've kept your birthday a secret. But unfortunately, he was able to figure it out and now you're suffering the consequences of keeping it a secret. How? There's currently hundreds of people roaming the compound to celebrate your birth.
To be honest though, you don't think half of them know why they're here, or what's going on. And you're not mad about it. Hell, most of them don't even know who you are and you're thankful for that. The less that know you, the better.
"There's the birthday girl," Steve says as he comes up to your with Bucky next to him.
"Hey guys," you say with a smile, but it's mainly directed towards Steve.
"Happy birthday, or whatever," Bucky says coldly and you roll your eyes. "So which birthday is this, the age that you finally turn into a witch?"
"Shouldn't you have been in the ground by now? Or are you waiting for your next birthday?" You ask and Steve looks at Bucky, waiting for his response, but he just narrows his eyes at you.
He hands you a small box with a bitter smile. "Happy birthday, asshole," he says before walking away. You roll your eyes and put the box in your pocket before turning to Steve.
"He picked that out and it's not too bad. You should definitely open it when you get the chance," he says and you roll your eyes. He hands you a piece of chocolate and you sigh with relief as you take it and hug him.
"Happy birthday," he says and you smile as you nuzzle your head in his chest for a few minutes to escape everything around you. And he lets you because he knows how much you hate situations like this.
"Y/n," your boyfriend says sternly and you internally cuss as you pull away from Steve. You face him and see how pissed off he looks. "Let's go," he says as he jerks his head to the side and leaves the room.
You give Steve a small smile before following your boyfriend out of the room and into a smaller one. He chugs his drink before setting the glass cup down and looking at you.
"What do you just think that since it's your party you can throw yourself at whoever the fuck you want? Like a whore?" He practically yells and you flinch at his tone.
"I was just hugging Steve. It's not like I was kissing him or fucking him. He was telling me happy birthday so I hugged him," you defend and your boyfriend laughs without humor as he slams his glass on the hard surface causing it to shatter.
"You don't get to touch other guys when you're with me, okay? You don't even get to look their way or talk to them," he says and you look at him in disbelief.
"That's ridiculous. You realize I work with mostly guys and I even live here with them—"
"So you're saying you fuck them?" He asks loudly and you look at him confused.
"Those words never left my mouth," you say and he grabs a handful of the glass shards and throws them at you.
You cover your face as best you can, but a shard of glass hits you and cuts your cheek. A gasp leaves your lips as you bring your hand up to touch the fresh cut leaking blood.
"Shit baby, I'm sorry. You know I don't like hurting you. It won't happen again. I promise," he says as he approaches you and kisses your forehead. "Go get cleaned up and then we can dance."
