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Powerful

I did a powerless one on Steve, so I thought it would only be best if I did the opposite on the opposite

So here we go

Warnings - abuse, father neglect, torture, mentions of abuse, trauma, PTSD, mentions of War

Pt. 2 eventually

1934

Bucky works the window as best he can without trying to break the lock. It doesn't take him long to realize that it was open when he gives it a gentle tug, rolling his eyes as he tosses whatever screwdriver he had picked up into the neighbors yard before crawling through the room.

Not even three seconds inside and he sees you underneath the covers, smiling when he notices you're still holding onto the white bear he had won two years ago at the fair. The memory of it all sits at the forefront of his brain, and the smile still stands as he crawls into the bed behind you to pull you close to his chest.

Dating you was probably the best thing he has ever done in his life. Bucky hasn't been happier, and he swears his Má is already planning the wedding of her dreams that isn't set for Becca. He can see it in her eyes everytime you walk through the door how much she loves you. Even his little sister adores you, and she's the most judgemental girl on the planet.

If it weren't for Steve kicking you on accident, he swears he would probably be dating some girl who just wants him for the attention. He's never loved and hated that punk so much as he places gentle kisses up and down your neck, waiting for you to wake up and turn to him like most the other Saturdays.

Only, your bedroom door opens, and he sits up quickly, being greeted by your mother, who holds a pan of what smells like the best smelling oatmeal. Your name dies on her tongue, and she leans on the wall with a hand on her hip.

"James Barnes, I should've known," she chuckles, swiping at her curled hair before seeing that he's directly behind you. "Better not be doing anything married couples are. Last time I checked, she hasn't walked down the isle yet."

"No ma'am," he smiles politely, but can't help look at you with the dream of calling you his for infinity at the thought of putting a ring on your pretty little finger. "Hopefully one day, though." He kisses your temple once more, happy with the reaction he receives as you stir. "Need her for anything, Mrs?"

"Your other half came in looking like he volunteered to be a punching bag down at the school, just needed to confirm my suspicions." She gives a cheeky grin and reaches for the door, looking down the hallway. "Keep that boy out of trouble for a day, and I'll let you stay the night." Giving him a wink, Bucky sucks in a deep breath as the boy of the topic walks in.

"Sorry, Mrs. Y/L/N, Stevie just can't help but protect the streets."

"He's doing God's work, James," she says softly, pulling the tiny kid from walking into the room to touch his cheek. "Ice, Steven."

"In my pocket, Ma'am." He pulls out a bag of ice your sister had chunked at him before shoving him out of the kitchen, mumbling about how she was always at his aid. "Y/N still asleep?" He spins around towards the bed and sits on the footend, holding back the urge to place a hand on your ankle to shake you awake.

"I'm sure she'll be awake soon." Your mother looks right at Bucky as she says this, holding onto the door knob. "Breakfast is almost ready, bring her down soon."

"Yes Ma'am," Bucky salutes as she shuts the door, settling down behind you again to continue his pamper of kisses. You groan and shove him away before turning in his arms, pressing yourself against his chest. "Good morning, Doll," he whispers in your ear, chuckling when you mumble a few not so nice words to him sleepily. "I love you, too."