Broken: A Bucky Daughter Story

Chapter 43

A/N- Slightly early chapter because I'm busy all weekend

Bucky stood there in disbelief. Quickly he turned around to catch up to her.

"What's up?" Bucky asked gently.

"Nothing. Just... get out of my way," Natasha answered.

"Please," Bucky insisted.

"No. I can't do this anymore ok? Leave." She was staring ahead, not turning to face him.

"What can't you do? Me? What do you need? Let me help you," he pleaded.

"I need you to leave. Or can't you get that through your thick skull?"

Bucky stared at her as she walked away, this time not chasing after her.

Natasha knew what she did. And yet she did it anyway. She had to. She had to protect herself. After the mission, her mind kept on replaying the same thought. 'He was going to hurt her.' Bucky wasn't any different. Everyone else hurt her so why wouldn't he? 'Because we have had fun. Because we've kissed. Because he looks genuinely happy to see me when we go out,' her mind argued. But she had already pushed him away. It was better that way she told herself.

Meanwhile Isabelle was at school in math with Peter and Blake. She couldn't get it out of her head. 'But what if he does something? I think I like him but what if he does something?' "But he wouldn't. He helped me before. He wouldn't," Isabelle murmured to herself. It was like an internal battle in her mind. Blake looked at her. "You ok?" he asked. Isabelle nodded. She wasn't going to tell him anything. Isabelle looked up at the question covered board and sighed. Because of her stupid brain, she hadn't been paying attention to anything the teacher had said. Peter looked up at her and was going to say something but Blake bet him to it. "Do you need help?" he asked. Isabelle gave a sheepish smile, "Yes please." Peter turned back to his work, a smile forming on his face.

Peter knew. He 100% knew. But he wondered how MJ was going to handle it once she found out. He knew she was protective of Isabelle, he just hoped that MJ wasn't going to do something stupid once she figured it out.

Isabelle left school with a smile on her face. She knew it was irrational but she couldn't help but smile when she thought of Blake. Though the thought in the back of her head was still wriggling around. And then Natasha. She couldn't wait until tomorrow, so she could go and see her. Hopefully she will get some answers.