When you need something to help you stay alert study, you found a whole lot more than you were looking for. Tatted and massive. He was what your dreams were made of, but is he a nightmare? He claimed you, and now he intends on keeping you. No ma...
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, scratching, blood, minor blood kink, slapping, mentions of abuse from Peggy, sex in front of someone, PIV sex, unprotected sex, mild breeding kink, creampie, mentions of reader's IUD removal, arrest, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 5.6K
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"Woah, woah," Bucky says, jumping in front of Steve. His hands press into his friend's chest as he shakes his head. Using force to push him back. Not able to say in words just what Steve needs to realize, "You can't just barge in there."
"The fuck I can't. Move. Immediately. I need to see her," Bucky shakes his head. His normally bright eyes are worn. Exhausted to a point of unrecognizing. "Please?" Steve softly begs. "I need to know she's okay."
"She's not," Bucky responds. The heavy weight of needing to tell Steve that you aren't okay finally getting lighter as he says two words. "She's alive, but she's not okay."
Bucky's hands fall to his side, while Steve's mouth falls open. His mental exhaustion starting to catch up with him. "I don't know what that means, Buck."
"Bruce checked her vitals. She's stable, but mentally, and physically worn. She survived, which is the best possible scenario. We got her out, and she's here."
Steve gulps, his eyes looking around at all the closed doors. He knows that he's going to get one chance to bolt to your room. If he goes to the wrong one, someone will stop him from going into another room using brute force. He has one chance. "What does that mean?"
"She's a survivor," he answers softly. Proud of you for remaining resilient and strong.
"Did — did, my god," his voice cracks as he shakes his head. "Did someone touch her?"
"Yeah, but she isn't talking to tell us who or what they did, but — you can see she's been beaten," Steve swallows bile, his eyes don't return to Bucky. One shot. One moment to get this right. They wouldn't put you in the front of the house, or in the back, you'd be too close to an entrance. They'd put you on the level floor, close to where food was, and you wouldn't have to walk far. They'd make sure you have your own bathroom.
"Steve," Bucky says, but doesn't attempt to grab at his friend as he rushes past him. Bucky knows if anyone tried to keep him away from his Shy Violet he would bully past them. Bucky stands frozen while Steve dashes to the room he thinks is yours, and slings the door open.
Sighing, smiling, crying when he sees your sleeping form curled into a ball on the bed. You look so tiny, and infant-like. Your body seizes and twitches around, and you hold your legs to your chest tighter, and Natasha turns to watch Steve.
