Mostly one-shots, possibly ones with a couple parts to them. My favorite love interest is Bucky because Sebastian Stan is unGodly attractive and does such an amazing job with him. Therefore, most of these will probably be Bucky stories, sorry not so...
You are teammates with Bucky and Sam. You and Bucky aren't really friendly. But Rumlow tries to use you to get to Bucky. What happens when you have to then go see Bucky himself for help?
Warnings: Language, violence, pictures of (fake) injuries. Written from your POV as 'Hailey'.
Rumlow dropped me off on a random sidewalk, onto the curb like trash. I fell into a heap of pain and blood. This was the worst day. What started as trying to meet with him to find peace, ended with me being beaten.
Whoever he's working for wants Bucky, and they wanted me to give them information. Which, of course, I refused to give up anything. But that wasn't for lack of them trying their damnedest. They beat me to hell.
The car sped off.
I forced my head up to look around. The sky was dark, and the street around me was empty. There were no people, no cars, and only a few dim street lights.
After dragging myself to my feet, I began limping around to figure out where I was dumped. I needed to get home.
I was relieved to see I knew exactly where I was, but I groaned because the closest person was not someone I wanted to go see. Without much of a choice - since I don't have my phone or wallet- I set on my way. His apartment isn't far from here.
Thankfully there was someone coming out of the building as I got to out. I hid my face as best as I could as they held the door for me.
I got to his door and took a deep breath before lifting my hand to knock.
After a few seconds he opened the door. "Hailey? What do you... what the hell happened? Who did this to you?" His posture changed as he saw the cuts, blood and bruises. Gone was the stern, cold soldier, and now in front of me was a man who seemed to actually be concerned.
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I took a tiny step back when he stepped at me. "I'm sorry. I wouldn't bother you except that I got dropped off not far from here and you were the closest person. I didn't know where else to go."
He tucked his finger under my chin and lifted, making me wince slightly at the gentle movement. He inspected my face a little, "I won't ask again. Who. Did. This?"
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