Mostly short one shots covering Bucky Barnes in different situations and AUs, from the 1940s to the present. Some will be soft, some dark, and some hopefully humorous.
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Author notes: Sometimes a writer struggles with inspiration and sometimes it comes from out of the blue. The inspiration for this story came from the photoshoot Sebastian did for Entertainment Weekly, promoting The Apprentice. Several pictures gave me a media mogul vibe and I went from there. It's short, and what happens after the ending is left to your imagination. Go wild.
I sat there beside the sergeant's desk, waiting to be released after being bailed out, worrying about Bucky's reaction when he got up there. It wasn't my fault this time. It really wasn't, but I knew that wasn't going to wash with him. This time he wouldn't be able to keep it out of the news as it was already going viral over social media. The door behind me opened, making me turn in curiosity, and John Walker came out, still holding an ice bag to his nose. Shaking my head, I faced forward, ignoring him.
"You broke my fucking nose," he whined, as he passed me, looking back as I sat there.
"You're lucky I didn't break more," I answered, the fire within me flaring up again. "Next time, maybe you'll think twice about bullying some kid because you didn't get your exact favourite brand of fucking still water. God, you're such a dickwad."
"John, let it go," said his lawyer, guiding him towards the door out of the office. "You can press civil charges for the injury."
"No, he can't!" I yelled, before the door closed. "He assaulted me. It's all over social media and all my friends saw him shove me first."
The sergeant at the desk glared at me and I sat back in my chair, then repositioned the ice bag on my right hand. I probably broke something on Walker's stupid nose. Then the door into the office opened, and Bucky walked in. He just stood there for the longest moment with that look on his face, the one that told me I really fucked up good this time. It wasn't an angry look, but it was disappointed and that, more than anything, upset me. I could feel the tightness begin in my throat and then my lips began to tremble. Clamping my jaw down I suppressed the urge to cry, not because I didn't want to but because if I did, any one there could take a picture of me, and it would go out on social media with the tags #Bucky Barnes girlfriend arrested again #how many times is too many? #is this the end for Bucky and Skye?
He looked so good as well, wearing clothes I helped pick out. The oversized tweed jacket paired with the black slacks, mint green dress shirt and deep brown tie was something else. Prada really suited him. He smiled at the sergeant, offering him the receipt for my bail.
"Did a paramedic check Ms. Knight's hand?" he asked.
The sergeant nodded. "She refused treatment. They thought she might have broken it." He looked over at me. "She's been okay here, except when Walker came out."
Bucky smirked. "Yeah, assholes have that affect on her. Are we good here?"
The sergeant smiled and handed Bucky his receipt back as well as my purse. With an audible exhale he came over to me and kneeled down, gently removing the ice bag from my right hand, then inspecting it himself.
