Torn {Bucky Barnes FanFic}

Chapter 14

That night, I couldn't sleep. No matter what I did, I couldn't get stupid Reid out of my head. We couldn't let him take control of the Avengers. No, we wouldn't let him. Despite everything going on, Bucky had no trouble falling asleep, and had been snoring for over three hours now. I flipped my pillow over and plopped my head back down. As I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep again, he started mumbling incoherently. I opened my eyes and sat back up.

"Buck," I yawned, shaking his shoulder. "Buck, wake up."

His head rolled from side to side and his fists clenched. "No, no, no," he muttered over and over.

"Wake up," I called louder. "Bucky, wake up, it's just a dream."

"No!"

"Bucky!"

He shot up suddenly, and stumbled out of bed. I furrowed my eyebrows and crawled across towards him. His eyes darted around the room, avoiding me, and his breathing made it sound like he'd just gotten back from a run.

"What's wrong?" I climbed out and walked over to him. "Did you remember something?"

I tried to put my hands on his face, but he quickly pushed me away.

"Bucky, come on," I whispered. "Remember, you can tell me anything."

He sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands as he shook his head. "Not this. I can't tell you this."

"Yes, you can!" I sat next to him and put my hands on his arm. "I don't care what you've done. I know you, Bucky. I know you didn't want to do what they made you."

"You won't think that if I tell you this." There were tears forming in his eyes, and I grew more and more scared of what his dream could've been.

"You don't know that."

"But I do, Cara, I do!" He insisted. "I need to leave."

I grabbed his wrist as he stood and pulled him back. "Not until you tell me what's going on."

He shuddered and closed his eyes. "Please, just let me walk away."

"No," I said sharply. "I'm not letting you walk away from this. You promised you would tell me from now on."

Bucky looked at me with deep pain in his eyes. "They told me that they were terrorists and needed to be taken out in a way that seemed discrete," he began hollowly. "So I followed their car one night after they had dinner. I had placed a bomb in it, but needed to be sure it looked like an accident. When they crossed into a less crowded part of a city I shot out their tires and they swerved into the other lane. Their car hit another and exploded. They both died."

"You didn't do that," I said, rubbing his arm gently. "They made you."

"They weren't terrorists, just onto Hydra," he continued. "They had two kids. A multimillion dollar empire. The man helped build SHIELD."

I suddenly felt sick to my stomach and drew away slowly. "No," I whispered. "That's not possible."

"I'm sorry, Cara. I'm so sorry."

"Oh my god," I stood up and covered my mouth with my hand. "No, it's not true. I don't care. It's not true!"

"I killed your parents, Cara! It's my fault their dead," he snapped. "You've been sleeping with the person who took them from you."

I flinched and tears welled in my eyes. "Don't say that!"

"It's the truth!" He spat. "I told you, I'm a monster."