#BUCKYLOVE

Mrs. Stark □ Part 2

I am truly sorry for the lack of updates. And for the fact that this is kinda short.

(I might or might not be saving money to go to SDCC when the Civil War cast goes there...)

Warning: immense feels, language, blood
Word count: 501

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You remember pain. Burning. Smoke. You remember opening your heavy eyelids, furrowing your eyebrows when the world seemed upside-down. Then you felt the pain rush in. Your wrist throbbed, surely broken. Your thigh had many, medium-sized glass fragments imbedded in the skin, your entire upper leg and part of your abdomen soaked in a mixture of yours and your husband's blood.

You sucked in a sharp breath, praying for everything to end, daring to glance to your left. Howard was crumpled on the car roof, a pool of blood circling around him.

"Howard?" You asked in a raspy voice, reaching out to shake him, even though you knew he wasn't waking up. You closed your eyes tightly and shifted so you were on your back, waiting for it all to end.

Then footsteps started approaching. You felt a small glimmer of hope; maybe this person would save you.

Boy, were you wrong.

The car door was ripped from its hinges, flying across the street where it was thrown. You were yanked rather harshly from your upturned seat and almost tossed onto the gravel beside the road. The dark figure, who you now knew was a man, began removing the glass from your leg, showing no mercy even when you cried out in pain.

"Stop!" You shouted, using all of your strength to push him away, making him fall beside you, his face visible in the light. You were able to get on top of him and pin him out, even with your whole body crying out in pain.

"What are y-" You stopped when you got a look at his face. Before you thought you were dreaming, but now... you had to pinch yourself.

Those blue eyes that haunted your nightmares for years were staring straight at you.

"James..." You breathed out, letting the name that only inflicted pain slip off your lips. A lone tear dripped onto his cheek, his emotionless facade cracking momentarily as he cocked his head slightly, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"Who are you?" He asked, his mind not fully demolished, thanks to the weak wiping machinery HYDRA currently owned.

"I-Its (Y/N), Buck. H-How are you even...?"

"Who's James?"

Your heart broke, a sob unwillingly escaping your chest. Your weak arms gave out, and you fell onto his chest, your tears falling onto his leather coat.

After those years of crying, those years of emptiness, those years with the physical incapability to love another, the one man that could fix it all barely knew himself.

"I need you back." You cried. He picked you up off of himself, cradling you in his arms as he stood, walking into the forest.

You don't know when you blacked out.

Written by Alex