Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader

Bully's Baby- Bucky Barnes Pt4 (TRIGGER: Domestic Violence)

You couldn't believe it. How did he even know where you lived? Did he follow you home? Does he usually walk by here? Did he hear your screams? Oh no, that would be very, very bad. Daddy would kill him, shoot him down and make you help him hide the body.

You wanted to help, but you did as you were told and stayed silent.

"(Y/N) isn't allowed to see anyone right now, especially not to some punk like you," Daddy snarled, an angry look plastered across his face. "Well, I really need to talk to her. It's really important," James replied, desperation in his voice. Important? you thought. What was so important he had to come by your house thirty minutes after your tutoring session got over? Maybe he was still having a problem with that equation. Yeah, that's probably it.

"It can't be that important," said Daddy. "It really is Sir. Well, actually, since you're her father maybe I should ask you first anyhow." A confused look spread across your face, but you perked up your ears so that you could listen more closely.

"See, the thing is Sir, is that I like your daughter. I've liked her for awhile but since she's a year under me, I thought it would be scandalous-" You were surprised at the way he used such a large word in the correct manner. "-to try an' ask her to be my gal. But today while she was helping me with my school work, I couldn't help but admire her determination to help a low life like me succeed in something that I don't even want to bother with. So, what I'm trying to get to Sir is, may I take your daughter on a date tonight?" You could hear the trembling in his voice, the sound of what seemed like James holding back his will to cry. You couldn't believe it. The school's biggest jock and bully had a crush on me you thought, nearly laughing at the idea. But, then you realized, that this wasn't an idea, this was real life and it was actually happening.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a horrid scoff coming from Daddy. Oh on, you thought. "You?!" You Father replied as you heard his heavy footsteps go onto the porch. "You are no good, white trash just like her! You son of bi-" "(Y/N) is not trash! And if that is what you think of her, then you do not deserve to be in her life or even apart of it for that matter!" James screamed, taking step forward towards your Father. Without thinking or hesitating, you spoke up instantly.

"James! You need to leave now or he'll kill you!" you shouted, making the quick decision that saving James was more important than saving yourself.

"(Y/N)!" James screamed. You could hear the fear and worry in his voice and he shoved your father away from him and stormed into the house to find you. "(Y/N)! Wher- Oh my God." His voice drifted off as he rushed over to you, taking your still-bleeding hands into his own. "James," you gasped wearily as you steadied yourself on him. "You need, you need to leave right now o-or he'll kill you." you explained.

You attempted to stand but doubled over onto the floor, your body shaking with adrenaline. You were used to anxiety attacks. Most of them occurred after beatings while you sat alone in your room, but they were known for having the absolute worst timing.

"Oh my God (Y/N), what has that monster done to you?" He asked you, tears spilling down his red cheeks. "You. Need. To. Go. Now" You told him with hurried, jagged breaths.

"Why you little piece of shit! Get your ass over here and fight like a man!" Daddy hollered as he used the railing on the porch for leverage as he stood up and headed back into the house. "James," you cried. "You need to leave now. He will kill you. What part of that do you not understand? Now go!" James looked down at you, sympathy in his eyes, and simply shook his head.

James' eyes turned dark real quick. Anger over took him as he approached your drunk of a father and decked him in the nose, sending your Daddy to the ground hollering, blood pouring from his nose. James then kneeled down beside the old bastard, grabbing him by the collar, and began beating his face to a pulp.

Hit after hit after hit, you watched in horror as you realized what James was going to do. "James!" you screamed, but he did not answer your call! "James! Look at me!" No answer. "James Buchanan Barnes! You have to stop! Please stop!" You yelled. Finally, he heard you and looked up at your tear stained face. He let go of your father's collar and came over to you, his eyes flashing back to a soft and gentle color instead of the harsh and terrifying look he had held only seconds before hand.

"(Y-Y/N)? Are you alright?" He asked you, shame and guilt clearly showing in his voice and facial features. And, this time, you told someone the truth. "No," you replied. "No, I am not fine."

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It was a long time before the cops arrived, the neighbors had gotten their nine-year-old son, Jimmy, to run down to the Police Department and get the Sherriff. Apparently, they had heard all the screaming and yelling and became frightened for your safety. You Father, fortunately, had only suffered from a broken nose and a bruised face, but he would not be looking the same way he did before the incident. James was never charged with anything, pleading "Not-Guilty" with the plea of "Self-Defense" and after you gave your statement to the court, your Father was charged with thirty years in the county jail on account of theft, abuse, and, for what he had done to you oh-so recently, attempted murder.

You still had a lot of hardships ahead of you, though. The Judge had decided to send you to therapy to help you deal with your years of emotional and physical abuse. You still had to finish school and you were pretty far behind. Plus, your hands had to heal before you could physically do anything, let alone giving your mind time to heal.

So there you were, sitting in the school's library, studying for your third quarter exam when you felt a chair pull up next to you. You smiled, knowing instantly who it was.

"Well, good aftern-" You were cut off by a pair of soft lips being placed onto your own. James cupped your face with his hands, kissing you gently and sweetly. You gave a surprised squeal, receiving a glare from the librarian. 

"Shh!" said the librarian, causing James to jump. The librarian continued to give you both a dirty look until she decided to get back to shelving books. "Sorry," James whispered quietly and then turned to look at you.

"Well, that was... Interesting," You stated, feeling your cheeks burn from the cherry red blush that had crept onto your face. "Well, I thought that was amazing," He said chuckling lightly while taking your hand and looking deep into your eyes. You smiled and looked at him, thinking how you never thought  something like this could ever happen to you.

"I really like you (Y/N), I I'm pretty sure I always  will." He told you in a soft, caressing voice. You laughed slightly. "I suppose I enjoy your company as well, James." You both leaned in and kissed, smiling into it.

"Oh, and (Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"The name is Bucky."

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-i