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Bucky x Mute!Reader

No.. No, you can't lose her. This can't be the end of it. The HYDRA agents held your sister with a pistol to her head. You had found that she had been captured on her mission an undercover SHEILD agent pretending to work for Red Skull.

"Tell us what you know or she dies."

"No, please. I wasn't told anything! I'll do anything, just please don't hurt her!"

A piercing cry escaped her lips as the agent gripped her by the hair and jerked her head closer to the barrel of the gun. A tear rolled down your cheek as she mouthed the words 'I love you'.

You recognized Captain America and Iron Man bursting through the walls followed by the rest of the Avengers and in a panic, the agent pulled the trigger. The bullet passed straight through her skull and her blood spattered the wall as she fell lifeless to the floor. "NOOO!!! NOOOO!!!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, breaking free of your restraints and attacking the guard who did it. You were on top of his chest, brutally punching your grief into the flesh of his face. Blood blisters began to swell around his eyesockets and the bridge of his nose.

Thor pulled you away from him and grabbed the body of your sister before leaving to take you back to New York. You got legal pronouncement of her death and her body was sent to the morgue. There was no need for an invasive autopsy as it was obvious what killed her.

You found out that the man that did this was killed back at the base where you were held hostage. They took you back to try and cope but it didn't exactly do anything. All you did was cry silently and stare at your sister's blood that painted the wall. Every little speck of red was a piece of her mind once. Her intelligence, creativity, and snarkiness were all reduced to thousands of tiny crimson stains.

Steve came behind you and wrapped his arm around your waist. "I know it hurts. But we're all here for you." You opened your mouth to speak but no words would come out. You needed to speak, why couldn't you make a sound? You saw Clint out of the corner of your eye and motioned him over. You did the only thing you knew how to communicate. You signed to him.

Help translate. I can't speak.

He told the team that you could hear but you couldn't talk. You only knew sign language to talk to Clint when he couldn't hear you very well. You guess it's handy now. They took you back to the Tower where you grieved for a few months. Your sister was your everything. One of maybe 3 people you could trust entrust yourself to.

You sat in your room, in the same place you had been 4 days ago. You refused to eat and you drank only when Clint brought you water. Bucky came to check on you. He was the other person you could confide in. He didn't exactly know what happened so when you didn't reply to him he seemed to get angry.

"Why aren't you talking? Did I do something?" he snapped. You shook your head violently. "Then tell me what's wrong."

My sister is dead, genius.

His eyes fell to the floor. You didn't know he knew sign language. Or at least, by his reaction, it looked like he did. "I know you're hurting but you have to take care of yourself, c'mon."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you from your balled up position on your bed. You hadn't moved in 4 or 5 days so you were incredibly sore when you moved. "First you need to take a shower. Or bath, or whatever."

Bath.

He drew the water and added mint green bath bomb that he found in your drawer. He took off your hoodie and sweatpants leaving you in just your bra and underwear. "Is.. is this okay? I can leave if you want."