Avengers Smut/Fluff

Bucky Barnes- Control

An: ANOTHER THING FULL OF ANGST. I'M SORRY TISSUE FACTORIES, I NEED ALL SUPPLIES TO MY COMMENTS PRONTO.

Bucky liked to control the things in his life, and you understood this within reason. Any mission you two would be on, he was your partner. If you wanted him to try a new food, he got to pick what it was. Even in bed he was very dominant, which you loved.

But Bucky could only think of the bad things at the moment as he sat on your shared bed, the blinds darkening the room enough for him to see the black, purple, and white comforter that was bunched up behind him, on your side of the bed. The one fucking thing he couldn't control was what was trying to shine through the blinds.

The fucking weather.

This one mission was supposed to be a quick one. It was, until a hurricane came through and ripped the city you were in apart. It was somewhere half way across the world. All Bucky could think was that he should have been with you.

They couldn't find anything on you at all. No proof of you even going away, which was normally a great thing. But they didn't even have a body to bury. Suddenly and violently, Bucky shot up out of bed and went insane. He ripped through his own things, not even daring touching yours. Within seconds the room was trashed and Bucky stood there panting, out of breath. He whipped around to destroy the next thing he saw, but it was a sketch on a large canvas of you and Bucky cuddling on the windowsill, looking out to the early morning sky.

Steve finally got into the locked room and hos hear broke at the sight in front of him. His best friend breaking down and completely defeated. He went right to Bucky and embraced his old friend, mentally declaring he would look for you until he himself found answers.

It had been a few years now since the last sight of you. Bucky has never stopped trying to look for you, but he was lonely. He packed away your art and tried to start dating again. He even got an apartment with this nice woman who worked in the office below the living spaces at the tower. But he didn't truly love her, she was just someone to try to keep him warm at night.

Bucky had finally gotten a lead on you one day, a video showing up at the tower. Bucky was rushing around the apartment when his new girl stopped him. "I found you with her old stuff Bucky. Either you get rid of it, or I will." She snapped, crossing her arms.

"You will not touch anything, you hear me? And we finally got a lead on where she-" The woman stopped his talking by letting out a bratty groan.

"She is DEAD Buck. D E A D. I have a feeling you love her still." She tried walking to him, but Bucky walked back. "Don't touch anything of hers, and she is still alive." He said threateningly, and he slammed the door on his way out.

Steve kept pacing back and forth as his anxiety kept rising. As Bucky walked through the door, He jumped to start the video that was sent. The rest of the Avengers sat there and cried as they watched you being poked and prodded, demanded to get answers from. Then in the next frame they were injecting you with a certain substance Steve and Bucky knew all too well, the super soldier serum. As your screams erupted though the room, Steve instructed FRIDAY to scan through the rest of the video for something that would give them anymore leads.

Before they got answers from FRIDAY, FRIDAY came though the com and told the Avengers of an attack on the tower. Bucky ran to the kitchen and grabbed a few knifes, using them to make his way through the tower. What stopped the man in his tracks was the small figure in front of him. She was caked in dirt and blood, tears soaking her cheeks.

"Bucky!" She cried out as she held her arms out, and he noticed they were thicker than before. All of her way, in a good way, but at the same time the video of her being injected flashed in his mind.

"(Y/N)!" Bucky wailed out, running to you and hugging your tired body to his own. Soon enough the tower was declared safe and taken back, Bucky helped you limp to the living room to the other Avengers. What threw Bucky off was that his girlfriend was there. She polightly help her hand out to (Y/n).

"Hi, I'm Rachel (sorry if that's your name). I'm Bucky's girlfriend. You must be (Y/N)." She gave you a shit eating grin, and everyone saw the last bit of light you held onto went slightly dimmer, but it was still barely there.

You just took her hand and almost crushed it, causing her to cry out in pain. You had the control now. "I know of how you mentally abused Bucky. Telling him I never loved him back, that I was dead and never going to come back. Or how you would purposely talk about me to your friends when he was around. Saying how I ran off without him. Well I am back now, and he was only using you to try to make himself feel better. Bucky will be moving back to the tower, his real home. I will have all of my shit back, too. Bucky, you and I will have separate rooms and work on whatever else is between us, unless you want to stay with this slut who fucks other guys behind your back?" You said the last part with venom and malice in your voice.

"Sounds good to me." Bucky finally said, and Rachel scoffed.

"For now Bucky, come shower with me and cuddle. Please?" You asked as you let the tiredness fill your face. He only nodded, gripping your hand into his own and walking into your old shared room. He helped you pull your hoodie off, trying to be careful of the bruises and cuts that littered your body. Once he got you undressed, Bucky took his own clothes off.

While he was getting the shower to the right temp for you, he looked your way in adoration. "I'm so sorry for trying to move on. It's been years and I never lost hope that you were out there, but I just kept thinking that you would want me to move on if you were really dead." He looked to the ground as you slowly limped to him, putting one hand on his cheek and raising his face to meet your own.

"Bucky, that is exactly what I would want you to do. I don't want you to be lonely, but not to lie when Rachel was there and told me she was my replacement, I broke a little on the inside. Plus with everything else that has happened, I want to start fresh. Take things slow, strictly cuddles for a little bit." You giggled as Bucky nodded and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your nose before helping you into the shower.

After a struggle to wash your two's bodies, Bucky held you from behind as the water washed over the front of your body. Lulling your head to one side, Bucky reached over to turn the water off. He got two towels and helped dry you off and change into panties and one of his shirts.

Picking you up and carrying you to the bed that still had the same comforter on it, Bucky softly laid you down and jogged to the other side of the bed and laid beside your giggling. Wrapping his arms around you, he noticed a certain softness of a body pillow instead of your body.

Bucky whipped his head around the room, he had just waken up from a dream. A dream where you were still alive. Your body was found a few months after the hurricane, but it was still taking time for Bucky to remember that as he woke up. His heart broke all over again, letting the sobs take over his body this time instead of suppressing his emotions.

"Why didn't you come back to me?!?" He roared into the empty room, his sobs continuing until his throat was bloodied and raw. Oh woe is Bucky.