Bucky Barnes: Tony Starks daughter

02- the vodka spill

"I wouldn't have expected you were this good at football, I mean damn... urm," he paused looking like he was thinking.

I shot him a confused face. "You forgot my name," I laughed.

"No no, I know it's Y/n," he chuckled. "I just never caught your last name."

My dad had told me to not use 'Stark', his last name, and instead to use Rogers. It made me feel weird using Steve's last name, but I imagine it's better than using something like Barnes, instead of a father figure, Bucky was more a best friend, but the benefit was he could be fill in for my dad at any public events, which meant parents evening too, I could imagine that would be really hilarious.

Johnny's laugh snapped me back into reality, I realised I must have been silent for at least ten seconds.

"It's Rogers, Y/n Rogers," I laughed trying to conceal my awkwardness. "Sorry just in another world over here"

"It's fine don't worry," he chuckled. "I was thinking it was Barnes, your hoodie saying it and all."

I had forgotten about the embroidery on my jumper. Sometimes the smell of Bucky's aftershave would catch me out, I'd imagine Bucky and me sat on the roof of the avengers compound, waiting for the sun to set, enjoying each others company.

"I don't want to offended you, but what happened to your hand?" As I told him the story his eyes softened slight, watching and taking in the information intently. I told him about the car and the road and how we hit a tree. I told him that she died and I did not.

Sometimes I thought about how life would've been for her if we were to switch places, I was only young but I think that made it worse. I was much like my father with my achievements, somewhat of a child prodigy, but telling a ten year old that her mother was never coming back can fuck you up for life.

"Y/n, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay, don't worry." I rolled my sleeve back to my elbow, showing the hand, but making sure not to go too high. "I've already got weird looks today about it, but it doesn't matter what other people say," repeating Bucky's words.

[Imagine that but metal like Bucky's]

I remembered what bucky had said to me a few years ago, after having a breakdown about how my hand was getting any better, he hugged me for hours just rocking me back and forth repeating 'it's gonna be all okay' and 'I love you'. That night my real dad was away on business but it was just me and bucky that night, which probably was for the best, he knew exactly what to do.

***Later that day

I rang up happy telling him not to pick me up. I was going to talk a walk home today, I wanted to think a bit. 'It's gonna be all okay' Bucky said to me in my head. It played over and over again. Things were seeming to get better all of a sudden, everything back into place.

I felt a cold splash against the back of my neck. I quickly turned to get splashed again, I didn't know what it was, but it burned my eyes. I dropped my knees and screeched out, I forced my eyes open to see a group of girls, probably my age.

"Thats what you get for talking to my boyfriend," one girl said, as they all laughed I stood up as soon as I smelt the pungent alcohol and wipes my eyes. She must have been Johnny's girlfriend, it seemed like he was just being friendly so I don't understand her problem.

"Hard to wipe your tears with a fucked up arm, isn't it?" One of them said.

I felt a sudden urge of anger and suddenly I threw a punch, releasing so much fucking tension in my head. I had never punched anyone in that much anger before, so I was incredibly suprised at the pain that blazed up my arm as my fist connected with her face.
Johnny's girlfriend stood up holding her nose and ran in the opposite direction and then followed her friends after a few seconds of staring at me.

"Jesus, are you okay?" Someone said behind me, sounding worried, I quickly turned to see the guy I saw this morning.

"Urmm...Not really," I looked down and started to cry.

"Hey, hey. It's okay," he came over to hold my hands, but I flinched them away.

"I'mso sorry," tears streamed down my face. "I shouldn't have fucking come to school today. I don't know what's wrong with me. DO I HAVE ANGER PROBLEMS? It's been one day and I've already hit someone in the face."

He just came over to hug me, "hey, it's all gonna be okay," he tried to reassure me.

That made me cry even more, I remembered about Bucky hugging me about my hand, I remembered my hand being fucked up, I remembered the car crash. I remembered the car. I clearly remembered the crash.
My body shook in his arms. I hated crying in front of people it showed my vulnerability, my weakness.

"Need to go I'm sorry," I released from the hug. "Thank you though." I grabbed my bag from the floor and ran as fast as I could.