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Cuts}Bucky

Buckys POV

*warning this may be a trigger for some people*

I was picking up paint with y/n. I had punched a hole through the wall and wanted to paint over it. We finally settled upon blue paint and bought 5 cans of it, she insisted that only get three but I wanted to paint the apartment.
Y/n was wearing a longer shirt then usual but she still looked beautiful. Her shirt lifted up, there was little cuts on her stomach. I closed my eyes, I was imagining things. We continued to paint, the same thing would happen. I couldn't stand it anymore,
"y/n, who gave you those cuts, whose hurting you?" She got off her ladder and just looked at.

"That happen along time ago-" she looked down pulling her shirt down.

"Doll who hurt you?" I took her hands and sat her down.

"I don't want to talk about not right now." I nodded my head and embraced her.

"I just want you to know that I love you."

"I love you too,"

A DAY LATER

I wanted to know where the scars came from. The other day I noticed a cut on her neck that i never noticed before, yesterday I saw cuts on her upper thighs, I had seen that area of her for a while now. Why hadn't I see it before? I wanted to know who was hurting y/n, needed to know. I didn't want to push her, didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so I waited.

I was walking y/n, talking about random shit that I found funny. Anything that popped into my head I said. Y/n seemed to enjoy listening to me talk, she was always a good listener. Y/n moved her hair, then I scar the cuts on her wrist, clicked.

Your POV

Bucky stopped talking and grabbed you wrist. You try to pull away, but he is too strong.

"Who has hurt you." You feel your eyes water up, you dont anwser. "Y/n, please tell me the truth."

"No one hurt me, I did that. When I was a teenager I wasn't in a good place and I used hurting myself and drugs as a coping skill." You turn away from him, trying to hind your eyes. Bucky is silent for a second.

"Do you still self harm?"

"No not anymore." You turn towards him, he was crying as well.

"D-do still use drugs." You knew the answer right away was, yes. You had always had a drug addiction sense 13 and have never been able to shake it. You nodded your head very silently. "I want to help you, doll, when I first saw you I knew I could never lose you. Please let me help you." Tears were streaming down yours and Bucky's face.

"Only if you promise not to look down on me and make me feel like a surviver of myself. That's what all those group homes and facilities made me feel like, that I was some monster who destroyed people because of my actions-"

"I would never make you feel like that, I only want to love and protect you and I'll do the therapy with you." Bucky pulled you into him and let you cry on his shoulder.

To be continued...