Bucky Barnes imagines

Til Death Do Us Part

A/N: idk why I'm writing all angsty/sad imagines, but I'll try to get out a fluffy one soon, I promise. P.S., I hope this isn't super shitty.

Kinda based off an imagine I read on Tumblr.

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On that day just shy of a month ago... we promised ourselves to each other.
We read our vows to one another, promising to love and support each other in sickness and in health, and everything that went along with it... until death do us part.

The reality of the last statement seemed ages away, a day that we would never have to even think about until we were retired in a nice home far away from... whatever you would call this mess. The Avengers... the fighting... everything.

Bucky promised me that we would leave, as soon as everything was alright. He did not want to leave Steve and the others to the chaos of the world around them, and I understood. I was reasonable, and agreed to stay with him. All was well.

Until one night, everything suddenly wasn't

I was laying on my shared bed on my laptop, looking at houses tucked far out of view in the country. Bucky was on a mission with Steve and a few of the others. A loud crash broke the comfortable silence and I frowned as I shut my computer and sat up. "Friday, what's going on?"

The bedroom door burst open, and a large man in black stepped into the room, a nasty grin on his face. "I'll give you three guesses."

My eyes focused on a patch on his uniform: a red circle with a black octopus. I froze as I glanced back at his face. "You can't have him."

"Oh, I can't?" He laughed and shook his head as he stepped closer to the bed. "Who said he was my mission?"

My throat went dry as he pulled a knife from his belt and continued to move closer. I shifted and moved towards the opposite end of the bed before pulling out a gun from my nightstand drawer. "Don't get any closer."

"You know... I would've thought you would've been a lot more intimidating, being the Winter Soldier's wife and all..." In a split of a second, the knife flew threw the air and pierced my hand, causing the gun to slip through my fingers and a cry of pain from my lips. "But really, you're just a soft girl from the city who some how managed to get past his ugly history with HYDRA."

I pulled the knife out with a grunt, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my hand as the blood trailed down onto the clean sheets. "He's never going to return into your hands, no matter what you do."

"Really?" He lunged forward and grabbed my wrist, yanking me towards him. "You don't think that murdering his wife won't prompt him to seek revenge and coming to find us?"

"He knows better than that." I gritted my teeth before spitting in his face, causing him to reel backwards. I used the opportunity to land on my back and kick him in the crotch. After he released my wrist, I scrambled off the bed and grabbed my phone before running out of the room. As I tried to find somewhere to hide, I immediately called Bucky. "Pick up, pick up, pick up." I gritted my teeth as I found a closet and went inside, locking the door behind me.

After a few seconds, the line clicked and a cheery voice began to speak. "Well, how is my darling wife doing this evening?"

"How far are you from home?" I whispered urgently, hearing the man start to walk down the hall.

"Not far. Probably twenty minutes. Why?"

"No matter what happens, Buck, do not go after them. Okay?" I felt the tears pool in my eyes and become evident in my tone. "Stay away."