Storm Of Pain (Bucky X Reader)

The Closet

It was cold and dark, but it was so much better than being more than three feet close to Ray. We sat down on our old and dirty duvets as I turned on a small lamp. There wasn't much light. However, there was enough to see Bucky's face. There was a cut on his head and a bruise around his eye. He then had a swollen and bleeding lip from his most recent contact with Ray. I grabbed some wipes I had stolen from the bathroom and started to clean the blood off of his face. I picked up a piece of smashed mirror from when Ray got drunk and smashed the mirror from the bathroom. I had a look at my own face. I had a black eye and a large cut from the top of my forehead. I then had a small gash on my eyebrow from where I fell and hit the corner of the table. “Are you okay?” asked Bucky. He put his hand on my shoulder, the concern on his face obvious. I sighed. “Never better.” I said as I put the mirror down and smiled at him. I shook off the terror of seeing my own face and focused on Bucky’s. He was now squinting from the pain coming from the bruise by his ocean blue eyes.

I grabbed a wipe and started cleaning up the blood around the gashes. He squinted a little as a bit of the wet wipe touched one of his gashes. “Sorry.” I whispered to him. He looked up at me and smiled gently. I smiled back. I put my hand by his biggest cut and concentrated. I closed my eyes and thought of everything that had ever happened. Suddenly small pieces of ice gently shot out of my hand and on to Bucky's gash. I froze his cut together to stop the bleeding. I’ve never been able to control my powers. I have to really concentrate. I repeated the process for his other cut. I put my hand over it and concentrated. I froze his cut.

I grabbed the mirror and once again continued the process with my own face. I did it with both of my gashes and then cleaned up the blood around it. “Thanks, it's cold, but thanks.” smiled Bucky softly. I looked at him gently as I held his soft, comforting hand. “Well your just going to have to deal with the cold, aren't you?” I said as I wiped my hands clean from the blood that landed on them from cleaning up our faces. I put the wipe back in the packet ready to reuse for the next time a beating would be delivered. It could be in a week or the very next day. Ray was unpredictable.

I lay down in the cold and damp closet. I reached up and turned off the dim lamp and then reached for my dirty duvet. Bucky had already reached his side of our closet serving as a bedroom. I lay back down in the darkness and stared at the ceiling. "Night Hazel." whispered Bucky as he shuffled around, trying and failing to get comfortable on the hard floor. "Night Buck." I whispered back to him.
I shuffled around for a bit until I got in a position which seemed to be the comfiest. I stared in front of me and thought about all the things that have happened. Eventually I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.