Pocahontas|Bucky Barnes

Chapter 25

POCAHONTAS SLAMMED her door behind her, throwing herself on the couch. She was full of anger, her eyes were orange and fire came out of her hands. But if she did anything else, she'd burn the apartment complex down.

How could he do this? She had never seen that side of Bucky before. She wanted to see the good in him, or at least wanted to. And she did. She saw he was just a man who wanted peace. After all, that is all that she wanted. The two wanted the same thing. Peace. They were people out of their time. Bucky, a soldier from the 1940s, and Pocahontas, a princess warrior from the 1600s.

Bucky, filled with guilt and shame, didn't bother going into her apartment and went into his instead. Memories from before played in his mind like a movie, how he broke Cynthia's foot without a second thought and would've continued to do something even worse, if Pocahontas hadn't interfered then. All that was on his mind was to stop her, and wanting her to stop. That was all he wanted, he never meant to lose control like that. White hot anger shot through him, breathing heavily as his muscles tightened and fists clenched as he walked further into his apartment, angry tears blurred his vision as he smashed the first thing that was within reach, which was the table. With his bionic arm. Then continued to trash most of the furniture.

Pocahontas lay on her couch with her hands covering her face. She still could not comprehend what happened. At this point, she didn't know what her and Bucky were. This really made the tables turn. Bucky punched a wall out of frustration and anger, having nothing left to break. He stopped and took a step back, collapsing to the floor from using up his energy on breaking things.

After several moments of silence, he finally just broke. Tears falling freely down his cheeks as he bowed his head, his frame trembled as sobs wracked in his body. He needed his girl, but after what she witnessed, she probably didn't want anything to do with him.

And that made him hate himself even more, everything that he had worked up to build for himself is falling apart. Pocahontas began to cry, knowing that Bucky would hate himself after what he did.

She hated that she wanted to be away from him for this. But she wanted to see him. Through the walls, she could hear a ruckus. She wondered if it was Bucky or someone else, but she was pretty sure it was the super soldier.

Bucky sat there, elbows resting on his knees that were propped up, hands gripped his head, hair still damp from earlier as his fingers combed through it. The overwhelming guilt was eating away at him from the inside out as he rocked back and forth slightly. The anger towards himself for what happened doubled as he berated himself.

Pocahontas finally decided to get up, and changed, since her clothes were wet and burnt. She changed into a tank top and leggings. Barefoot and her hair in a messy bun, she left her apartment and went into Bucky's. If she knocked, he would not have opened for her. So she just opened the door and walked in.

Everything was a mess, if she didn't know any better, it would've looked like a tornado had come through here. The furniture was smashed, shelves were broken, glass was shattered, and right in the middle of all this was the most heartbreaking sight she had ever seen. More than she's ever witnessed out of him since meeting him, even having seen his worst when he was reliving his nightmares of a memory.

"J-James?" She asked, staring at the mess.

He flinched, not having heard her come into his apartment, but made no move to reply. If anything, it made him feel even more guilty, if that was even possible. Pocahontas' facial expression and eyes softened at the sight of him in so much pain. She walked towards him, accidentally stepping on some broken glass. Her sudden yell of pain caused Bucky to quickly look up, his eyes red from crying as he saw that she had stepped barefoot on a piece of glass. He got up from his position on the floor and moved to help her.