Marvel Imangines

Break-Ups - B.B and T.S

Bucky

Bucky's POV

I overheard Summer on the phone. Normally, I wouldn't eavesdrop. But, her voice was raw and cracking. I placed my ear on her door.

"It's because I'm not good enough, isn't it? Because I'm the freak with the deadly metal arm at school!....We were happy together. What changed?....Oh, I get it now. You don't want to be seen with me. You're getting bullied because you're the freak's girlfriend. Or, maybe your friends or family told you to break up with me....Then tell me! I would really like to know!....You know what? Fine. If you want us to be over, then its over....Don't ever call me baby again."

With that, I could hear her sniffling. I heard footsteps and turn around to see Sam with a confused look. "They...They broke up." I explain in a hushed voice. Sam's jaw drops but then he sighs and shakes his head.

"That's some shit man." He complains. I nod in agreement.

"Jared wouldn't tell her the reason. That's what pissed her off the most." I add. Sam shakes his head again.

"I'll let 'chu know when I get that boy's address. Summer deserves answers. She was nothing but nice to that boy." Sam says. I turn my gaze to the floor. Sam was right.

"I better head in there before her anxiety hits." I say awkwardly. Sam nods and walks away. I knock on the door. "Summer? Can I come in?" I call.

"Yes."

I opened the door to find her sitting on her bed, hands in her hair. She looked deep in thought. I closed the door and sat next to her. She sniffled again. I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm sorry, babydoll. I heard everything." I say. She crumbles into my chest.

"I know the reason. I'm a freak." She states. She examined her arm before clenching his fist. I squeezed her tighter.

"No. You're not a freak. You're my daughter. Freak does not describe you in anyway. You are beautiful, smart, talented. Nothing that relates to freak. You metal arm, is a gift. Sure, it's a give from hell. But I know you can use it for good. Like me. Don't ever call yourself a freak again." I encourage. She hugs me back. "Now, if you excuse me, I have a little boy- I mean mission to finish." I joke. Summer chuckles. That when someone knock on the door loudly.

"I GOT HIS ADDRESS!!" Sam yells. Summer looks at me in shock.

"I was joking. Apparently Uncle Sam was not." I explain. Summer shrugs.

"I don't what you do." Summer says, laying her head on my chest.

"SAM LET'S GO!" I shouted back. I heard Sam give his fake evil laugh.

"I'M IN TOO!" Gamora shouts. I smirk. I kiss the top of Summer's head.

"So, how are we going to hurt him?" Sam asks, looking at Gamora and I. We all sat in thought.

"He's a teenage boy! He has to have some kind of electronic device he cares about!" Gamora suggests.

"Good idea! We'll break one just like her broke Summer's heart!" Sam finishes.

"Shatter it to pieces." I mumble loudly.

It was 1:14 on a Wednesday. Everyone was gone at Jared house. Well, except for the cat. But the cat didn't shit. If anything it rubbed against Gamora's leg. We had broken in through the open window in the kitchen. We found Jared's room. I took a look around while Sam and Gamora searched. There were pictures of both of them everywhere. But, they were all messed up. One picture was a selfie of them in a frame. The glass was shattered. Another photo, he cut Summer's metal arm out. In one, Summer's face was 'x'ed out. There was a picture of just Summer, 'freak' was written across it with a red sharpie. My blood boiled at every inch I looked. "Guys! Look at this." Gamora called, holding a sheet of notebook paper. I ripped out of her hands.