Marvel Imangines

Scars

Bucky 

Bucky's POV

It was when while she was getting ready for the day. I had always wondered why she always covered for arms. I just thought she was always cold. But then I suspicious when it was a 93 degree summer day and she still wore a long sleeve Shane Dawson shirt. Finally, I caught her in the act. Well, now it was fall so she put on an undershirt and searched through her may jackets on long sleeves for for the right one to wear today. I just got a glimpse of the lines. I was curious. "Hey, Kiki, what's that?" I asked innocently. Not knowing that would cause her to freeze up in fear. She was frozen except for her heaving chest. 

"A tank top." She lied, knowing what I'm really talking about. I sighed and walked over to her, getting a closer look at her forearms. She swiftly wrapped her arms around her stomach. Okay, now I'm worried. 

"What are hiding?" I asked, arms crossed over my chest. She didn't dare to make eye contact. Kiki gulped. No response. I uncrossed my arms and grabbed her wrist with my metal arm. She tried to pull away but to no avail. 

My heart broke at what I saw. 

There was two deep, long scars going down each arm. But, if you looked closer, you could see tiny scars going across around it. 

Self-Harm  

I couldn't believe it. Kiki was such a caring person. Always putting others before her-That was it. She never took time to care about herself. She was hurting and no one saw. So she took her anger and sadness out on herself. Kiki sniffling brought me out of my train out of thought. I glanced at her. She already had tears in her red eyes. "So now you know why I cover my arm all the time." She concluded, her voice breaking. I lower her wrist but don't let go. I stare into her beautiful chocolate eyes. 

"When was this?" I asked, fearing the answer. 

"5 years ago." She answered. We met 3 years ago. But god, I still feel like I could've done something. I looked at her horrid wrists one more time. 

"Why?" I breathed, my chest tightening. I could tell it was going to be hard conversation. So, I slowly guided her to the bed, sitting her on my lap. 

I wrapped my metal arm around her waist, lightly tracing the scared on her right arm. "I've always hated my life. Growing up with an abusive mother, no dad. Then, being forced to fight at a young age. I never wanted that life. I started cutting at 10. Using the same pocket knife Fury gave me to protect myself. The only person I couldn't protect myself from...is the demons that live inside my head. The same ones who eat at me every day of my life! Reminding me of all my mistakes, failures, worst memory! The only way I can cope with it is...is distracting the mental p-pain with...with ph-physical..." Kiki couldn't continue. I wouldn't let her. I  gently pushed her head into my neck and let her sob, wetting my shirt. I shushed her and rubbed her back.