Not Another Teen Fic...

Chapter Thirteen

An: It has been two years... Life happened and stuff. I have lost four different drafts of this so I promise I did try it just... Took a long while ya'know.

Bucky:

Bucky was stood in the train station as he watched the satin haze of orange slip behind murky pools of smog and clouds. The train wasnt due for another fifteen minutes, so he was letting himself think, which proved to be as bad of an idea as it always was, who would have guessed.

A few hours had past since he had pulled Steve into that stupid kiss but it was still all that occupied his mind. He didn’t even know why he did it- well- he knew why, it was Steve stood there all close to him and ramblin’ on and on and he wanted Steve to be quiet… Yeah Buck, that’s why you did it; obviously it had nothing to do with how Steve’s mouth never seemed to shut fully, always hanging slightly open, Hell Bucky could hardly look at the awkward little bastard… But Steve was still talking, simply imagining the movement in his soft lips was temptation itself. He just closed his eyes, shut his brain off and kissed him. Like an idiot.

It was a mistake by anyone’s account, and to make things worse Steve had a girlfriend.

Sharon fucking Carter.

Good God, he would never hear the end of it if this got out. His life would be over, his dad would find out he was a fag then it would be lights out, no more Bucky. If by some miracle he survived his father’s loving torture, he definitely wouldn’t survive Brock. The torment he would put him though. He can’t deal with Brock at the best of times and if this got out- Christ only knew that Brock would only get more public with his… ‘advances’. That would be what pushed him over the edge, Brock knew it too.

Ten minutes, plenty of time to reflect on how he found himself in this mess.

To do this he had to think back to the start of his sophmore year at the school. Its funny how much a year changes someone. When he was 15, he felt like he had the world at his feet, he had confidence, he had style, he felt like he belonged in the town, he had a future there, he had it all.

He had grown up and moved on after the incident and he made some new friends in the new school. Most noticeably Natalia, Brock and Francis. His memories of how or why were shaky, all he remembered was that hitting it off with Brock had to be one of the biggest mistakes of his life. What had started as a harmless little flirtationship quickly subsided into what could only be described as a controlling nightmare. He lived with Brock during the winter break, during this time Brock controlled who he talked to, when he left the house, when he ate, his money and how he used it.

Now despite what the commandos say, Bucky is not dim and enjoys his freedom perfectly well thank you. He was gonna walk, he remembered the feeling well, it was the 4th of january, he had had enough of being Brocks little toy, he was more than ready to give up on trying to fight the control. Just pack his shit and leave, Brock had other ideas, however. He had pinned the younger boy against a wall and screamed at him, Bucky screamed back, gave as bad as he got.  

It was part of their arrangement, Brock would lay down the law, Bucky would push against it, Brock would scream, Bucky would scream back, then somewhere amongst the screaming they found common ground, a compromise, it never hurt anyone and they always kissed and made up.  

On that particular occasion however, it seemed that Brock had tired of their contract, maybe Bucky said something that hit too close to home, or maybe Brock had just had enough of him mouthing off… but it got physical. It hadn’t been much of an altercation, nothing Bucky couldn’t handle but it showed that Brock that could hurt him without a thought. He was “Sorry” for hurting him that day. Just like he was sorry for hurting him on January the 17th and February 2nd and February the 11th and February 20th and February 26th and March 1st and March 4th and March 10th.