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Bucky Barnes- I Want To Be There For You

I think I love Bucky Barnes too much. My Marvel Imagines book seems to be a Bucky Imagines book with the other Avengers sprinkled in here and there. Does that mean I'm going to stop writing Bucky imagines?

No.

A little warning beforehand: this one is a little darker with mentions of the following:
-abuse
-sexual assault (only hinted towards)

If you feel uncomfortable with these themes and events, maybe skip this chapter. If you feel like you can handle it then keep reading.

Enjoy❤❤

Bucky's past haunted him. No matter where he went, he couldn't escape it. He had finally accepted the fact that his trauma was would define him and that it was something he would have to carry through his whole life. He would suffer silently because where would he find someone who could actually help?

Then, he met you.

Your past was something you kept under wraps. You hid your pain so well, not even Tony Stark could find anything about you when you first joined. You had accepted the fact that your past was something you would never tell anyone about. You were going to suffer silently, because who would understand?

You woke up in a cold sweat one night after a dream so vivid, you thought it was real. Your hands shook as you lifted them to check the time- 3:46- and your heart rate- 157bpm.

Slowly, you peeled yourself out of bed and walked over to your bathroom, locking the door behind you. You knew you weren't going to get back to sleep that night. You felt feverish, like your skin was burning up so you pushed you hand past the shower curtain to turn on the cold water. Once a even stream was coming from the shower head, you stripped yourself of your sweatsoaked sleep clothes and stepped into the freezing rush of water. The icy water hurt your skin at first, but it became more comfortable the longer you stood there. You closed you eyes for a moment, wanting to rinse your face, but as soon as you closed your eyes, flashbacks to your horrible dream invaded your mind. Your legs gave out from under you and you were sent crashing to the floor of your shower, the noise startling Bucky awake in the next room. He listened in closely for any indication as to what had happened. Then he heard it. Softly, through the walls; crying. He stumbled out if bed, throwing on some sweatpants and rushing over to your room. He knocked on the door to your bedroom, hoping you would answer and that you would be fine, but no one answered and the crying persisted. He opened the door and stepped into your room. He looked around frantically, trying to find you and make sure you were okay. Then he saw the closed bathroom door, light shining out from under it. He walked over and knocked once again.

"(Y/n)? Are you okay?" He asked loudly hoping you would hear him over the running water. When no reply came he spoke a little louder, "(y/n)!"

"I'm fine!" You cried, swinging your arms in a dismissive motion even though he couldn't see you.

"I heard a crash, are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I just dropped the shampoo bottle," you lied, sobs still racking your body though you tried to speak as evenly as possible. Bucky caught on to how strangely you were speaking.

"It didn't sound like a shampoo bottle, darling," he persisted. You tried to speak but your breathing had become so rushed that you couldn't get a full word out. Your chest ached and hands shook as you finally let yourself go.

He could hear everything. It sounded like you were choking and hyperventilating all at once. He shook the door handle, trying to open it to help you but the door was locked. He pounded on the door, no longer worried about waking the others. He backed up and rammed his shoulder into the door and it came undone. He stumbled through the doorway and kneeled down next to the tub.