NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT (BUCKY BARNES x OC)

Chapter 67

Is it like bad to say that I've been waiting to release this specific chapter since I uploaded the first one? There's just so much— wait I can't say anything okay enjoy the chapter!

TW: Domestic Violence, Partying, Drinking, Sex, Violence
Word Count: 3650

I hadn't seen Bucky or talked to him since the day he came down to set up the consultation. It was Saturday, the party was that night, and the consultation was less than a week away now. The bruises on my body were faded to the point where they weren't visible in most lighting.

I was thankful that Cody got angry last night and stormed out of the apartment. I spent the first part of my day alone and enjoyed almost every minute of it. I snuggled with Alpine and watched a show.

I took a nap later in the morning and had a dream that Bucky and I were still together. I woke up and started to cry when I realized that it wasn't true. I missed him so much, so I opened the door to his old room and sat on the bed. The stuff in here still smells like him.

I wrapped myself up in Bucky's blanket and laid on the bed. I felt like trying to end things with Cody. I wasn't happy with him, and I knew that maybe Bucky didn't want anything to do with me, but the least I could do is get away from Cody.

I must've fallen back asleep because the next thing I knew, I was on the floor. I looked up to see Cody standing over me. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to him.

"What the hell are you doing in here?"

"This is my apartment," I said, grabbing my hair from him.

"This is your ex's bedroom where all the stuff that reminds you of him goes." He grabbed me by the hair again and forced me onto the bed before he started taking his pants off. "Came here to pick out your outfit for tonight, but you leave me no choice but to fuck you senselessly in his bed until you forget all about that guy. Clothes off."

I laid on my side and sighed unsteadily while Cody went to pick out the outfit I'd be forced to wear tonight. I reluctantly got off of Bucky's old bed and put the clothes I was wearing before back on. I walked into my room cautiously.

"What am I wearing tonight?" I asked with a certain numbness in my voice. I sat on my bed and stared to where the hole in the wall used to be.

"I'm surprised you could even walk after how hard I fucked you," he said, going through my underwear drawer.

"It lasted a minute at most and the only thing that's sore on my body are my thighs from running yesterday."

"Fuck you," he said, throwing a matching pink underwear set at me. I looked at it and remembered that I wore the same thing the night of Steve's party. "Why's this envelope have a post-it note on it that says 'Bucky, some pics to help the stress of missions. -Doll' on it in terrible handwriting? Are those supposed to be little daisies?" He asked, showing me the envelope full of scandalous pictures of me. He must've found it in my underwear drawer. I remembered it was in terrible handwriting because I'd hurt my hand.

"I gave those pictures to Bucky to get off to on missions," I said with embarrassment in my voice.

"And you think he actually used them? Look at how ugly you are in this one," he said, showing me one of the pictures. I looked at it and then down at my hands with tears in my eyes. Maybe Bucky only called me beautiful and everything because he didn't want to hurt my feelings.

"Am I helping you?" I asked quietly, setting the underwear set next to me.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, still going through the envelope.