Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

Fallen To Pieces

Summary: after one year of perfect marriage with Bucky, it all starts to fall apart. Your husband becomes cold and distant. You try your best to fix it, but one day you stop trying completely. Bucky isn't happy with the paperwork you bring home. After a while, you're forced to come clean to the team about what's going on. Nothing changes until you're found drunk and crying later that night.

Warnings: violence, language, depression, some major NSFW stuff in the end, so yeah that's that

Length: 3.1k

Your first year of marriage with Bucky was perfect in every way you could imagine. Nothing changed between you two because of the wedding. You two still went out together, spent sleepless nights in the bedroom, and laughed like the wedding never happened. He still called you those little pet names you adored.

Suddenly, everything changed. You didn't know what, but it was irritating.

Bucky seemed to always be in a bad mood, no matter what you did to try and fix it. You tried for two months to fix it, but eventually you gave up, seeing your efforts go nowhere.

For four months, you and Bucky tip-toed around each other. You shared an apartment, yet you never spoke a word to each other, other than "Morning" or "Night." when it was appropriate.

You managed to conceal the fact that you were falling apart. You cried yourself to sleep most nights, yet your own husband didn't even care. He didn't notice. Not once did he try to comfort you.

Four months passed and you were tired of this. You were tired of feeling like this. You were so damn tired and you started to feel sick.

On your way home from grocery shopping one day, you stopped at the courthouse to pick up some paperwork.

Paperwork you should've picked up a long time ago.

You sat in the car and filled it out, before you drove back to the apartment.

When you walked inside, Bucky was sitting at the counter. Without a word, you dropped the envelope in front of him.

"What's this?" He asked.

"Fill it out. Mail it out when you're done." You said bitterly.

He looked it over. "I'm not filling this out."

"Fill it out." You snapped, walking toward the door so you could go grab the rest of the groceries. "Just fill out the fucking papers, James. I'm tired of this shit."

"Why are you doing this?"

You stopped in your tracks. "Are you fucking serious?! Why am I doing this?! I don't know, you tell me!"

"You love me. Why are you doing this?"

"I haven't said that once in the last six months. You haven't said that to me in the last six months. I haven't heard you say it once!" Your voice cracked as you held back your tears. "Tell me, James, what did I do wrong?!"

"Doll, you haven't-"

"Don't even start with the pet names! You've ignored me for the last six damn months! You haven't told me you loved me! You haven't slept with me, done anything with me, or even touched me for six goddamn months!" You shouted. "What did I do wrong?!"

"Keep your voice down!" He snapped.

"You don't get to tell me what to do! I'm not yours! Right now there's no evidence in this apartment that we're even married, James!"

He began to say something, but you cut him off.

"You're not even wearing your ring anymore." Tears trickled down your cheeks. "It's been sitting in the bathroom for the last six months. I see it every night when I shower before bed. There's nothing between us anymore."