This couldn't be happening, "Y/N!". Not you. "Y/N!" Bucky distraught cries wailed through the wreckage of his condo. Rumlow had announced himself uninvited at the party Bucky was holding for the night; everything got turned upside down— literally. Nothing was recognisable anymore: bodies of guests, even his men were sprawled out. Inanimate.
You, were nowhere to be seen. You weren't in the place Bucky told you to hide, and surely you would've came out from wherever you were hiding by now, right. Each passing second made Bucky's most dreaded fear almost be confirmed if he didn't find you. No, every space, every room; empty. His chest was heavy with hard pants, he was whimpering like a wounded puppy. He circled back to the foyer, his two trusted men and best friends; Steve and Sam were stood near the doorway.
They looked like shit, and so did he after the brutal altercation with Rumlow. Bucky staggered towards them clutching his side where a bullet had grazed his skin, it hurt like a bitch but that was the least of his problems right now. The gloomy looks on both Sam's and Steve's faces told Bucky the news he never wants to hear. The bearded blonde held out his hand— your wedding ring. Stained in blood....
Bucky took it out of his hand holding it before him. Tears blurred his vision, spilling onto the stainless steel white gold, diamond ring. Clutching the precious object to his chest Bucky dropped heavily onto his knees; a sob broke free from his lips. You were his only best girl apart from his sister, Rebecca. Though it was hard losing her too, Bucky never thought he would lose you.
He vowed even before you guys got married never to lose you....
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The motion of coach was making your stomach do wonders, though the airport wasn't far so you could handle it, not for much longer. You felt guilty for what you had just did a few hours ago; albeit, it was for unborn child. You couldn't subject them to a life full of violence. You couldn't handle it living in constant state of paranoia and dread. You did love Bucky.
Although it wasn't by choice, eventually after spending years within his brooding presence though he was never mean towards you; at first he was bit possessive but he opened up to you.
You wondered how long you would be free.
Hopefully he won't catch on....
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The metal armed mob boss sat in his office, didn't even bother to turn the light on in his dismay. He poured the last of the whiskey into his glass gulping it down in one, the strong liquor burning a trail down his throat but Bucky welcomed the sweet, acidic after taste.
The glass clonked off the oak table as he set it back down keeping a firm grasp on it. In a flash the glass shattered off the wall denting it in his exasperation. The broken man slouched forward hiding his head in his arms as he let his sorrows free from his heart. His shoulders were bouncing in tandem with his chest as he sobbed harder and harder.
He could just see that taunting smirk and hear the booming laughter of that bastard who caused this path of grief. A little while later Steve and Sam walked in, faces falling with sympathy at the expense of their broke friend. The two looked to each other, eyes speaking a silent debate of who's gonna reveal more unfortunate news to the Mobster. Steve stepped forward while Sam hung his head in shame.
The blonde placed the clear blue pregnancy test in front of Bucky walking back slight so he won't be in the mist of the storm to come. The brunette slowly raised his head; he was a mess: eyes red and glazed over, staining his cheeks. His ocean blue eyes fell on the pregnancy test before him.
...
Silence.
No one dared to speak a word. So instead of getting a bullet planted in their skulls, Steve and Sam slowly backed out the office leaving their friend to his own devices.
Is possible for the shattered glass of a mirror to get shattered even more...?
His heart has already been ripped out, stomped on. And now even more...
They say that a man is the most dangerous creature......
