Song: Dermot Kennedy - Glory
Imagine; okay so this is kind of a dark fix or something I guess. I got this idea and I don't know if it's going to be too angsty but I hope you like it.
Also there's a lot of warning for this chapter so beware.
Like mob shit, violence and that kind of stuff. Also Bucky is like a real A class dick in this. Like really. It's angsty af, it's dark... so beware pls!
DONT READ IF YOURE SENSITIVE TO THE THINGS MENTIONED ABOVE!
ALSO I AM MAKING MORE PARTS! I SWEAR! Those will go further into the story!
I was really contemplating if I should post this but I'm going to anyway, read at your own risk..
•••
'She has a lot of nerve coming here...' Steve remarks as he watches Y/n enter the party. Invitation only.
'She does...' Bucky comments. His eyes glide over her form. She may have a pretty dress on, pretty jewels around her neck, wrists and fingers, heel that any woman would kill for. But it won't distract from the heavy bruising.
Nothing could ever distract anyone with a decent set of eyes from the purple and green, oil panting like, bruises. Her face is still a bit swollen as well.
'Mom!' Bucky's son wants to run up to Y/n, but he won't let him. Not after what she did. Or rather what was claimed she did. She always kept up her act, saying that she was innocent, and he didn't believe her one bit.
He loved her, deeply but this was betrayal of the highest shelf. She knew their son was at risk, she told someone where the three would go on vacation, and they got attacked. Their son was balancing on a wire between life and death for months. He's healed now. The same can't be said for Y/n though.
'I want to go to mom!' Damian, their son demands. He looks so much like Bucky, but has a temper like only Y/n would be able to give him.
'You're not going.. we can't trust her...' Bucky cuts him off almost instantly, the boy pouts as he looks at his mother.
She hears it, the way he talks about her to her own goddamn son. She swallows the lump in her throat, feeling like swallowing actual sandpaper. She shouldn't have come and she knows that.
She got an invitation though, and even after everything that happened, she wants to see her son. He has never done anything wrong in his life. And surely doesn't deserve this.
•••
'Morning daddy...' Damian greets Bucky as he sits down with a groan. He did have a little too much to drink.
'Morning bud...' he replies ruffling his hair. Damian just chuckles and munches on his pancakes.
'Do you need some milk?'
'I think I need something stronger..'
'Mommy! Daddy needs chocolate milk!' He commands and Y/n can't help but chuckle. He is starting to copy Bucky, but only the good things, things appropriate for his age.
'I think what you're daddy needs... is some coffee..' she puts the hot, steaming, cup in front of her husband and kisses his head.
'Thanks doll...' he mutters before taking a sip.
'It's peaceful in the cabin Bucky rented for the family of three, just him and his two favourite people in earth, spending time together.
He hasn't been around much lately, y/n understands but their son... not so much. He's still too young to understand anything about the life his parents both grew up in.
He doesn't know about the bloodshed and the violence, the deals and the phone calls. When he's older he will understand but for now, Bucky wants to spend his free time with them.
Y/n loves it, no phone calls no business, just the family.
A knock on the door disturbs them however. 'Did you tell anyone?'
'No... did you?' She replies confused.
'Damian go to mommy...' Bucky shoots out of his seat and bolts for the door.
He opens it, as soon as he does, the house fills itself with gang members of the enemy. The ones that have been trying to rip Y/n and Bucky to shreds.
A single gunshot can be heard, Y/n looks down and sees that she was not the target, their son was. He falls down just as Y/n tried to catch him.
'This is a warning... do not fuck with us Y/n...'
She gulps as she looks up at the hooded man. He disappears not a second later.
'Damian? Baby? Open your eyes for mommy...' she quickly turns to the boy laying on the ground. 'Damian?'
•••
'But-' Damian protests again.
'I said no..' Bucky can be intimidating, so Damian doesn't talk back to him, not now.
'You want me to take care of it?' Steve asks lowly in Bucky's ear, he nods and watches as Steve walks over to who used to be his wife.
'Evening...' Steve says making her look up at him. 'Evening..' she replies.
'Didn't know you would be here...'
'Well I have to get out of hiding every now and then.. I wanted to see my son and give these papers to Bucky...'
'He won't allow you...'
'I know that..' her eyes fill with tears. 'But seeing him form a distance is enough for me...'
Steve almost feels sorry for the woman. Almost. She knew the risk of him getting hurt and she took it, and suddenly now she wants to see her son healthy?
'I can give Bucky those papers...but I think it's best if you leave...'
'Fine... it's not like I have any other friends here anyway..' she digs around in her purse and pulls out a large folder. 'These are the divorce papers... and proof that it wasn't me... maybe this time he can look them over...' she snaps hard enough for Bucky to hear.
'You're really still on that...' Steve's chuckle makes her heart ache. 'Prick...' she mutters.
'My innocence regarding this is all I have left, so I'm sorry if I'm fighting for it... have a nice evening...' She pushes the folder against his chest before putting her coat back on.
'Oh and Y/n...'
'What?' She snaps her head towards Steve.
'You do know that you can never show your face around here again do you? Because you're walking out here alive this time.. but who is to say anyone would let you walk out alive the next?' The evil smirk on his face makes the lump stiff her throat again.
She turns around again before hurrying out. Taking one last glance at her son, something she shouldn't have done because now the look of Damians sad face is burning in her mind.
•••
'You told them where we were!' Bucky angrily slams his fist on the table.
'No I didn't! I know the risk if we tell people where we go without security Bucky so don't fucking give me this shit!'
'Then why did Rumlow tell me?'
'You're taking his word over mine?! Some fucking husband you are!'
'I've seen the proof y/n.. you can drop the act, you'll never see Damian again and we're getting a divorce...'
'What?!' She pushes herself on her feet, she leans on the table. 'You can't do that! I didn't fucking tell anyone! Do you honestly think I am that stupid?!'
'No... so what was the plan? Let our son get hurt and then what?'
'I would never let someone hurt him! I wouldn't send someone to shoot our fucking son! You're insane!'
'OH NOW I AM INSANE? OUR SON WAS SHOT BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!' He screams right into her face. He doesn't kid around when it comes to Damian.
'I am being framed! I am your wife! You should trust me!'
'We both know that we can't really trust anyone Y/n... and I certainly can't trust you!'
'You're not taking our son away from me... you know there was a time where you would believe every single word I said... where you trusted me and loved me!'
'Clearly I was an idiot back then...'
'You sure you're not being one right now!' Now it's her turn to slam the fist against the table.
'Get out Y/n.. go to Hydra, you were already one foot in..'
'You're disgusting... even remotely suggesting that I would throw away the life we have, the family we have for Hydra?! I have my own mob, Buck! For god sakes I don't need Hydra! Why would I pair up with them?!'
'You tell me...'
'You're a fucking asshole...' She seethes at the man. Tears slowly fall down on the glass table beneath.
She's trying everything to make Bucky realise that she is indeed being framed by someone within their fuse of mobs. But he's not budging.
•••
'She told me to give you this... divorce papers and then some papers trying to prove that she's innocent...' Steve sighs as he hands the folder to Bucky.
He skips through the papers before slowly nodding. 'Daddy... I'm tired.. can we go home?' Damian asks catching Bucky's attention. 'Sure bud.. let's go grab your coat.
Bucky says goodbye to his team before grabbing the coats. Damian yawns just as Bucky finishes buttoning him up. Steve stands next to them, all dressed and ready to go. He is their body guard after all.
'Let's go...' Bucky offers Damian his hand and he takes it, with the folder and Damian in both his hands, he walks outside.
It's cold out, his breath turns into white smoke, Damian seems to enjoy it, he blows a few times. 'Daddy look!- I am a dragon!' He says as he breathes our more smoke.
'That's cool buddy...' Bucky laughs as he walks on.
'Uh Buck? Do you see someone in the distance as well?' Steve asks confused and worried at the same time.
'Yeah... take Damian I'll go check...Probably some drunk chick or something..' Bucky comments before walking off, leaving his son with Steve. He stuffs the papers in the pocket of his coat.
'Ma'am?.. you okay?' He asks, he stops in his tracks when he sees the emblem on the coat of the woman. It's Y/n's emblem.
He crouches down and turns the body around. His breath catches in his throat when he sees its her. She's half awake, moaning and groaning in pain, her hands clutching onto her stomach.
He looks down and sees the blood seeping through her dress, something is clearly wrong here. His instincts take over, he lifts her up bridal style before rushing to his car while calling out to Steve to keep Damian company.
He opens the car door and carefully sets her down in the passenger seat, he straps her in before closing the door and rushing down the drivers seat.
'Y/n... stay with me Okay?' He's full on panicking now. It's not what he expected, he loathes the woman with all his being but somehow there's still some love left. Enough to bring her to a hospital at least.
He reminds himself it's because his son would be disappointed if Bucky would let Y/n die on the street.
•••
Y/n looks in the mirror. She looks sick, she feels sick. Who knows maybe she's even sicker than she originally thought.
Her whole body is tired of fighting for everything. She already lost so much. Her husband, her crew, her son, and now maybe even her health.
All she has left is money, but that's what keeps everything spinning in this world isn't it? This whole fucking life based on the papers in her wallet.
She found out it was Rumlow, he's working for Hydra and Bucky, he's trying to drive you two apart without it actually seeming like hydra is up to something. And what for?
Because Y/n refused the offer he made, for her to leave Bucky and join Hydra, to join him. She threatened to tell Bucky and so Rumlow started planning. And his plan seems to work now.
The whole underworld is against her, they either reject her or try to kill her, it's a miracle she's not dead yet. If Rumlow can't have her, nobody can.
•••
Y/n feels her brain pounding against her skull, she tries to move but many wires and IV's prevent her from even moving an inch. She slowly opens her eyes instead, letting them get used to the light, letting them focus.
She sees Bucky sitting in the hospital chair, reading through the divorce papers no doubt. He wouldn't ever read a single piece of evidence, not even if it were presented to him on a golden plate.
Her eyes focus on his expression, he looks conflicted, like he's somewhere between pain and regret. Maybe he did go through the evidence.
'You can leave...' she croaks our catching his attention. 'I can tell you don't want to be here...'
'What makes you say that?' He leans back. He finally lets his eyes meet hers after two agonising months.
'Well according to you I betrayed you... so let's say it's a lucky guess...why did you even take me here?'
'Couldn't let you die out on the street...' He answers like it's fucking normal, it drives her up the wall how calm he can be in situations like this.
'You had no trouble slamming my head into a desk, kicking me in the stomach and leaving me for dead week ago... so why is this any different?' Her harsh words make Bucky's throat sand paper like. He cringes at the memory.
'I don't know Okay? I panicked...'
'Good to know you still have some feeling... for god sakes just leave me alone... you have your papers now, we're officially not tied down anymore... you have your way.. Rumlow fucking won and I'm dying wishing the next few weeks anyway... so fucking go...'
He stares at Y/n, she's gone cold again, it's not the first time she does this, and he only has himself to blame.
Truth is he wasn't reading through those divorce papers, he's not really interested in them anyway. He read through those files, he went over every single piece of evidence. And fuck does it hurt.
'I'm sorry...'
'Fuck you..' she sighs immediately. She turns her head away with a pained smile. 'You're not sorry.. you weren't when you did those things to me... you aren't sorry now...'
'I mean it.. I read through the evidence...'
'I'm done... I'm done with everything... you should've let me die on the street last night.. it would've been better than looking at you acting like you're sorry...what's next? Divorce papers thrown in the fire and everything goes back to normal?'
He's considering it and it makes Y/n want to vomit. Maybe it's the amount of painkillers, maybe it's the different kinds of medicine, but this sure helps nauseating her.
'You don't know half of the pain you've caused me... and you're... you're actually...' she lets out a pained laugh while tears blur her sight. 'Not even to speak of our so called friends...you think a "sorry" is going to make me jump back into your arms again?'
'What do you want me to say then?'
'Nothing... I want you to sit there... and think about what you did the past few months.. I want you to realise that you choose a bloody spy over your own fucking wife! The mother of your child! Which could've been two by the way... just FYI...'
'What do you mean two?' His own eyes tear up now at the harshness of her words.
'I was going to tell you... two days after Damian woke up... the day Rumlow told you that he somehow heard me spill our location to someone else... I had it planned and everything...'
'Y/n..' Her head turns to him again as a warning for him to zip it.
'But you jumped to conclusions because you trusted him more... it's not like I was about to tell you when I was trying to prove that I am innocent...I thought that maybe if I gave you some time to realise that it wasn't me... that I could still make it a happy announcement...' She fiddles with her fingers, her whole body shakes from the silent sobs.
'But you didn't want to see a single piece of proof...'
'If I would've known-'
'You wouldn't have bashed my head in? Left me for dead? Kicked me?' She sneers. 'Should I go on?, because those are not things you do to your fucking wife... EVER! You do that to people who undermine your authority and I am fine with that but your own family?'
'I don't have an excuse for it.. I'm not proud of it...'
'Oh now that's a relief... they scream I let out with that final kick? That was the same moment...' she takes a shuddering breath before continuing. 'That's when our baby got the full blow... the baby would still be alive if you hadn't left me there... why don't you let that sink in? Matter of fact, why don't you go tell our son that he could've had a baby brother or sister if his dad wasn't such an egocentric idiot?!'
'You think I asked for this?! I loved you Y/n! And they used that against me! They ripped us apart how do you think that makes me feel? I feel guilty as fuck-'
'As you should! Because I'm not done explaining to you what you did yet... SO SIT YOUR ASS DOWN NOW! You want to talk! Fine! I do the talking and you fucking listen!'
'Oh good You're awake!' The nurse walks in and Y/n quickly wipes her tears. 'Hmm, your heart rate is a little high.. you okay sweetie?'
'Fine...' Y/n sighs dropping her head back against the pillow. She doesn't look at Bucky, instead she turns her head to the window.
'Mr. Barnes... I hate to say this but Y/n really needs to rest now... you could came back later but for now she needs the rest to keep her heart rate from spiking again...' she informs Bucky.
'I'll be back...' he comments. 'Don't bother... I'm a burden to you anyways..'