#father bucky

[atlasscrumpit]

Father Bucky / Young reader

Steve received an odd text at 6:13am.

'I need your help, Steve. Meet me at this location. :location shared:'

Steve stared at it for a while trying to think who it could be. His number was encrypted and impossible to find.

He showed Tony and they agreed to go out to the location, with weapons... Just in case.

When they arrived they found it was an abandoned bus stop half an hour out of the city.

And to their surprise when they pulled up they found James Barnes of all people, with a child around five years old cuddled up next to him.

Bucky looked rough, his hair and beard longer.

"Steve." He said as he grabbed your hand and rushed towards Steve and hugged him tightly.

"Buck? What's going on? How are you here?" He asked as Bucky did his best to not cry while he hugged his best friend.

"I didn't know what else to do. I could've kept running my entire life, but I won't let it happen to her." Bucky said as he pulled away and Steve looked down at you.

He smiled and kneeled down to your eye level.

"Hi, sweetheart. What's your name?" He said as you held onto Bucky's hand and looked up to him for reassurance, he smiled and nodded to you letting you know Steve was safe.

"I'm Y/N." You said as he smiled.

"Well, it's wonderful to meet you. I'm Steve." He replied as you smiled a little.

"Let's get you guys out of here, how does that sound?" Steve asked as you nodded.

Tony opened the car for you and Bucky to sit in the back.

Bucky helped to seatbelt you in and you looked around the expensive car.

"Daddy, where are we going?" You asked as Bucky looked at you.

"Somewhere safe, darling. You don't need to be afraid." He reassured you as you nodded and held onto his hand.

"How old are you, sweetie?" Tony asked, looking at you through the rear view mirror.

"I'm turning five next month." You replied making them smile.

"Well, we'll have to make sure you have a very special birthday."

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They finally arrived back at the tower and you had fallen asleep on Bucky.

He carried you out of the car and followed them into the tower.

"So, is she your kid?" Tony asked as Bucky nodded.

"Yeah... It's a long story." He muttered sadly as they nodded.

"Let's get her into a bed." Steve said as they made it up to one of the higher floors where the rooms were.

Bucky laid you down on the bed and tucked you in.

"Let's talk in the room across the hall, that way we're still close to her." Tony said they nodded and followed him into the next room.

Bucky sat on the bed and sighed deeply.

"I'm so sorry to do this, but I couldn't keep running. I promised I would keep her safe and that's what I plan to do." Bucky whispered as he looked down, they could tell how exhausted he was.

"How about we talk about all of this later? You go rest with the kid." Tony replied making Bucky smile softly.

He entered your room and curled up beside you where you instantly cuddled into him.

He closed his eyes and hugged you tightly to his chest while you slept peacefully.

[stileslittlebanshee]

I think I cracked the code

[guest-1-2-3]

so. never consumed any mcu content whatsoever. however i have recently stumbled upon peter parker/harley keener fanfics, went down a rabbit hole, and am now obsessed with their dynamic and i realized i have just fallen into the trap of another blond + southerner + sarcastic + calls-his-boyfriend-darlin’ + infinitely supportive + big fucking nerd x incredibly traumatized + sarcastic + italian + orphan + definitely-started-saving-the-world-too-young + big fucking nerd ship. i am nothing if not predictable

[daliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

From Father to Daddy

[kiritella]

Red as Iron

Parings: Dad.Bucky x Daughter.Reader

Warnings: Blood.

Words: 1.0k

Type: beautiful and angsty

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“Hello? Bucky said, tucking the phone he answered between his shoulder and ear. A small smile peeked on his face as he looked away from the files on his desk, staring instead out the window of his office.

“Hey, dad,” Y.n said, though her voice was hard to hear.  She was probably on speakerphone again while she was working. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Are you busy?”

“Nope,” he said, flipping closed the file on his desk and holding the phone properly in his hands. “What’s going on?”

There was a pause, and he furrowed his brows. “What did you do?” he asked, teasing.

A chuckle. “Why is it you think I did something wrong?” she asked.

“Well,” he started, “You called me while I’m at work, and you got home from school only…” he glanced at his watch, “Dang, didn’t you just get home?”

“Pshh. Can’t I just call my dad and tell him I love him?” she said, and Bucky grinned.

“Well, I mean, you can,” he said.

She laughed quietly. “Well, I am. I see how much faith you have in me.”

“Hey, c’mon, I have faith in you!” he objected. “You just like to test that faith sometimes!”

“Sure, sure.” She paused again, a sigh on her end and he began to wonder. She must have had a hard day to be calling like this. If she had to call him at work, she tried to be quick about it so it wouldn’t distract him or get him in trouble. He had tried to tell her he wouldn’t get in trouble considering the work he did, but she always insisted. 

“We just had something come up in history class today, and it made me think of you,” she said. “You really are amazing…and I’m really lucky you’re my dad. I love you.”

Bucky’s heart swelled in his chest as a slow smile spread on his lips, smothering the mental exhaustion from the work he had to do. “I love you too, Sweetheart.”

“I was thinking of that time in the park when I was like…4? Maybe, no–I must have been 5. You…you picked me up on your shoulders and ran around while I was pretending to fly.”

“You remember that?” Bucky asked, surprised.

“And then how you’d…” she sighed. “You’d always give me the benefit of the doubt, and let me cuddle up in your arms when I was little, and you always give me hugs…” another sigh.  “I like your hugs.  They’re warm.” 

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head a little. “I’ll give you one when I get home…”

“You’d better,” she said with a short laugh. “I–” she stopped and Bucky looked at his phone when she didn’t continue. The connection was fine.

“Hello? You there?” he asked.

“Yeah, sorry. I just love you, I guess…and I wanted you to know that,” she said, and Bucky’s heart melted.

“I love you too, sweetie. Gosh, you’re making me emotional,” Bucky said, adding a bit of teasing at the end. She was his baby girl. He didn’t understand the depth of connection a person could have to another until he held her in his arms for the first time.

“Hey, being emotional isn’t a bad thing sometimes,” she said and he hummed in agreement. “I have to go and finish homework now, so…I’ll talk to you later?”

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll finish up here and bring home pizza for dinner, okay?”

“That sounds amazing.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, dad…”

“Bye.”

“...Goodbye.” Y.n stayed on the line until she heard the click of his phone as he hung up and the sound of a disconnected line followed.  Fresh tears slipped down her cheeks and dripped from her skin.  The droplets joined a pool of crimson red on the floor, swirling in spirals together until all that was left was a lighter shade of her blood.  She gasped for breath as she glanced over to her cellphone, 911 still open on speakerphone as the home landline rested in her hands with a loud beeping coming from its empty line.  

“...The ambulance is just another minute away,” came a choked voice from her cellphone. His voice was desperate. “Hang in there.”

“I’m hanging on…” she said as her head lolled to the side, resting against her shoulder. Pain radiated from her side where her hands covered a deep wound—a couple of deep wounds— Jagged and torn open from a knife plunged into her flesh in a panic. Red covered her side, her fingers, the floor beneath her and she choked on her breath, coughing. The taste of iron spilled on her tongue, dripping from the corner of her lips. 

The living room became dark as though hidden in an immense black fog. Several things were out of place, a lamp shattered on the floor from where the side table had fallen over. A vase. She followed the trail of blood from where she lay against the wall to the center of the room where another pool of blood laid with a chilling realism. She closed her eyes as the room began to spin, and she tried to force another breath in, but cried as it entered her lungs. Her hands shook, though she realized now they were incredibly cold.  She was freezing.

I like your hugs…they’re warm.

Another tear rolled down her skin. “Daddy?” a sharp breath, a sob. She waited as the sound of a disconnected line beeped over and over and over. The sound grew closer as her body slid from the wall, meeting the wooden floor in a final cold embrace. “Daddy?!”  The landline laid in front of her, and she stared at it as the rest of the room disappeared from her mind as a swash of black and gray. It was her only response, her only comfort. She cried at how distant it was. Beeeep, beeeeep, beeeeeeep.

“Daddy?!”

“The ambulance is right there,” the police dispatcher said, urging her to keep it together.

Beeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

“Brooklyn Fire Department…We’re coming in!”

Beeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee—

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Part two

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@thelovelydreamer17​  @bugsbucky​​

A.N: I went through and removed all accounts that were deactivated and broken links from the taglist.

[astxrwar]

"can we talk about 40s bucky" no. "can we talk about bucky in his 40s" yes. send tweet

[biherbalwitch]

sometimes a little meowmeow is a deranged, traumatised man covered in blood with several 1st degree murders under his belt

[buckyownsmylife]

Crash & Burn - Chapter 3

The one where Bucky is your father best friend, and the man you want to take your virginity.

Bucky is losing everything: his wife, his business, his house. And when his best friend is too busy to offer him the support he needs, you offer him your ear and shoulder. He wouldn't find it too bad that getting closer to you made him see you with new eyes, if it wasn't for the one thing you asked in return: you want him to be the first man to ever fuck you.

For general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Bucky’s P.O.V.

“Bucky? Oh, thank God?” Eyebrows furrowed, I immediately sat up straighter on the bed, instinctively reaching for my car keys once I detected the panic in her voice. “I… I hate to disturb you, I know it’s pretty late but…”

“Text me the address,” I interrupted her, scrambling off the bed and almost falling on my face in the process. I made a mental note - don’t try to put on sweatpants while on the phone with someone, but for now, this would have to do. “Do you want me to stay in line with you while I drive?”

My heart was pounding as I waited for her answer. I could hear the sounds of the party she’d gone to in the distance, but it was muffled - like she was hiding from it behind a door or something.

“I’d like that.” Silently thanking the heavens for her answer, I rushed to get to the house she was in as quickly as possible. I would have trusted her safety if she’d chosen to hang up, but that didn’t mean my mind wouldn’t race. I was used to jumping to the worst conclusions, and this particular situation didn’t exactly help me reason with my anxieties.

A loud crash came from the other line, startling me as I put on my seatbelt. “Are you okay?” It took her a little while and the most adorable giggle preceded her answer.

“Yeah… I just stumbled and fell over a plant. But she’s okay, I guess.” I could just picture her, petting the leaves of the greenery she’d accidentally disturbed. God, she was adorable.

“Are you drunk?” It suddenly occurred to me, and I was already chuckling by the time her “Please, don’t tell my dad” came. “Honey, you’re in grad school. Your dad won’t care if you had a couple of drinks on a Friday night.”

“Oh, right!” Shaking my head, I focused on the intersection I was about to cross while making a mental note to talk to her about how much she drank tomorrow. I really didn’t care about her consuming alcohol - she was a grown-up, after all - but she should never get drunk near people she didn’t trust, and it seemed like this had been precisely what had happened tonight.

“Are you close?” I considered the route the app was showing me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon.” She seemed to calm down at my answer, but that was only until someone started to bang on the door I assumed behind which she was hiding.

“C’mon, baby! I know you’re in there. Come out, let’s have some fun together.” My palms were sweaty as I gripped the stirring wheel tighter, grinding my teeth at her sharp inhale of breath. I hated that she was scared because of some dumb boy and there was nothing I could do about it…

Yet.

“Hold on…” I muttered under my breath, knowing she’d never heard me over the ruckus he was causing. If only this car could move faster…

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I tried to make myself smaller, hoping the wall would somehow swallow me and hide me from the guy on the other side of the door. If I’d known this is what Peter would become with a few beers in him, I’d never have agreed to come to this party in the first place.

I could already feel a headache forming and I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow morning. I knew I would wake up hungover and most definitely regretful of every decision that led to this moment, but for now, all I could care about was that Bucky was coming and he’d take me far, far away from this evening and everything that had happened.

“Please, be quick…” I whispered, clutching my phone against my chest as I watched Peter fumble with the knob until suddenly, he stopped.

It all stopped, actually. His yells, the sounds of the music from outside, it all came to a screeching halt and my heart sped up in anticipation as I approached the door with careful steps.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yep, that was James. Feeling safe enough to open the door now, I unlocked it and spied the outside, finding the party had stopped to watch the much older gentleman who’d suddenly appeared give the owner of the house his ass on a silver platter. “No means fucking no, haven’t you ever learned that?”

He turned around and his eyes met mine, almost as if he’d noticed me staring. But if I was hoping for my presence to ease his anger somewhat, it seemed to have the opposite effect, completely.

“What did he do?” It took a minute for my inebriated mind to make sense of what he was asking, but once I did, I didn’t know how to answer it.

“I can’t repeat the kind of stuff he said.” I shook my head emphatically, refusing to relive the haunting things Peter had whispered in my ear once he’d cornered me into a room. I watched as he had the guts to try to defend himself, only to shut his mouth with a glance from the man in the room.

“I’m not talking to you.” It was all he said, and Peter immediately cowered. A shudder ran down my spine at the roughness in his tone of voice, but I wasn’t scared. “Was it dirty?” Again, it took me a few seconds.

“There’s dirty and then there’s just straight down nasty.” I shrugged, trying to fake nonchalance even though the mere memory of what Peter had said made me want to hide my face behind my hands. But I was an adult - Bucky had said so himself.

I shouldn’t be hiding, so I didn’t.

Bucky leaned closer to Peter, taking advantage of the grip he still had on his shirt. I hadn’t even noticed it until their noses were all but touching. “If I ever even imagine she’s had to put up with any shit from you anymore, I’ll make you wish you were never even born. Got it?”

Oh, wow. That was hot.

I didn’t even notice the giggles all around us - or the frown on Bucky’s face. All I could focus on was how warm his hand felt when it clasped around my wrist, right before he started tugging me towards the exit.

“Let’s go.”

[pinkiebieberpie]

no thoughts, just bucky being a father of his few days old baby 🥺 he would be so excited about becoming a father, he would take care of you during pregnancy and 100% be with you during birth of your child. he would be so proud of you, telling you how strong and amazing you are. also bucky as a father would be so respectful to you as a mother, he knows that you just gave a birth and you are tired, he is doing mostly everything with your baby and you can rest. friends of yours are jealous because they would kill for that helpful husband. he just loves being a dad, you and your daughter are his whole world 💓 oh and he would be so soft and gentle with you when you two get intimate for the first time after your daughter is born!!! "are you okay, baby?", "i'm not hurting you, right?", "god, you are so pretty"

moodboards + blurbs masterlist

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Steve as the tutor and Bucky as the prince 😵‍💫

https://www.tumblr.com/makemonymoo/746006565355667456

[Link] to a text post from @/transpidered reading, "royalty kink where he's a soft spoiled prince and im his battle tutor who has to be a little too rough during combat lessons to teach him 😵‍💫" the reblog from OP has more details 😮‍💨

I AM SO HERE FOR THIS, YES.

Can you fucking imagine?

Bucky would be so sweet and spoiled and soft--those big eyes, that pouting mouth, and whole his body. He's never had to work a day in his life. All he's ever done is wander around the palace grounds and dismissively wave his hands for his servants to do everything for him, so he's slim, but he isn't lean. Instead, Bucky's svelte with baby fat--thick thighs, a cute, round backside, and a waist with little rolls when he sits (he's always sitting on his ass). He doesn't have calluses; he's never been told no; he doesn't know what it's like to be bad at something--the concept of having to work for something, ugh, could anything be more unfamiliar?

So, when Bucky is introduced to his new tutor who doesn't obey his every word, who tells him no often, who pushes and pushes him...

Bucky is in trouble.

The first time he practices with Steve, Bucky ends up ripping off his helmet mid-way through, his hair a wild mess, frizzy and all over his face, some strands stuck in his mouth, leaving him wiping the back of his hand across his lower face. Then, he throws his heavy practice sword to the side, tossing his helmet, too, while he's at it. Bucky wants to pout, lips trembling--he's sweaty and gross, and his muscles hurt, and Steve keeps correcting him--but he snears at Steve instead, tears in his eyes.

Steve isn't going easy on him, sparing him no pity. It's not fair.

Steve pays those big, watery blue eyes no mind, rather, after he's done huffing and puffing, he asks if he's done with his tantrum and is ready to begin again. Bucky steps forward to come at him, but all Steve does is raise his sword, pointing it directly at his chest with a silent, raised eyebrow.

There's maybe an inch between Bucky's heaving chest and the tip of Steve's sword.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, your highness."

Oh.

Bucky is in trouble because for the first time in his life, his actions have consequences and... he likes it.

Thanks for these thoughts, Jesus Christ.

[bedlamsbard]

THAT WAS TOP-NOTCH HOWARD STARK I'M THRILLED.

MCU confirmation on Howard and T'Chanda (T'Challa's grandfather) being pals and T'Chanda giving him the vibranium, and Howard still managing to be exceptionally weird about Steve and being the one to break through to Bucky while being exceptionally weird about Steve, this is the happiest What If has ever made me and probably will ever make me. (that was def AoU Thor though, sorry about...your entire planet being wiped out?)

*Captain America theme plays*

[reginaphalange2403]

The hiding an injury trope always hits the fucking mark for me. Like character A trying to not make it noticeable all day cause they don’t wanna be a bother or they want to appear tough, and then B finding it and being pissedTM at first but then soft and comforting about it PLSSS that’s the sweet spot😣💓

Somebody write one for me🧍‍♀️

[valleyfae]

Stucky being readers' father figures 🥺

Oh gosh 🥺🥺

Even though Bucky is exceptionally soft and comforting, he is more overprotective of you. That doesn't mean Steve isn't protective, but if anyone comes in harm's way, it triggers something in Bucky, and he makes sure the person knows how sorry they will be if they try something again and cross the line.

Steve is heavy on words of affirmation, and his deep voice is always reassuring, while Bucky's favorite thing is to hold you securely against his chest and comfort you.

They spend as much quality time with you as possible. Bucky pets your back as you nuzzle against his chest while sitting in his lap while Steve reads their favorite books from the 40s. As well as the three of you cuddling up on the couch together, watching films from the 40s.

They are the best mentors and protectors and just :(

[ramp-it-up]

Guidelines

Story List

Deck the Hallways

Teacher!Bucky x Teacher!Reader  (Anon ask)

It’s Christmas time at Shield HS. Can you and Bucky keep your secret under wraps?

Santa, Daddy Chris Evans x Reader (Anon ask)

Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s helper for the night.

Christmastime to Me Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader (req x @ysmmsy)

Henry is your best friend’s baby daddy. And a Duke!

Try a Little Tenderness Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader (req x @clawnotes​)

Steve can’t buy you with gifts. He needs to try a little tenderness.

Can You Stand the Rain Winston Duke x Reader (Anon Ask)

Winston wants a do over of that infamous IG post.

What’s This?  Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian Stan (req x @adoreyouusugar)

Halloween or Christmas? Why not both? 😉

I Still Have You Chris Evans x Reader

(How I Met Your Father AU) req x @maroonsunrise83​

It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.

All I Want Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

(req x @clawnotes​) Pt. 2

Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

My Favorite Things Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Mistletoe by @elocinnicole

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Daveed offers his girlfriend some relief as she prepares for finals.

If The Fates Allow Andy Barber (Drew) x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Andy did you dirty and you are done. Can he convince you to give him your heart again?

All These Things And More Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy.

Fin

I’ve made the executive decision to be done with Christmas. Yay!

There will be time for Jake and for Chris, and probably for next Christmas. I want to THANK YOU for this gift of your response to this challenge.

I’ve pushed myself and grown so much, written 11 new fics, and have been in awe at the response. You’ve given me a new kink that I’m obsessed with, 👀 and I’ve earned new friends.

I’m going to chill for a bit, and revisit those WIPs that need attention. Requests are closed for a while, at least until Valentines Day 🥰

Thank you, thank you, thank you! And Love you all!

❤️💚❤️

[kiritella]

Red as Iron [Pt. II]

Pairings: Dad.Bucky x Daughter.Reader

Warnings: Hospitals

Words: 1.0k~

Type: Angsty

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Cold. Iron. Plummeting into a frozen lake, bathed in the water that would bring death upon him. Bucky gasped for breath but it didn’t alleviate the agonizing wrenching in his chest. He ran. His lungs raged for more than air. Answers. Who? Why? He stopped only when he reached the information desk in the emergency room. 

“Y.n Barnes—she’s sixteen,” he said quickly, “Brought in— the officer said—”

The nurse nodded, typing away on her computer. “Relation to the patient?”

“Father—Please, is she okay?”

“I’m sorry, but do you have an ID on you so I can confirm?”

Bucky groaned, fumbling for his wallet in his back pocket.  He slid his ID onto the counter toward her, and after another agonizing minute, she nodded with a gentle frown and looked up from her computer. She handed him back his ID.

“I’m afraid all I know is that Ms. Barnes was in critical condition when she arrived, but she has been taken back into surgery.” 

“Critical condition—Surgery?!” he asked, shaking his head. “What happened?”

“Brooklyn fire department brought her in less than an hour ago, but other than that, I am afraid I don’t know…” she said apologetically. “The doctor will come out and let you know her condition when he is able to. You are free to wait in the waiting room.”

“Isn’t there anything you can tell me?!” he asked, desperately leaning over the counter between them.

She shook her head. “I wish there was, but the only things I know are what is put into the computer.”

Bucky sighed, hanging his head as he pushed himself off the desk and backed away. He couldn’t breathe. Finding a seat in that forsaken place, he sat down and realized just how much effort it had taken just to stand. He leaned forward as a waft of cold air blew over him, resting his head in his hands. He choked on the breaths carving in and out of his lungs. Less than an hour ago. He was on the phone with her just a little while ago. She was—

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The police had found Bucky in the waiting room an hour later. They were only able to give him the basics of what they found. Burglary gone wrong. Y.n called 911 at 3:57 pm. She said she had come home from school and found someone in their home. Things had escalated, and she was stabbed twice. The Brooklyn fire department EMT was on the scene before the PD, but only barely. She was unconscious by the time they arrived and the burglar was gone. They were investigating the scene and getting the video footage from the apartment complex.  With a bit of luck, something should come up. They asked him question after question until his mind was going numb with frustration. When at last they finished, they had advised him to stay with a friend, but he had shaken his head, and they left him in peace.

He stared at his phone screen now, looking at the numbers displayed in front of him with disbelief. He thought something was off at first, maybe the police had it wrong, but it slowly sank into his chest. 

Recent calls: Y.n Barnes, 4:00 pm.

4:00 pm.  She had called him, his sixteen year old daughter, his baby, had called him, bleeding out in their home, afraid. She had called him and told him she loved him, and that he was an amazing father. His lips trembled as a knot swelled in his throat. His phone screen blurred as Y.no’s voice called out to him louder than the chaos of the hospital he was imprisoned in. 

“Can’t I just call my dad and tell him I love him?”

He took a sharp breath and shook his head. He should have known. He should have heard it in her voice, in her breathing. He should have known something wasn’t right.

“I’m really lucky you’re my dad. I love you.”

He jumped out of the chair and hurried out of the room. He found a nearby stairwell and shoved open the door, stepping quickly down a set of stairs until he found himself on one of the platforms between levels.  He paced back and forth, hand tangling in his hair.

“I just love you, I guess…and I wanted you to know that.”

His hand met the wall, his chest heaved. He leaned against the wall, hands pressed into the plaster as he tried to fathom what he begged to be a nightmare. He wanted to wake up. Dear God, let him wake up.

“I love you too, dad.”

Bucky grit his teeth, hands balling into fists as his heart bore the knife that cut him open. He hung up on her. Why did he hang up? She was bleeding out. Tears began to slip down his cheeks. She’s in critical condition.

“...Goodbye.”

He strangled out a cry as the realization hit him, harsh and ugly, raw as it ripped from his throat. She was saying goodbye. She had called him to say goodbye. 

“Oh, God, Baby, don’t do this to me…” he choked. “Please, Babygirl.”

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It took most of his will to remove himself from that stairwell. To crawl back to the waiting room and sit and wait. It took all his strength to remain sane. He wasn’t used to this. This maddening fear. He’d looked down the barrel of a gun, lost the woman he thought he’d see forever with, feared from the moment Y.n was born that he would do something wrong, but it all seemed so little compared to this moment. This was all consuming, rabid. It wouldn’t let him sit still, and he was at the end of his wits with everyone and everything. He couldn’t calm himself.  

It took until he was on the verge of snapping before a doctor entered the room and cleared his throat.

“Is there a…Mr. Barnes?” he called and Bucky had never risen to his feet quicker. The doctor motioned him to follow, and Bucky hurried to his side.

“Your daughter is doing well,” he said and a breath of air filled Bucky’s lungs so sharply he had to steady himself against the wall. The doctor continued, “She sustained two stab wounds, one to the left lung which had pierced the diaphragm, and the other to the liver. We were able to mend the damage, stabilize her, and she is in recovery now, waking up from the anesthesia. I can take you to see her.”

“Thank you,” was the only thing Bucky could think to say. And with it, he followed the doctor to the patient recovery ward and to Y.n’s room. He couldn’t seem to get there fast enough, but when he got to the door and the doctor left him, he could barely take a step towards her bed. She was still, but breathing softly, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. There was an IV stuck in her arm, an arm that was now bruised. The trails of purple had crept up her arm, and another bruise blossomed on her cheek just below her right eye. The twisting in his chest eased now that he was there beside her, but slowly following behind it was a burning flame. It ate away at him until it ignited a wildfire. His fists curled into his hands until his nails bit his skin. 

He eased his way to her bedside and gently sat on the edge of the mattress. His fingers slipped into her cold ones, and his brows furrowed as he squeezed them tightly. She always hated when her fingers got cold. He pressed her hand in his to let the warmth sink into her own hand. Leaning over, he let his free hand caress the side of her face, over the bruise, as he kissed her forehead, eyes squeezed closed. Gently, he kissed over the bruise as well. 

If the cops didn’t find whoever did this soon, he would find them himself. The cops would never solve the case until they dove into the depths of the ocean, dragging his body up in pieces, each weighed down to the ocean floor in cement. They’d each be broken in several places. Natasha would help him do it.

When he opened his eyes again, they held the sparks erupting from struck red-hot iron. Determination burned in the well of his chest, braced in the armor of his ribs. Be them of a prison cell or the red iron gates of hell, he would ensure whoever did this would see bars.

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part 3

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