Inspired by a Tiktok so credit due.

Set in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (aka Captain America and the Winter Soldier).

⚠️ Trigger warning ⚠️:
Mentions/ talks about domestic abuse

"What the hell do you think you're doing to him?" I shout angrily at the officer who's being rough with Bucky.

James Buchanan Barnes is my older brother's best friend whom I grew up with. He's also been arrested for some godamn reason. Bucky smirks at the police officer who's being rough but when Bucky faces me he's stone cold. It's been six months since Steve Rodgers - my older brother - time-travelled back as an old man. He died only three months later. I haven't really spoken to many others since his death, that includes Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson. Speaking of Wilson, he gently puts a hand on my shoulder.

"He's happy to see you." Sam comments.

"I don't think so." I sigh heavily.

I have always had an incredibly soft spot for the super soldier and him me. However, I locked everyone out after Steve's funeral. I am now engaged to John Walker: the new Captain America. About a week ago the news broadcasted it and a week before that John became Captain America. I love John, I do but... Bucky Barnes is Bucky Barnes.

"Ma'am please sign-"

"-I know what and where to sign." I scoff, "Do you know the amount of times I've done this shit?" I snap.

"Y/n, don't be rude." Sam says sternly.

Taking the forms I approach the desk to use whilst I sign them. Bucky stands there silent but shakes Sam's hand as he joins us. Bucky and Sam then has to go speak to Bucky's therapist. They return: Bucky sullen and Sam exasperated. An argument of some sorts must have happened or something.

"Mrs Walker-"

Bucky flips snarling and grabs the policemen by the scruff of the neck. Officers surround them but I run to Bucky's right and Sam his left.

"That's not her name!" Bucky bites.

"James!" I yell at him.

Bucky immediately let's go and the officer puts his hands up in surrender. I'm the only person still alive that is allowed to call Bucky James so I do when needed.

"Uh..."

"Miss Rodgers." I fill in.

"Miss Rodgers, Mr Barnes must return home immediately. You're the only one Mr Barnes allowed to oversee this." The policeman explains.

"That's fine." I nod, "Sam you're coming too for a bit."

Turning on my heels I strut out the police station beckoning Bucky and Sam to follow me.

"Sweet ride Y/n." Sam compliments.

"Thanks Sammy." Sam gives me a sour look, "So there's no arguments you are both in the back." I smirk.

Bucky stays silent still giving me the silent treatment. I hate his disappointed silent treatment. All the ride back there Sam attempts to make conversation between us three. I try but Bucky with a blazing glare stares point blank out of the window. He won't even look at me.

"Y/n how does it feel to be engaged?" Sam asks with a pointed look.

Why Sam? Why bring that up? In an enclosed space as well? Discreetly, I look at my mirror and Bucky's whole body has tense and his knuckles are turning white.

"Feels okay yeah-" I'm distracted by a scoff and roll of the eyes by Bucky, "I don't know why you're scoffing soldier; you're lucky John is letting me anywhere near you." I say curtly.

"Surely John doesn't dictate who you are allowed to see, right Y/n?" Sam questions.

"You'd be surprised..." I mutter.

After an uncomfortable ride later I pull up outside Bucky's apartment building.

"You coming in?" Bucky asks so quietly I almost didn't hear him.

"Do you want me to?" I whisper back.

"Sure!" Sam smiles and Bucky glares daggers at him, "Nevermind... I, uh, have stuff to do?" Sam says but poses it more as a question.

"Yes you do." Bucky pauses taking his seatbelt off, "Doll?"

I sigh heavily at Bucky's use of his nickname for me: doll. Now is not the time to pick fights though.

"Sure soldier." I get out the car and the men follow my lead, "Here Sam, take good care of Clara." I smirk.

Sam squeals catching the keys of Clara, my car. Bucky shakes Sam's hand with a nod. Sam and me then hug. For some reason it feels like Sam us mouthing something to Bucky as I feel his chin gently tap my shoulder subtly. Shrugging it off I wave off Sam before following Bucky who already walked off.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a mess." Bucky apologises gruffly as we walk into his apartment.

"No worries." I smile softly.

"Whisky?"

"Oh soldier you know me so well." I grin.

What? I'm not driving no more. Bucky is once again dead quiet whilst I sit on his sofa as he pours us a glass. A moment or two later Bucky joins me.

"Not as well as I thought it seems."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't play fucking dumb with me."

I look at Bucky incredulously before downing my whisky.

"Don't start lecturing me."

"'Course I'm going to lecture you!" Bucky shouts then he downs his whisky, "What are you doing with him?"

"I love him."

"No you don't."

"I do-"

"-What would Steve say huh?" Bucky bites.

At that I explode.

"Steve isn't here anymore James goddammit!" I absolutely shriek jumping up.

Bucky jumps up too.

"Well, I am!" Bucky yells grabbing my hands, "I am here! I've always been right here!"

"No you haven't..."

Bucky takes a step back looking momentarily shocked. He drops my hands.

"That was a cold blow."

"I'm leaving." I mutter on my way out.

"No!"

Bucky runs after me and blocks my path with his right hand next to my shoulder as my back goes against the wall.

"I shouldn't have come..." I whisper regretfully to myself.

"Listen doll, Y/n, I promised Steve I would protect you..." Bucky sighs, "You are staying here."

"No I am not." I argue.

At that my phone rings and I get it out of my pocket. It's John. Immediately trying to panic my face I pull a strained smile and hit decline. I slide my phone back into my pocket. You see, John is very violent with me. He plays this big loving partner and perfect relationship to the media when behind closed doors his way of showing affection is decorating me with bruises and cuts.

"I'll ring John back later..." I mumble.

"You don't want to go back do you?" I don't speak, "Do you?" Bucky presses.

That's when I crack and the tears come streaming down my face. I shake my head no and that's when Bucky pulls me into a tight embrace. As I shake and cry into Bucky's neck he holds onto me, stroking my hair and shhhing me. That's the thing, in Bucky's arms I feel safe and secure.

"I, I want to... To stay here with y-you." I gulp in between cries.

"I'm with you to the end of the line, doll." Bucky reassures me.

I actually quite like this one. I'm probably going to write another part so keep a look out!