#💢 Bucky arm breaker. heart breaker. hole breaker.

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You look around the new home Bucky had gotten for the two of you. Well, it was less a home and more a cozy home in the countryside; there was a lake twenty minutes down the path, a large backyard big enough for that dog Bucky had promised you, and more than enough space for the two of you. Your hand wasn't quite as healed as you'd like but just about, but Bucky refused to let you raise a hand.

"Buck, isn't this a bit far from everywhere?" You ask him, covered in the blanket he'd draped over you.

"You know what the economy is like, doll," he replies, carrying another box to the porch, "besides, you know how crowded the city is."

The drive here had been long, and you'd slept through most of it, waking up briefly when the car had passed over a bump in the road. Town wasn't that far, an hour or so walk, you think, at least without snow, it was just you and Bucky out here. It should've been a dream, yet you felt your stomach twist into knots at the thought of the isolation. Maybe it was the way Bucky had almost insisted on a change of scenery. "Can't have us at odds before getting married, doll."

Not that you'd ever spoken about marriage.

Or maybe it was the way Natasha had hugged you tight, reminded you of the string of numbers she'd made you memorize before Bucky had found you. "Paper trails too risky." She'd been right; Bucky trifled through your notebooks out of mock curiosity every week; he'd do the same to your devices - borrowing them and returning them perfectly the same, though you didn't change or speak out loud with them nearby. But that was just how Bucky loved, right? He'd been trapped in HYRDA for years; you were the first sliver of normal he'd experienced in decades. He was just protective. Careful. Possessive. Overbearing. Obsessive. It's just how Bucky was.

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Bucky gaslighting his boyfriend into forgiving him for breaking his arm although literally everyone else is against it

Bucky holds up his hands; your bruise had healed a lot better; he wanted to reach out, hold you close and pepper your face with kisses. But he can't, not now, not when you're stood by the sink, hand loosely holding onto the bowl you'd been placing in the sink.

The apartment had been rearranged after his last visit, and he'd had to crawl his way through a less safe window; it hadn't hurt, but he could note the guilt in your face when your eyes raked over the shallow scratch on his arm. He was sure there was a panic button somewhere in here, but he couldn't pinpoint where. "Hey, doll."

You nurse your broken arm close to your chest, gaze locked on his every movement, your eyes dart away every so often, and Bucky surmises the remote on the coffee table must have the panic button. He could beat you to it, break it with his hand, but he'd rather have you come to him with open arms. "How are you doing?" He asks.

You shirk back, confused, "I—I'm fine." Natasha had stepped out just a few minutes ago; Bucky must have been lying in wait, "You need to leave, Bucky."

"I will; I just wanted to make sure you were fine," he replies, stepping forward; you flinch, but he persists, and you back into the sink, and the bowl falls from your grasp; Bucky catches it, placing it in the sink. His hands hold your face, and his thumbs rub circles on your skin; his metal thumb grazes the cut, and his gaze moves from your face to your arm. His other hand moves to it, holding it delicately; he brings the cast to his lips and kisses your fingers.

"Bucky..."

He apologizes, metal hand caressing your face; you've always been susceptible to touch; now, exhausted after days of crying, you looked just about ready to keel over. You lean away and place your good hand on his chest; Bucky holds it there, "I didn't mean to hit you," he pulls you closer, "I know you didn't mean anything with that guy." He manages to hold back the grimace.

"Mean anything —we were talking, Bucky," you draw back, and Bucky chastises himself for breaking the haze. "He was a delivery man, making conversation; you —you hurt me," you whimper.

"I know, I know," he replies, metal hand combing through your hair, "I know you didn't mean to make me mad. You were just talking right?" He throws your words back, pecking your forehead, "I don't know why you stay with a ticking time bomb like me," he pouts, knowing full well how much of a bleeding heart you were.

It's not long before you're the one comforting him, "Bucky, I don't care about the other men; I lo— I wanted you." You correct yourself, but Bucky catches the word change; he pulls at your heartstrings until your emotional battery is drained, drawing your pliant form into his arms and leading you back to the couch. You sleep like the dead, completely unaware when Bucky has a stand off with Natasha, and Steve - he doesn't relent, not this time - comfortably pulling you closer as he toys with the remote in hand before crushing it entirely.

"He doesn't need it; he's got me now."

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Bucky slapping his non superhero boyfriend in front of the avengers because he got jealous

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Natasha won't tell him where you are.

She won't look at him lest she guts him with her bare hands - not that anyone else is regarding him any better - it had been an accident on his part, a culmination of jealous, petty things that led to him lifting his hand. He'd been lucky it hadn't been his metal hand; he's not sure how much worse it would have been.

Following Natasha gets him nowhere; when she clocks onto him, she switches routes and has someone else go to you. He'd done so yesterday for half an hour before realizing that she'd switched places with Tony and led him to the middle of some shopping mall and ducked out before he could notice. Steve looks at him the same way he used to look at Joseph Rogers, and that leaves Bucky feeling horrible.

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Bucky eventually does find his bf and tries to apologize for slapping then earlier, but you try to back away and well, let's just say bones break easier than metal

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"Ow."

Natasha apologizes, dabbing the cut on your cheek, "If you ever change your mind, I'm willing to gut him on your behalf." You shake your head, "The wound will heal, but we're gonna have to get you somewhere else. I can't keep misleading Bucky for long before he decides to peruse other methods."

She'd been right - you think so as Bucky slides through the window, he glances around before his eyes land on you. "Doll," he steps forward, and you back away; the action causes him to reach out; you aren't as lucky this time as his metal hand is the one to do so. The pain takes you by surprise before you realize your left arm is broken, you cry, and Bucky's hand falls away. You clutch your hand to your chest, backing away further; you shake your head when he steps forward, stumbling back with fear in your eyes. Natasha finds you this way, sobbing in a corner.

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Bucky arm breaker, heart breaker, hole breaker

Bestie, please 😭

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Not Bucky abusive

Some of y'all look at Bucky and decided to choose violence 😭 I'm almost tempted to dip into some Yandere content 💀

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Bucky arm breaker, heart breaker, hole breaker is living rent free in my mind. And he shouldn’t be but he’s just too sweet to kick out, he cries when I try to do it :(

That’s how he reels you in

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No no no, you don't understand, Bucky is not gonna break me like a KitKat, he's just a bit clumsy with his metal arm and the others are jealous of what we have, I know this he told me himself, I trust him. He loves me so so much, he's just protective, I'm lucky to have him take care of me 🥰

No, sweetie, no 😭