#there was that therapy issue with Doc Samson but that came out after this

[daydreamerdrew]

The Hulk (1978) #10

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (36)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  

Vernichtung - Destruction, Annhialation.

It was what you were named and what you were supposed to be but the only thing you wanted to destroy was Bucky Barnes.

The ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on enjoying it quite so much.

But when your past catches up to you in the form of the mad scientist who made you, Bucky might be one of the only things that can save you from yourself. You can’t run from what you are but with his help, you can fight back.

Current Word Count -  101,293

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @talesofakindredspirit

Chapter Thirty Six - Health Benefits 

You were a mess and you knew it. You also knew that while The Professor could help you with his telepathic abilities, he couldn’t help you with the actual shitshow that was your brain. That was on you. So you made the very adult decision to get professional help.

The therapist Tony and Pepper had found for you had been great at helping you settle into normal life but she wasn’t the right person for the job any-more. You needed someone with at least a basic understanding of what you were capable of. So begrudgingly you called Fury and asked for his help. The amount of Agents he must have had to get seen by a psychiatrist meant he actually did have a recommendation for you and after calling the number Maria Hill had forwarded to you and explaining who you were, you got an appointment that very evening.

You didn’t want anyone else to know about this but sneaking out hadn’t been an option so you blackmailed Thor into taking you, promising not to tell anyone about the Black cat he had snuck into the compound earlier that week.

You sat down on a sofa that was far more comfortable than it looked and let your eyes flit across the room, taking it in. It was a large office that was more library than anything else. The whole room was dark oaks and books. So many books. You tried not to fidget as you waited for Doctor Leonard Samson to arrive but after about 12 seconds you failed miserably and your leg started bouncing. Finally you heard a small commotion outside the office as the Doctor arrived and he opened the door.

Your breath hitched in your chest audibly as you caught your first glimpse of him. He was absolutely enormous, probably the most muscular human being you had ever seen in your life. He was closer to seven feet tall than six and his arms were bigger than your entire torso, his biceps looked like they were straining to escape the short sleeved t-shirt he was wearing.

You finally ripped your eyes away from his body and looked up at his face, he had shoulder length hair and a sharp, menacing looking face. Though it was a very handsome face you admitted begrudgingly. His eyes were dark and warm, brimming with intelligence.

To say you were intimidated was an understatement. Nothing like being in close quarters with a man who had the power to mentally and physically decimate you to make a girl nervous. You finally noticed his mouth was moving, he was speaking to you. Blood rushed to your face and you yanked yourself out of your trance.

“Sorry, you’re distracting. I mean I’m distracted.” You told him, mentally slapping yourself.

He chucked, a deep rumbling low pitched sound.

“It’s alright, I gather you’re nervous about this?” He smiled warmly at you and came to sit on the chair next to the sofa.

“Yes. I mean no, I’m not nervous. I’m just not sure coming her was the right decision.” You replied.

“Should I be offended?” He asked, amusement in his voice.

“I...” You were at a loss on how to dig yourself out of this hole.

“It’s fine Miss Stark, I’m a professional. I shouldn’t tease you like that. I’m Doctor Leonard Samson, most know me as Doc Samson though.” He stood back up and offered you his hand.

You stood up and the considerable height difference between you was highlighted. You placed your hand in his and it completely enveloped yours but despite the fact he could crush your fingers his handshake was gentle. You swallowed thickly, trying to still your erratic heartbeat.

“Pleasure to meet you Doc, I’m obviously Miss Stark.”  You stammered

You sat back down and shifted in your seat, trying to act natural. Having your brain picked at wasn’t something you were particularly looking forward to.

“So how do you wanna do this?” You asked.

“Before we begin Miss Stark, you should I take my position quite seriously and in order for this to work you need to trust me. Should you grant me that trust, I won’t betray it. I will never knowingly do anything to harm or endanger you. I may have been recommanded by Miss Hill but my loyalty is with my patients. My loyalty is with you.” He told you solemnly.

“Maria called and asked you to report back to her then.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“She did, however I won’t do that. In the past, when working for Shield I had to tell her certain things. You are not a Shield agent and I do not work for them anymore.” He admitted.

“Alright. I believe you.” You said, though whether you actually trusted him was something you hadn’t decided yet.

“Now why don’t we start by you telling me in your own words why you came here today?” He asked.

You took a deep breath. Trust issues aside, the issues you had needed attention.

“I have a homicidal alter ego I created from the worst parts of my personality during my years of torture and abuse, it has the access to my chaotic and dangerous abilities and it’s trying to take over me so it can destroy humanity.”

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Therapy was a bust.

Alright, so it had only been one session but still… You were disappointed. Though getting everything off your chest to an impartial, non-judgemental person had been kind of cathartic. All you had done in that session was talk, bringing the doctor up to speed on your situation. He had then told you that it was enough for one day and arranged to see you again at the same time next week.

Thor had brought you back to the compound and if anyone asked, you two had been at McDonalds. You even had McNuggets for Wanda and Sam to help sell your lie. Your medical status and Thor’s pet problems were safely kept away from the team.

You carried Sam’s nuggets into the kitchen and laughed when you saw him.

“Well one of us is going to have to change.” You joked.

“Not it. This is my best friend I’ll have you know, I reserve the right to wear her face on a t-shirt.” Sam insisted.

“Sam it’s MY face!”You laughed.

Now that you were public whoever was in charge of The Avengers merch had wasted no time in releasing your line. Tony had every single piece of it delivered while you were at the School earlier that day before your appointment. You had proudly strutted into the kitchen with your t-shirt on, only to find that Sam was also wearing one.

Steve walked in and gave you both an amused glance.

“Well one of you is going to have to change.” He said with a grin.

“Get better jokes Cap.” You mocked while Sam scoffed at your hypocrisy.

“Did you see the action figure?” Sam asked.

“Oh I saw it, dad had it all delivered.” You replied.

“To everyone. We all got a box of your merch this afternoon, I think he might be proud.” Steve said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Yeah, but did he have to give us it all? I don’t think he realized there was an underwear range.” Sam said, pulling a face.

“I’m going to send my panties to Wade, he’ll be over the moon.” You joked at the exact moment Bucky walked in.

The four of you froze, you blushing and the three men looking at you in various states of amusement and concern.

“That’s not … I didn’t mean… You weren’t supposed to hear that!” You spluttered.

“Really?” Bucky said sarcastically.

Sam and Steve started edging towards the door.

“It wasn’t how it sounded?” You offered meekly.

“It sounded like you want to send your underwear to another man behind my back.” He growled and Sam and Steve gave up any pretence of sneakiness and bolted.

“Morning doll.” Bucky sniggered and kissed you on the cheek.

“That was mean, I really thought you were mad at me!” You pouted.

“Nah, I knew what you meant. Was fun to scare those two idiots though.” He said, pushing you up against the fridge door and squeezing your hips. He had just leaned down to kiss you properly when a screeching voice interrupted him.

“NO STEVE, I HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HER. I’M COMING BABY GIRL!”

You and Bucky shared a look of confusion before Sam burst into the kitchen and picked you up. You saw Bucky smirk in amusement before Sam ran out of the kitchen with you in his arms.

“Whatcha doing?” You asked in bewilderment.

“Rescuing from your possessive idiot of a boyfriend.”

“Ok… Now what?” You pressed as he made his way down the hallways.

“I hadn’t thought this far ahead” He admitted.

“Do I get to walk at any point?” You asked.

“It’s not a daring rescue unless I carry you heroically to safety.”

“Alright Falcon but you should know my ‘possessive idiot of a boyfriend’ is following us.” You warned him.

You heard Bucky huff in annoyance a few corridors back as Sam started sprinting.

“You ran off to Spain with Deadpool and the to Malibu with Tony. I haven’t had you to myself in weeks, Barnes isn’t getting you back.” He sniped.

“So this is less of a rescue and more of a kidnapping.” You sighed.

You seemed to have a knack for being rescuenapped by Wilson's apparently.

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“Stark.”

“Wolfy. Mind telling me why you called me here to a clandestine meeting under the cover of dark? Because if it’s what I think it is, I’ve got to tell you I’m flattered but Pepper and I are happy.” Tony asked.

Tony had been curious since the moment the feral X-Man had called and asked him to come to the mansion alone, to discuss a sensitive matter. Logan pushed a tumbler of liquor across the counter to him with an eye roll.

“It’s about your kid.”

“What about her? Did everything go ok, is something wrong?” Tony asked in a panic.

Logan huffed out a breath that was almost a laugh at the sigh of at the normally suave and egotistical billionaire being so ruffled by the mere mention of his daughter.

“You cooled off about her and Barnes yet?” Logan asked him.

“You called me here because you’re invested in Kit Kat’s love life?”

“She was pretty upset about it. It’s affecting her focus. I can’t teach her a damn thing if she’s too busy wondering if her daddy loves her.” Logan said lowly.

“Since when are you the touchy feely type? What’s really going on, because I don’t believe for a second this is an intervention.” Tony snarked.

“Trust me tin man, I have a vested interest in making sure she’s alright.” Logan growled.

“She’s fine. She knows I love her. Kit Kat and Pepper are my family.” Tony snapped.

Logan huffed audibly and said nothing, just watching Tony with a disconcerting air. Tony crossed his arms and regarded the Wolverine right back.

“It’s like being in a staring contest with a stray cat.” Tony quipped.

“There’s your first clue.” Logan said snarkily.

“Anne. Her name was Anne.” Logan said out of the blue before Tony could respond.  

“I’m sorry, I must have got lost in your eyes and missed part of the conversation. Who’s name was Anne?”

Logan paused before he sighed wearily.

“Her mother. You were looking for a name, her name was Anne.”

Tony blinked in surprise.

“How… How did you find out.” Tony asked suspiciously.

“You’re the genius. Figure it out.”

“No. It’s impossible.”

“It’s not.”

“You can’t be her father.” Tony stammered.

“I’m not. You are, obviously. I’m just the biological father.” Logan said wearily.

“How?” Tony asked, shaken and apprehensive.

Logan arched his brow.

“Don’t. You know what I mean. How did this happen, how long have you known about her.”  Tony asked furiously.

“I didn’t know until you started trying to identify the mother, even then I didn’t actually know. It wasn’t until I met her.  If I had know she existed I would have found her.” Logan said, offended by the insinuation.

Tony started pacing, overwhelmed by the information.

“Why are you telling me this?” He demanded.

“Thought you should know.” Logan supplied.

“No, I shouldn’t. She doesn’t want to look for her biological father. I can’t keep this from her. What the hell am I supposed to do here?” Tony raged.

“You’re her dad, you figure it out.” Logan huffed.

“You’re damn right I’m her dad. I love that girl more than anything. She is the kindest, bravest, strongest person I have ever met. I am lucky to be her father.” He raved.

Logan shrugged.

“What the hell do you want? Are you trying to claim her or disavow yourself of her?” Tony pressed, enraged.

“Which would you prefer?” Logan asked.

“Neither! She doesn’t deserve either of those things.”

“I don’t know. I barely know the kid, she waltzes out of nowhere and I don’t know how to react. She’s got you, she doesn’t need me.” Logan said.

“Then why even bother telling me?” Tony shouted.

“Because of Anne. I didn’t love her mother, barely knew her. But now things are starting to make sense and there’s something about Anne that you and the kid need to know.” Logan said.

“What?” Tony demanded.

He didn’t know what to think, what to say, what to do. The information being thrust upon him was far too much to handle rationally and he was regretting ever picking up the phone, let alone flying to the mansion.

“Anne told me her father was a scientist. Anne’s last name was Docherty. I’m pretty sure the man who kept your daughter in a cell and tortured her was her own grandfather.”

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*Meanwhile in an alternate universe* “NO SAM, I HAVE TO GO BACK FOR HIM. I’M COMING BABY BOY!”

You and Bucky shared a look of confusion before Steve burst into the kitchen and picked him up. You smirked in amusement as Steve ran out of the kitchen with Bucky in his arms.

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