You balanced the paper bag full of groceries in one hand, using the other to unlock your apartment door.
"Bucky, I'm back." You called to your boyfriend of 5 years, tossing your ring of keys on the counter.
It was strange for him not to rush to greet you. You just ran to the store for a few minutes, where could he have gone?
Thinking he may be in the bathroom, you put away the groceries. You peeled off his leather jacket that you threw on before you left. The apartment was strangely silent. You decided to live in a luxury apartment next to Stark Tower so Bucky could retain some normalcy after the winter soldier incident. You checked your phone for any updates and tucked it in your pocket.
15 minutes passed and you decided to seek him out. Standing up, you brushed the invisible dirt from your jeans and ventured down the hall. But no sign of him.
You stopped at the your bedroom door and opened it slowly. Bucky was laying face down on the floor.
"Bucky!" You yelled and dived to your knees beside him. He stirred and turned over.
His eyes were pitch black.
"Bucky-" you couldn't finish your sentence seeing as you had now been slammed into the wall. He held you a foot from the ground by your neck. You kicked his shin and he released his grip.
You pulled your phone out of your pocket and dialed Steve. "Hello?" He answered.
Bucky grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him. He flipped you on you back, you threw punches but it was futile when he grabbed your wrists and pined them against the floor, straddling your waist and snarling in your face. You cried out from the tight grip he possessed.
The same hands that traced your thigh when you were cuddled up on the couch, the same ones that ran it's fingers through your hair when you were sick, the same ones that left a trail of fire at every graze of skin, these same hands may kill you.
Over his shoulder, you could see the bedroom door fly open. Steve only needed a half a second to asses the situation. "Get off her Buck!" He yelled and hauled him up by his collar. He was livid that his best friend would ever put his hands on a dame.
"Steve, it's not him!" You shouted.
The blonde soldier knew exactly what you were talking about and forced Bucky's hands behind his back so he couldn't do anymore harm. He dragged him out of the room and Tony came in, scooping you up and following Steve outside.
Now that the initial shock of the attack was over, you began to shake. Would Bucky have killed you if he had the chance?
You looked up from you twiddling thumbs at Bruce who gave you a small smile.
"He's alright now."
"Bruce, what happened to him?" You asked hesitantly.
Bruce sighed and kneeled down to your level as you sat in one of the uncomfortable metal folding chairs, Bucky's lap is comfortable when in meetings. He would always pluck you out of your chair and set you in his lap. Clint thought it was the cutest thing. Fury never seemed to care, as long as you were paying attention.
"Whatever they did to him, it wasn't all gone. But Tony and I figured it out. It will never happen again." He informed and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.
He nodded and stood up. "You can go see him now, his room is B8." Bruce called over his shoulder as he left the room.
You high-tailed it to your boyfriend's room. You opened the door to find him awake. He looked at you for a quick second before looking away guilty.
Your shoes squeaked softly on the floor as you walked over to his bed. "(Name), stay away." He ordered in his solder voice which made you jump. He only used it when he was upset or angry with you. And maybe and maybe not in bed.
"Bucky." You said softly and ignored his protest, you quickly grasped his hand, not missing the was he flinched.
"I'm so sor-" he began but you cut him off bitterly.
"James Buchanan Barnes." You hissed, making his mouth snap shut.
"Don't you dare apologize. This was not your fault nor should you feel responsible for what happened. It's over now and it will never happen again. You are going to tell me you love me, then I'll kiss you, then, we are going to go home, spend the rest of the day in bed which may or may not include sex."
He nodded, only able to stare at you with wide eyes.
"Promise?" He asked.
You always kept your promises.