Shattered Glass Part 2

Shattered Glass part 2

Ship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: curse words, mentions of blood, a really angsty reader.

Summary: You and Bucky have been together for three years now, you don’t understand how he could break your heart the way he did when you found him in your bed, but not alone.

You slept your whole day away on the first day you took off, to forget. But, the next day you knew you had to try to lighten yourself up. Your closet was a mess, it still contained Bucky’s things.

Before dressing up for the day you shoved the rest of his clothes in the abandoned box in your room so you didn’t have to constantly look at them.

Except one; his red shirt. You loved to sleep in it, you didn’t think he’d realize it’s missing. After shoving it somewhere you go back to your closet and pull out an old black hoodie with gray fitting sweatpants to go with a blue shirt with a red star in the middle. You honestly didn’t care what you looked like.

after putting on some light make up you made your way out the door and to the mall. It was your place of healing.

You marched into the nearest store and looked through the dresses.

You wished Nat was here with you, she was the best at picking out outfits that you would enjoy. Plus, she always made you smile.

There was a lot to choose from in the dress section; red ones, black ones, and gray ones, but one caught your gaze. You felt like you were seeing red. It was a short mid thigh length blue dress with a white collar, the exact same dress you last saw your mother in last.

You quickly shook your head, deciding it was the wrong choice to leave your apartment and went home. You had work to do tomorrow. ____________________

Walking into stark industries wasn’t the hard part, the hard part was seeing everyone’s knowing glances. Tony had given you a quick hug and kiss on the head. Clint squeezed your shoulder, and Sam did the same. Wanda looked at you and read what happened in your head and then frowned. Natasha snuggled you with hugs then yelled at you for not telling her but then apologized for yelling and comforted you.

“Seriously y/n, you know that I’m always here for you. Why didn’t you call me?”

You looked towards her and smiled weakly, “Well I knew you would be with your mom so I didn’t want to interrupt your time with her…”

The look Natasha gave you looked like she was saying ‘seriously??’.  She walked closer to you, squeezing you tight again, “Honey, I’m here for you through thick and thin. Next time please call me. I promise I will get to you as fast as I possibly can.”

You hug her back, thanking her. But then you had to go to a certain captain in charge.

When you walked into Steve’s office to greet him he automatically shot up and wrapped you in a tight embrace. “Y/n, how are you?” “I’m… I’m actually okay.” You say holding a somewhat forced smile. Steve frowns, “I hate to say this but just ignore him today, if he comes and talks to you fine talk. But we have a mission.. and it’s serious.” You felt a pang in your chest. Last time Steve said there was a serious mission it was with Hydra, but, you and Bucky had stayed back. “Is it?” “Yes.” You gulp down your nervousness and nod, “If you don’t want to do this I under-” “I’m going.” “Are you sure?” Steve says touching your shoulders “Yeah, I’m sure…”

Steve hugs you one more time, planting a kiss on your cheek. “Let’s go to the meeting room I just called everyone down.”

You follow Steve into the room and sit with him waiting for everyone to come. They all filed in one by one, ending with Bucky. He opened his mouth to call for you, looking like he wanted to plead your name once again but you looked away. He lowered his gaze and sat down at the other end of the table.

Steve explained the mission thoroughly. As soon as he said Hydra Bucky’s eyes darted towards you, and yours did the same. But instead of looking for any longer you turn away once again. Steve needed your help, so you’re definitely going on this mission.

“-Sam will be with tony, Natasha will go with Bucky… y/n go with Wanda, Clint you find a high point and keep an eye on us, and I’ll go with vision, All clear?”

“Wait what?” The gruff voice rang through your ears and you looked up at him then back to Steve. “Y/n can’t-” “Alright Steve. Sounds like a great plan.” You say interrupting Bucky and getting up to get get ready. You were out in the hall and you could still overhear the arguing in the room, “Y/n and I can just stay back like last time Steve. Why are you making her do this?!” “I am not making her do anything buck! I already asked her and made sure and she was fine with it. So are you coming or not?” … You were already gone in your room before hearing Bucky’s answer. You put on your suit, which was a purple onesie like leotard. Matching with black leggings and a utility belt wrapping across your chest and around your back, like a sash. You finished your look with a mask that covered your lower half of your face, kind of like the winter soldiers. Except there was a cage like opening by your mouth for when you needed to use your power.

After getting ready you headed to the quinjet and boarded on with everyone. The only seat left was next to Bucky, which you reluctantly took. Steve was reciting the plan when Bucky leaned over and whispered to you,

“We don’t have to do this y/n”

You clench your jaw and look up at Steve, not answering him. “We can go back to the building and.. talk.” You squeeze your eyes shut, “Steve should me and Wanda try to work our way in through the roof?” You felt Bucky’s gaze on you falter. “That can work but we can use you guys on the ground.” “Alright we can do that.”

You only feel bad for ignoring Bucky for a second, but then you remember what he had done to you and bring your mind back to the problem at hand.

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When the jet landed everyone went into there positions as Hydra attacked.

You and Wanda were a great pair. The two of you had a signature move you’d use almost every time that would make the two of you look bad ass.

You would lift a car and throw it Into the air and she would fling it as far as she could. And You could make each other fly, she would lift you up with her powers while you could yell so loud it would fly her into the air in seconds.

The two of you were beating everything in your way. Then you got into the building and your flow dropped.

There stood Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff holding a petite blonde woman against a wall, right next to what was presumably her wheelchair. Your heart dropped when Bucky reeled his arm back to hit her.

“BUCKY!” You yelled so hard that the group flew backwards. You automatically rushed to the woman’s side and lifted her up to look at her face. She was trembling in your grasp. “Pl-please just let me go..” she said weakly You ripped off your mask and looked her in the eyes “Mom?”

“Mom?” Bucky said.  Then angrily made his way walking towards you but you gave him a warning glare and he stopped.

“Y-y/n?” She said with a relieved smile, touching your face. “My baby girl, it’s been so long..”

you started walking away from her and towards Nat.

“Running away again?” her now sweet mother like voice turned cold and gruff.

You swiftly spin around to face her again, clenching your fists.

“They shot him in the head.” You said with every syllable. “Come again?” “They. Shot. Him. In. The. Head” you say now right in front of her face “I don’t know who-” “Dad.”

The blonde woman had a confused look but then started laughing uncontrollably. You step back, staring at her in disbelief. You feel Bucky touch your shoulder, “We can just leave her here…” You look at him “So she can reek more destruction on this world?” You turn back to your mom who is now wiping away a tear.

“That douche? He didn’t understand that you were born to be a weapon. Not his daughter. So since he was against everything he just… had to go!” She says finishing with more laughter.

You pull her up by her collar gripping your gun in your holster. “Oh this isn’t funny anymore? Why did you stop laughing?” You say to her.

“Shoot me.” “What?” “Shoot me in my skull like your father was.” “No.” “No? That’s a stupid mistake.” She says spitting in your face.

You throw her to the ground bitterly and cuff her to a pipe coming from the wall, then walking back to your teammates.

“Call in a jet with a cell.”

Natasha nods and walks off grabbing her phone.

“You’re making the right decision y/n.” Bucky says grasping on to the tips of your fingers.

you squeeze his hand smiling then turn back to your mother once again.

“Do you know the pain and struggle I’ve been going through all my life because of you? You were supposed to be my mom.” you say with your voice cracking.

she grins and sits up, “Oh honey… I’ll never be your mother.”

BANG!

A shot rang through the air and your mothers blood was splattered on the wall. You quickly ran to her side then turned around to see Bucky ducked by the door looking outside for the shooter.

“son of  a BITCH!” you say standing up.

You felt your world stop when you heard another shot ring through the air. Bucky turned to you automatically, “B-bucky?” your body slowly fell to the ground

“Y/N!”  he came to your side, holding you tight.

Then you saw your teammates come to your side.

Then everything was black.

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Later on you awoke in one of Tony’s hospital beds in a panic, you shot up thinking this was Hydra and winced in pain. “Woah woah y/n it’s okay. It’s me Bruce. You got shot in the gut, lay back down.” You lazily looked over at Bruce and saw Bucky sleeping in a chair behind him. You felt your lip curl up. “Hey Bruce.” You said laying back down and smiling up at him. “Hello y/n- "What did you think you were doing out there!” Bruce was just about to tell you about your injuries but then Tony and Steve busted through the door, waking Bucky in the process. The two of them were shouting at you non-stop like two worried parents until Bucky stepped in,

“WILL THE TWO OF YOU SHUT UP SHE JUST WOKE UP!” His voice came booming through your ears, stopping your heart for a second.

Tony and Steve stared at him but then Steve frowned and walked over to you, taking your hand. “I’m sorry y/n, it’s just- ” “We were scared.” Tony says cutting in.

You went to form words but a seemingly upset Bruce stepped in, “You two cannot bust into my lab when I was about to medicate and check y/n’s wounds. Now If you want to talk to y/n you’re going to have to wait and get out of here before I go green.” You shoot the group of men a 'please go’ look and they all leave in seconds

Bruce patches you all up and then lets in the bunch again. Tony and Steve give you a father like chat about things you shouldn’t do during a mission then you went back to your room.

there stood Bucky Barnes. A tear streamed down his cheek and he looked at you like you were his everything.

“Y/n, we need to talk.”

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The Broken Hearted

ship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: None, it’s a pretty fluffy lil story!

Summary:

Readers POV:

People are born with broken hearts. Those are the ones who have lost their soulmates in the life before they had this one.

If you were born with a broken heart the soulmate system doesn't work for you.

I was born with a broken heart. It's a lot to take in but I've grown with it. I know one day I'll find someone, but I hope they find me.

People are connected to their soulmate by colorings on the palm of their hand. It will show their emotions, and if the soulmate is nearby it'll turn bright white.

My palm was morbid black. Been that way for as long as I can remember. I can remember my mother telling me "y/n, you don't need that mark to show you who to love. You can march into the big world and take it yourself"

I love my mother. She was born broken hearted as well. Sometimes she'll blame herself on my heart but it's really not her fault.

These thoughts crammed my mind daily. I shook my head and got up for work at the cafe. It's not the best place but I love it.

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"Y/n, oh my god thank goodness you're here. I've been running both cash registers since Clint 'couldn't make it to work today'" Natasha says mimicking my fellow friend Clint.

The two were obviously meant for each other but they are both too dull to realize it.

Nat wears gloves over her hands because she's not ready for a relationship and Clint... he's broken hearted too.

Yes, the soul system will still work on the receiving end of the other broken hearted persons soul mate. So if nat goes near Clint, her hand will glow. But of course she doesn't take into it.

"Sorry I'm late Nat, I didn't hear my alarm." I say throwing on my apron and rounding the counter.

"Well at least you're honest, now get to work." She says in a 'boss like tone'

Working at the cafe was fun for most of the day. But, the constant sight of couples meeting for the first time would strike me sometimes. Not that I'm jealous... it's just that it kinda hurts to see something I can't have.

So I would just ignore it and work the day away. Most people were rude and picky but some were sweet: Like the little old lady who would come in just to by an apple croissant and to feed the birds.

"Y/n are you okay?" Nat asks, after seeing the 4th soul mate meeting today.

"Yeah I'm fine. I just need some air." Nat tensed,  she looked at the line of people but nodded understanding what I needed to do. I feel bad leaving her but I feel sick to my stomach.

When I got outside there was a table of fairly attractive men all looking towards one shaggy haired mans hand. It was fluctuating from white to black to blue. Which meant that one, his soulmate was nearby, two, the soulmates heart was broken, and three, they were upset or sad.

The man looked up at my glossy y/e/c eyes then down to my hand. Which was hidden from his view. More of his friends looked over then one hit his shoulder to grab his attention. I took that as my chance to leave as soon as possible.

I rounded the corner and went through the back entrance to get back to work. I couldn't just sit out there all day.

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When I finished cleaning everything up for closing time I felt slightly relieved the day was over.  I hugged Nat goodbye and made my way outside. I felt a pinch in my palm. I stared at it confusingly but then shook it off and got in my car to go home.

When I arrived I automatically pulled out my laptop and searched, "Can a broken hearted person still get colors later in life?"

To sum it up, the answer was: 'No they cannot'

Then I searched, "What does it mean if a broken hearted person feels pinching in their palm?"

There was over ten thousand results. But the one I clicked on particularly said, 'When some one who is broken hearted gets a pinching in their hand it is a delayed reaction in the soul system. Which means they may have passed their soulmate earlier in the day but were not notified till later.'

I smiled to myself then typed another question, "What happens to a broken hearted persons soulmates palm?"

There was even more website answers for this one, 'They go through the same soulmate experience, except two colors will flash on their hand instead of one; black and whatever mood their love is feeling'

A sigh of relief blew in between my lips.   You had completely forgotten about that shaggy haired man.

I decided it was time for bed and snuggled up next to my pillow and passed out instantly.

_____ The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache. I lazily got up and got dressed, downing some Advil and sat down on the couch.

I had a night shift today. I spent most of my day reading and watching the television. ________

When I got to work the cafe seemed pretty empty. But something made me stop. Nat had her glove off and she was right in front of Clint, staring at her glowing hand. Clint reached down and placed his hand in hers and his hand automatically lit up in a blinding white light.

"I didn't know it worked like that" I mumbled mostly to myself "I didn't either..." I quickly turned around to see a somewhat short brunette girl. Her palm was black.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't stalking to see what you were saying it's just... I've never seen that before... thank you! My names Wanda, I've got to go!" Then she was gone "You're welcome?" I  nodded away and ran over to the pair and hugged them both.

"Congrats guys! I'm glad you two finally realized!"

Clint nodded, "I think that glowie thing only works if we both new. But it took so long because this red head 'didn't want to have a relationship yet'" Clint says laughing and pulling Nat in to kiss her on the head.

I laughed at the action and hugged them again, "well you two have fun, I've got the counter tonight!"

"Love you y/n! I'll see you tomorrow!" Nat says, leaving hooked in Clint's arms. Just as she was leaving I call out to her, "text me the details!"

I giggle to myself and head back behind the counter and set camp. People usually don't come late, and this cafe literally never closes.

So after I got all comfy in one of the lounge type chairs the front door bell jingled. I shot up to see who was there only to meet eyes with the shaggy haired man again. His hand was still flipping out.

"H-hey." He said in a shaky breath. I felt a little scared being that it was only the two of us there. His hand changed from green(happy) to purple (fear). He looked down at it then back up at me with worried eyes. "Are you okay?" He said with hesitation

I can hear the warmth in his voice so I calm down. Green again. "Yeah I'm okay, is there anything you'd like this evening sir?"

"Yeah well... actually I'm not here for food I wanted to talk to you about... this." He says bringing his hand up and pointing at his palm.

I felt my heart drop and my hand pinch. I lifted my hand and showed it to him. "I can't really help you. I'm broken hearted. I don't know much about the colors." Blue, black, white.

"No no heh... I think these colors are for you." Magenta(love), green, black, white.

"See they keep changing to what you're feeling, and uh the other day I saw that you were upset when my hand was blue."

He took at step closer to the counter and looked into my eyes. "Bucky Barnes." "Y-" "Y/n?" Yellow(confusion). He looked down at the color and laughed. His laugh was so beautiful. Magenta. He smiled at it and looked back up, "Your name tag, silly." Green.

I began to realize the color pattern and how it was changing to fit my emotions. But then I thought about how it probably was just a coincidence.

Blue.

"Hey y/n, what's wrong?" He lifts his hand and goes to place it on my cheek but I turn around and step away "This is probably just a mistake.. no sorry, a misunderstanding."

Deep dark blue filled his hand but it still flashed white. I stood there for a bit but then I felt his hands turning me around to face his beautiful bright blue eyes. Magenta.

"This isn't a mistake y/n" he says pulling me closer. I feel conflicted, I don't know whether I should leave or kiss him and forget my worries.

Magenta, gray(panic), magenta, gray. He noticed the changes and pushed a piece of loose hair behind my ear. "Hey it's okay." Magenta

I stepped away from his grasp and pulled his arm out and faced his palm to the sky.

I looked at his eyes which were probably going to be consuming my thoughts for decades. Then I slowly paced my hand on top of his now magenta colored palm. The light almost automatically bloomed. I squinted my eyes and tried to make out Bucky's expression. He was looking at me with the most warming smile. When the light died down our hands were laced together.

I unlatched my fingers and looked at my palm. It was still black.... then white! I giggled and bounced on my toes still staring at the color. Then it changed into pink. Pink is a color that's hard to explain. It's like love but more. It's a need, a craving desire to hold their partner close to them and to be with them forever. Pink is an everlasting bond of love that few get. My eyes flickered up to his, he was looking intently at me with that desire. Not the lust worthy type of desire but pink desire. His hand was pink too.

I dropped mine to the side and looked at him, inching closer and closer. Until he pulled me in himself. The kiss was like the Fourth of July, sparks flew in my mind. He wrapped both of his arms around the bottom of my back to keep me close. While I had mine wrapped in his hair, pushing his head into mine. We gasped for air but never stopped. The kiss was...

Pink.

When we finally disconnected, I led him to one of the open tables and sat with him. I asked him about everything, and he did as well. I asked him if it always flashed between colors. He explained that it would usually just show the colors darker than usual but when I got closer the black would flash. "It scared me. I thought you were hurt. But when I saw you yesterday I knew automatically."

"Heh, wish I did." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on my lips once more and kept our foreheads close, "Don't be so down on yourself doll." "I know I know... I'm just upset you had to see me like that for the first time." He leaned back but kept his hand on mine. "What were you crying about darling?"

"Well... I just kept seeing people meeting and falling in love together all day I couldn't take it, and when your friends were all looking at me I felt like an idiot."

"I understand, and I'm sorry about them. We were all just a so confused about my hand and well I saw you and couldn't look away so they all looked too. Don't worry I'll beat them all up for staring, doll."

I laughed and squeezed his hand. His hand turned orange(worry). "What's going on in there?" He says poking my forehead, causing me to laugh again. But then it died down and I looked back up at him. "You won't leave me right?" "Of course not doll! Why would you think I would?" "Because.. because I've dated before. They all left because of that stupid conspiracy theory about the broken hearted...' those who stick around to date one will soon die the same death of their past life soul mate'" I say mimicking a website.

Bucky stands up and walks over to me, making me stand up too, "I will never leave you y/n. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever."

In that moment I didn't know what else to do so I kissed him again. And again.

"I think I'm in love with you Bucky Barnes." "I think I just may be in love with you too doll."

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