Yes... I know I kind of ruined the mood with the dun dun dunnn... but oh well, this chapter will be quite hard hitting I believe so prepare yourselves for me being relentless on your emotions but at least it makes you more happy when all turns out splendid :) Enjoy!
2. Russian Doll
Steve sat there reading Bucky's broken facial expression as if he was an open book; did Bucky honestly believe he loved Sharon?... Does Steve actually love her?... As Steve questioned his conflicted emotions Bucky quickly realised he wasn't going to get the quick and easy answer he was hoping for and rebuilt his wall so Steve couldn't see how he was breaking because of this, instead he flashed his usual smirk and shoved Steve's shoulder playfully, "I knew it" Bucky whispered with no hint of hatred in his tone. "You llllooooovvvveeeee her", Bucky teased, "No... I... I don't know Buck... it's complicated, She's amazing... but so are you...", Steve replies as if he was lost in his own thoughts. "Tell her you dork, go back downstairs now and tell her", Bucky says as he smiles softly to reassure Steve that he was okay, "I don't know Buck..." Steve stutters while dropping Bucky's gaze, "That was an order", Bucky quickly commands and he shoves Steve before ushering him out of his room, "And Steve... Happy Birthday", Bucky says softly as Steve pulls him into a hug for one last time before making his way down the stairs to rejoin the others.
Once Bucky had shut the door to his room; some what successfully due to the busted handle, he broke... He was alone once again and was worst then he was before, the man he loved played a cruel game and Bucky had lost; She's amazing.., those two words twisted by a vile hatred which burned deep within his heart. At this point Bucky quickly stripped himself of his shirt feeling over whelmed with the burning poison which ran through his veins; Make her your mission... Destroy her...Crush her in your gras-, his thoughts were then abruptly interrupted as he plunged his face into a sink filled with ice cold water to then look up into the mirror and see his eyes had drawn weary by the mental conflict which was unstitching the delicate make shift bonds holding his heart together. Look at you... you are pathetic... Steve wants a fighter not a coward like you, his mind sings as he scans over his facial features before he pulls back his right arm and breaks the glass in one swift punch which shatters the whole mirror. Immediately Bucky falls down into the shattered glass grasping his right wrist in pain with it evidently fractured due to the immediate bruising which is quickly covered by the blood that freely streams from the multiple gashes on his hand caused by the glass. "It'll... heal", he hisses as he looks up at the mirror frame to see broken glass marinated in fresh crimson blood with broken plaster visible where his fist made impact with the mirror. Nice work... monster, his mind haunts him with before he carefully rises from the shattered glass on the floor and rushes into his bedroom to crash down on to his bed where he still holds his wrist in agony. "Fuck...Shit..." Bucky hisses as he attempts to apply pressure to the wounds without further aggravating the fracture and after a few seconds he cries out in frustration mixed with pain and cradles his arm as he kneels on bloody sheets weeping.
"Bucky, it's Tony... I know it's bad timing at 3am however this door nee-... Oh my god...", Tony says as he pushes open the broken door to see Bucky shirtless and covered in his own blood while crying and hiding his arm from view. "Shhh Tony please, don't, please... don't get anyone", Bucky pleads as Tony pushes the door shut behind him and examines the blood stained carpet and sheets before rushing into the bathroom where a pool of blood covers the tiles on the floor, "Did you smash the mirror!" Tony whispers in a scolding manner but as he turns back to Bucky he notices the childlike innocence behind his tired eyes and immediately sympathises with him. "Bucky... what happened?" he asks softly as he approaches him carefully holding out his arms to gesture Bucky to allow Tony see his arm. Slowly he moves his arm into Tony's gentle grasp, "I... don't know... everything is agony... I can't... I can't... it hurts... I can't breathe... I can't live...", Bucky opens up and instantly Tony understands him...his pain...his life, he's not living... he's drowning... "Uh- I need to get bandages because despite your healing capabilities the bleeding is ridiculous, the fracture should heal quickly however without the bleeding stopped you have no chance" Tony says after realising he has been staring at Bucky for a matter of seconds. "Don't tell him" Bucky pleads once more as he grabs Tony's shirt when he got up to leave immediately knowing who Bucky is referring to. "I won't" Tony says as he puts a hand on Bucky's shoulder and proceeds to walk out Bucky's room and down the stairs to find bandages.
"Clint... you know where the first aid kit is don't you?" Tony whispers into Clint's ear without disturbing anyone else and immediately Clint gets up after predicting why it is needed and exclaims, "I need to tinkle" which is rewarded by a snort from Natasha and a raised eyebrow from Sam. "Okay solider... tinkle as you please", Natasha says with a laugh as Clint gets up and rushes up stairs followed by Tony which yelled after him, "Oh not on the seat you're not". As Clint reached the landing he immediately rushes into his room and grabs the first aid kit in his wardrobe before rushing into Bucky's room where he sees Tony with one arm around Bucky while sitting next to him on the bed. "Shut the door", Tony whispers and Clint looks puzzled at the broken handle and pushes the door to before hastily making his way to Bucky's side where he immediately grabs bandages out from the box. "What happe-", "He punched the mirror, fractured his hand and got multiple deep cuts", Tony interrupts Clint knowing what Clint was asking of him, Clint then silently goes to his business and checks the wounds for mirror shards before bandaging up Bucky's wrist. "Thank you", Bucky murmured as he raises his wrist out of Clint's grasp, "No problem pal, however... I think you should stay in Steve's room tonight as he will not want you to be alone after finding out what happened... also...he will literally murder me and Tony knowing we let you sleep alone after this", Clint says and if on cue Steve charges into the room with a horrified expression on his face as he scans the room and Bucky...
uh oh... unhappy star spangled man with a plan...
to be continued...