Summary: You're in an abusive relationship and try to keep it a secret from everyone.
Word count: 2.2k
Warnings: Abuse, violence
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"It wasn't anything," you say trying to convince your boyfriend, Tristen that you talking to Steve wasn't anything.
He shoves you inside of his apartment and closes the door. "If it wasn't anything than you two wouldn't have been laughing!" He screams.
"I made a joke and he laughed. It's not that deep," you say trying to remain calm.
"Don't talk back to me!" Tristen screams as he slaps you making you whimper slightly. "Oh I'm sorry, does that hurt?" He asks in a condescending tone as he cocks his head to the side with a fake pout.
"I promise it wasn't anything. Steve's just a friend. Nothing more. You have nothing to worry about," you say.
"I wish I could believe you," he says with a sigh and you shake your head. "No you don't. You enjoy it when I mess up. You thrive off of hitting me don't you?" You ask.
A wicked smile stretches across his lips. He pushes you to the floor, not caring that you hit the small table next to you, knocking a bowl over and causing it to shatter under you. A hiss leaves your lips as you feel the shards cut your skin.
You watch as Tristen takes his belt off and you shake your head. He squats down in front of you and caresses your face with the belt, shushing you as he does it. "This is your fault. You're making me do this," he says.
You kick his leg and stand up, running to his bathroom and locking the door. You reach to pull your phone out, but then remember he took it. "Shit, shit, shit," you say as you look in the mirror.
Why did you have to go to that party? Why did you let Tony talk you into going? You're not an avenger. If you were, you would be able to fight him off, but you're not. You're Tony's assistant.
You hear banging in the other side of the door. "Open the fucking door y/n! I'm not kidding!" He screams and you back away from it.
Tears fall freely down your cheeks as you bring your trembling hand up to your mouth. The knot in your stomach tightens and you hold it with your other hand as you wait for him to break the door down so you can meet your end.
Finally, the door breaks down and you know, this is going to be more painful than any other time. "Don't give me that face y/n!" He screams as he pushes you against the wall. You fall to the floor and he smacks the wall above you with the belt as a warning.
"You're the one who made this ugly," he says calmly and you close your eyes and cover your head.
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The next day, you arrive at the compound for work. "Hey where were you last night?" Tony asks when you walk in his office. "I uh stayed with a friend," you lie as you grab a few files. "Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?" He asks.
"You always wear sunglasses inside, Tony. Mine were a gift from a friend," you say and leave the room before Tony asks more questions knowing damn well you don't have any friends.
You walk to the balcony and take a few deep breaths. Closing your eyes as you try to slow your racing heart down.
A hand on your arm makes you jump and scream. "Hey, it's just me," Bucky says as he puts his hands up in defense and takes a step back. You're breathing becomes erratic and Bucky's face twists with concern.
"Y/n? Are you okay?" He asks and you sit down on the bench behind you. Bucky sits next to you and takes your hand in his. "It's okay. Breath y/n," he says in a soothing tone, but you don't listen.
