Bucky Barnes || One Shots

Anchor (Angst)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Reader

Summary: When you become upset with Bucky for going on a mission behind your back, a fight ensues and you learn why your husband has always been so protective of you.

Word Count: 1.0k

Warnings: Mentions of fighting, swearing and angst.

"How do you not see why I'm pissed, Buck?" You shouted from the opposite side of the living room. "You went on a mission without me- better yet- without telling me."

Bucky knew as soon as he had done it that he would never hear the end of it. He had known you long enough- if you could consider ninety years long enough- to know that you absolutely hated when he kept things a secret from you. It wasn't anything knew. Even when you all were younger and you were just Steve's "punk sister" you would tell the both of them off for leaving you out of their fun.

But things had changed.

Bucky didn't just mess around by stealing penny candies from the store with Steve anymore, but by risking his life fighting against bad guys that would be beyond your wildest nightmares eighty years ago.

Although you had survived in ice along with your brother, been given the super soldier serum and had fought alongside Steve long before you both had even found out that your husband and Steve's best friend was alive, Bucky still hated the idea of bringing you into his messes.

"Listen, it's done, Y/n." He told you firmly. "I'm done having this conversation. Just forget it. I'm home now."

Sticking your tongue against your cheek you shook your head, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Just because you've decided that you don't like how this conversation is going doesn't mean it's over." You raised your voice at him. "When are you going to realize you don't need to protect me, Buck? I'm not Steve's little sister anymore! We've been married for eighty-two years and you still treat me like I'm this fragile little thing that needs protecting!"

"Because you do!" He exclaimed.

He knew realistically that you didn't need his protecting anymore than he needed yours- you were strong, skilled, intelligent- you could handle yourself, but he also knew that no matter how good of a fighter you were, living a life like the two of yours meant that you were never truly safe and the worst could happen at any moment.

Everything could change in the blink of an eye.

Your hands balling into fists at your sides, you paced across the room.

"No I don't!" You shouted. "I don't need protecting anymore than you do, Buck! I'm not the same person I was eighty fucking years ago- we've been through the same-"

Despite the fact he had been arguing with you the entire time, Bucky had managed not to raise his voice to the level you were, trying his best to remain calm, knowing he was in the wrong.

However, when you compared yourself to him, he pushed himself off of the couch, picking the familiar notebook up off of the table.

"You think we've been through the same shit? Do you really, Y/n?" He asked, shouting at you from his spot.

Straightening in your spot from his tone of voice you watched as he opened the notebook, flipping through the pages- full of names of those he had wronged.

"Look at this! Look at all these fucking names!" He said, throwing the book onto the floor. "I hurt people, Y/n! They made me a monster."

Seeing the way he seethed and how his voice still cracked, giving away his pain despite his booming voice, your shoulders relaxed and your hands unraveled from the fists they were in, watching as the super soldier in front of you broke down.

"Buck-" You attempted to ease him.

"No!" He said, looking up at you and when you did you could finally see the tears in his eyes, betraying his firmness. "We didn't go through the same things. I- I would rather go through it all again than you go through that, Y/n."

"Bucky..." You cooed, still standing on the opposite side of the room.

"I can't lose you. You're all I have left of me." He said. "You always get so mad that I'm protecting you, but I have to. I know you can handle yourself, doll. I know you're not the same person I married eighty years ago, but neither am I. With Steve gone... you're the only person left who knew me... you knows me. I don't even know myself half the time. I need you. I can't lose you, especially not for some dumb fucking mission. I know this sounds so fucking selfish but a part of me is glad you and Steve got iced because I can't imagine going through this without you. You make me human."

Hearing sobs escape his mouth by the end, you pushed yourself out of your spot and over to your husband, wrapping your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest. You felt his arms tightly wrap around your body, feeling his fingers dig into your shirt as he pulled you as close to him as possible. Running your hands up and down his back as your head rose and fell with each of his sobs, you hushed him.

"It's okay, Buck." You said softly. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here. I'm okay. You're okay."

Hearing his breathing steady and his grip on your shirt loosen, you pulled away from him, cupping his face in your hands.

"I know a lot happened and we can't go back and change it," You told him, brushing the tears that had fallen onto his cheeks away with your thumbs. "But no matter what, you've always been mine, okay Barnes? No amount of brainwashing or super soldier serum can change that."

Leaning into your touch, he closed his eyes, nodding.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, my love." You told him. "Just know we're in this together okay? Til' death do us part and all?"

Chuckling remembering how you called that line cheesy on your wedding day, he opened his eyes, a hint of a smile gracing his face.

"Yeah, doll." He said. "Til' death do us part."