Summary: You're in an arranged marriage with Bucky and he's cold towards everyone, even you. Or at least that's what you think.
Word count: 1.6k
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You sit across the table as you watch your husband get in another argument with someone on the phone. Not a day goes by where he's not yelling at someone. Sometimes that someone is you and it fucking sucks. Especially when you don't do anything wrong. Well actually now that you think of it, he hasn't yelled at you in a really long time.
But he's always in a bad mood and always so cold to everyone.
Slowly, you eat your dinner and try not to cause too much attention to yourself. He finally hangs up after hurling several more insults. "Fucking people don't know shit anymore," he mumbles before taking a bite of his food.
"I um..." you trail off, not wanting to make him more angry.
"You what?" He asks, but doesn't look up from his plate. You stay silent, too scared to ask. "What doll?" He asks with a small bit of irritation in his voice.
"I need some money for errands tomorrow," you softly say and Bucky stands up and walks out of the room.
You stay silent, not wanting to ask where he's going or what he's doing.
He comes back in the room and walks to your side of the table to drop something in front of you before sitting back down in his chair. You look down and see it's his credit card and when you look back up at him, he's looking at you.
"Buy yourself whatever the fuck you want," he says and goes back to eating his food.
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You spent the whole day running your errands, not by yourself, but with two bodyguards Bucky assigned to you. Why? You're not sure why, but he did and there's nothing you can really do about it.
Once you arrived back at the house, you noticed Bucky's car in the driveway. It catches you off guard because he's not usually home this early.
The two bodyguards help you carry everything inside and set them down by the door. "Bucky? I'm home," you say, but not too loud incase he's on a call or something.
One of the bodyguards excuses himself and you thank him for his help. The other one stays close to you, which you don't mind.
As you bend down to pick up some of the bags, you feel someone standing close behind you. "Let me help you," you hear the bodyguard say as he places his hands on your hips and pulls your ass against his crotch.
You scream and try to get away from him, but he grabs ahold of you tightly and pins his hand to your mouth to keep you quiet. Your screams become muffled as you try to fight him off as hard as you can.
He only has you in his grasp for a few more seconds before he's on the ground and your in someone else's arms. It takes you a minute to realize the other bodyguard that left, is carrying you out of the room and into the main room to set you down on the couch.
"Are you alright Mrs. Barnes?" He asks and it takes you a second, but you nod your head.
"Who's out there?" You ask when you hear crashing and the sound of blows being exchanged.
"Mr. Barnes got in the room a few seconds before me," he says before standing up and leaving the room.
You pull your legs up to your chest and hold back your tears as best you can. You start taking deep breaths and look up at the celling while rubbing your hands up and down your legs to try and sooth you as best as you can.
