dark!writer!Bucky x reader, mentions of Steve
Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, and gaslighting.
I hummed quietly to myself as I tidied up the house. Bucky has been sick the last few days, apparently that rain really got to him.
I can't lie, it's felt good to be needed by someone again. Sure, Steve did need me, but this need was different. Rather than being needed for inspiration, I was needed to care for someone. I made Bucky soup and I gave him his medicine. I even always had a warm washcloth ready to lay across his forehead. It was a nice little break from our routine, even if it did come at Buckys expense.
Suddenly I was pulled from my thoughts as a soft vibration echoed through the room. My eyebrows furrowed as I followed the noise to Buckys desk in his bedroom. It was his cell phone. He was getting a call. From Steve.
I looked at Buckys sleeping figure in the bed. He had an arm pulled over his face and the blankets were pulled up to his neck. Soft snores fell from his lips. Before I could decided what to do the phone stopped ringing.
Sighing I picked up the slim device, swiping the screen. That damned pass code sat in front of me. The one I can never guess. I was just about to put the phone down when it started vibrating. Steve.
That familiar tightness began to fill my chest and before I knew it the phone was to my ear.
"Hello?" I whimpered, hating myself for it. I tiptoed out of the bedroom and onto the porch.
"Angel?" Steve's voice cracked. "Is that you?"
"It's me Stevie," I sighed, trying to contain my tears. I don't know how I feel about this. About speaking to him. He was my life for so long, both before and after Bucky made his first appearance.
"Just tell me where you are and I'll come get you! Please, baby. Please," he begged. I could tell he was crying. It wasn't often I saw him cry. If he wasn't happy he was angry. Those were the only to emotions he ever showed to me.
"I don't know. I don't know where we're at." I whispered, looking around the yard. "It's nice though, Stevie. Frodo really loves it here."
"I know and I'm sorry I locked you up in the studio like that. I'm sorry, but you know why I did it right?" He sounds so desperate.
"I know. I was.. I was.." I couldn't finish the sentence.
"You were made for me. Remember? Made for me."
"Yes. Made for you." I hummed. Made for him. Was I?
Suddenly I had a flashback to that car ride with Bucky. The sudden panic that filled my bones. The way I had asked him to take me to the police. The moment I realized Bucky had no real intention of saving me.
Being in that art studio broke something inside of me. I had never felt so restricted, so trapped. The moment I was out of that room, I felt parts of the old me come back.
"Just tell me anything about where he has you. Please."
Just as I opened my mouth to respond the phone was snatched out of my hand. I looked behind me to see Bucky looking at the screen and then pressing the phone to his ear.
"You got lucky, Rogers. Don't expect a call anytime soon." Bucky said through multiple sniffles. His nose was red and his face was pale. He hung up the call and stuffed the phone into his pocket. He stared down at me with nothing but disappointment in his clear blue eyes.
"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." It just kept falling out of my mouth. I couldn't stop it. I mightve said those two words fifty times before Bucky finally calmed me down.
He gathered me in his arms before sitting down and placing me on his lap. I borrowed my face into his neck as I continued to cry.
"No, no, no. You have nothing to apologize for. I never should've left it out like that." He hushed into my ear, softly stroking my back.
"He called and before I knew it the phone was to my ear. I didn't tell him anything!" I promised, pulling back to look into his eyes.
"I know," he smiled. He knows. He knows?
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion and my head tilted. How does he know? He was asleep. His eyes flicker over for just a second, but long enough for me to notice. I look in that same direction. Up on the corner of the house sits a camera. Red dot flashing at me. Taunting me.
"Cameras? In the entire house?" My voice breaks. I slowly pulled myself from his grasp, standing in front of him.
"Just until you're acclimated! I needed a way to check in on you when I have to run errands!" He hurriedly explained. "I didn't want to risk you hurting yourself without me knowing."
"You already have this fucking tracker on my ankle! Isn't that enough! Shocking me like a dog when I go too far into the yard!" I wrapped my arms around myself, walking back into the house.
"You're causing an awful amount of ruckus for a girl I just found on a cell phone she wasn't supposed to have!" He grabbed my wrist, speaking through his teeth.
I stared at him with wide eyes. This is the first time I think that I've ever been scared of Bucky like this. Afraid that he might hurt me.
"Let go of me," I growled.
Bucky looked down at my arm before quickly letting go. As if he had burned himself. A deep purple bruise sat where his fingers once did.
"Love," he started before I interrupted.
"I wanna be alone." I pushed him away from me and finally went back into the house. I stormed to my room before slamming the door and locking it, even though he probably has a key.
I angrily paced the room, causing Frodo to let out a disgruntled mew from the foot of the bed where he was trying to nap. I just kept staring at that bruise. I can't do this anymore.
So I scooped Frodo up and into my chest, pressing sweet kissed to his face. Al the while thinking, 'we're gonna get out of here.'
