Steve x Reader & Bucky x Reader Imagines

Watched (Bucky x Reader) (Part Two)

Warnings: I feel like this is a huge mess, but whatever... angst... like heavy angst... I actually cried writing it. There will be two endings, you pick, one will end somewhat happily, the other will not, not even close to happy. Language, somewhat graphic, creepy skin eating stalker guy is alive and kicking, honestly I feel like this is something out of a horror movie... and I hate horror movies sooo... oh well. I've been super depressed and I feel like if o wrote a depressing story, then maybe I'll feel better. So let the reading commence, you've been warned. I've been watching a lot of murder mystery shows lately, so yeah... enjoy what you can.

"So tell me Y/n, how have you been feeling about the incident these past few months?" Your therapist asked softly.

"I still have nightmares about him, about what he could have done..." you whispered, breathing in deeply before letting out a shaky breath, fighting to keep them burning tears at bay. "I'm sorry, I'm being so stupid, I should be over this by now."

"Nonsense, you've experienced an incredibly traumatic event, not only did someone threaten your life, but the life of your husband, not to mention the life of your unborn child, these emotions are not to be taken lightly, that's what I'm here for." She told you, reaching for your hand when you began to let the tears finally fall. "You will never be receiving any judgment from me, I'm here to help you through this, however long it takes, and I know your husband is as well." She continued, turning toward Bucky, who held on tight to your other hand.

"Nothing is going to stop us from helping you, doll. No matter how many snags we come across." He whispered softly. "I just cant stand to see you in pain anymore, all this stress, I know life will never be exactly how it was before, but ill do whatever I can to get you as close to how it used to be as possible." You sighed as he brushed your hair behind your ear, looking back into his ocean eyes to let him finish. "I love you so much y/n, and once little Sarah is born she's gonna need us, just as much as we need each other, I'll always protect the both of you."

"So be honest y/n, tell us how you're feeling, please."

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"Alright men, you know the drill, step in front of your cells!" A cop yelled as he walked through the prison halls, making sure each prisoner was following their given orders. When he looked ahead, he noticed two prisoners hadn't yet stepped outside of their cell. "Step out of your cell, now!" He yelled once again, hand on his weapon when he heard a muffled scream coming from inside. "Requesting backup, cell 32."

As soon as backup arrived, the officers were shocked at the sight before them, they watched in horror as one of the cell mates was cutting the skin off of the other while he screamed in agony onto the cloth tied around his mouth. One of the officers wasted no time in tasing the man, hoping it would be enough to get him off of the other cell mate, but when he stood tall and turned toward the officers, they all raised their weapons now. They began to fire rubber bullets at him, realizing that it had no effect. Before they could reach for their other guns, he pounced on top of on of the guards, slitting his throat with a knife he has made in his cell.

As the alarms went off, and the guards and prisoners tried to get to a safer area, some stayed behind to continue to try and pry the prisoner off of the officer, with no prevail. Once he was done killing the man, he turned on the rest of the guards, rushing toward each of them, stabbing them in the process. Once he found the last officer, he stole his uniform, as well as sliced his face off, sewing it onto his own and covering the stitches before making his escape out of the prison. Back to where it all started, back to you.

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As soon as you send Bucky left therapy and got home, the news had spread that your stalker had escaped from prison. You couldn't peal your eyes away from them news, while your husband was on the phone, arguing with the prison, the news, and even some of his teammates. "No, you listen! We sent him you your maximum security prison, and you promised us there would be no chance of him getting out, how do you explain his escape!?" You listened to the sound of the person on the other line trying to defend themselves from your husbands anger, running your hands over your swollen belly nervously as the events from that day played through your head once again. "No, I don't think you understand! He was able to slip past us before we sent him to you, and now you think setting up a blockade is enough to catch him? My team would be better off catching him again, only this time he wont be passed on to anyone."