Puppeteer (Bucky X Reader)

Part 8

(Warnings: Issa long one 😂, Panic attack, and soft Tony)

It was three months after you and the other girls went shopping. You started to become closer to everyone and now knew everyone's name. You also now had your own room between Steve and Bucky's rooms. Wanda and Vision had moved into a room together and Pepper moved into a room with Tony. This day felt different then any other day. Yeah you had bruises from training with the others but this was a feeling in your gut.

You got out of bed and looked at a clock on your nightstand. "Really? Four?" You asked then looked out the windows to the bit of light outside. You got dressed into a tank top and sweatpants. As you left the room Moose followed you with his leash in his mouth. Smiling you took it from him and attached it to his collar. Looking around you could tell no one was awake so that would be nice.

Once you two got outside your jog began. Moose listened to the birds and everything around him but you where listening to music. Your jog turned into a run as your mind wondered thinking about how you where raised and who the man you kept seeing in dreams was. By the time you got back to the compound the sun was rising and Sam was walking out. "Hey." You said a little out of breath with a panting dog at your side. Moose then walked past him into the compound probably to get some water. "What are you doing up?" He asked crossing his arms. "What am I not allowed to go for a run?" You asked teasing. "Nope it's illegal for you to be up this early. What did Steve do to you?" He asked and you laughed. "He did nothing my body just decided to wake up I guess." You said and patted his shoulder. "I'll see you later, enjoy your run." You said and jogged into the compound. You kept jogging to your room listening to your music. Because of your sneakers you where basically silent as you jogged. Of course you weren't paying attention and ran into something but it didn't feel like a wall. You let out a yelp and braced yourself for impact with the floor. Instead a cold arm grabbed you. With hesitation you opened one eye and was met with Bucky covered in sweat.

"Hey soldier." You said opening both eyes and smiled at your once roommate. "Hello Agent." Bucky said and made sure you where stable before he let you go. "I'm not an agent anymore." You reminded him and crossed your arms. "I'm not a soldier either, yet you still call me one." Bucky pointed out and crossed his arms. You clenched your jaw looking into his eyes and sighed. He had a smirk on his face because he was right. That stupid handsome smirk made you feel weak and you hated it yet loved it. "You two just gonna stare at each other or what?" Tony asked before taking a sip of coffee. Steve was standing next to him with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. "Oh shut it." You said and walked to the gym to finish your workout. As you walked away you felt a pair of eyes on you and heard muffled talking but ignored it.

You sat on the floor of the gym looking at yourself in the mirror sighing. Softly you touched your necklace and became overwhelmed with emotion. The pain, the mental state you where left in, the torture, the yelling, the crying, and most of all the guilt of killing. You started spiraling out of control. As your breathing picked up your vision got blurry. You couldn't focus on a thing and it felt like the room was closing in on you. Blinking and trying to take a steady breath you started to hyperventilate. "Y/n. Hey. Y/n. Breathe kid breathe. Focus on my voice." A worried Tony was saying to you, holding onto your shoulders. "Tony?" You asked softly and looked to him squinting your eyes to focus on him. "Yeah there you go. Look at me and focus. Deep breath in and hold it." Tony said as he rubbed your upper arms comfortingly. You did as he instructed you and eventually you calmed down. "How about you talk about it and we take a drive?" Tony asked as he helped you up. "I don't want to talk about it." You said softly as you walked with him to the garage. "That's fine." He said patting your shoulder giving you a warm smile.

"Hey Tony." You said after a few minutes of silence while Tony drove. "Yeah?" He asked not looking from the road. "You said our dad's knew each other. Can you take me to his house?" You asked then looked down fumbling with your fingers. "Sure can. Friday give me the address." Tony said then drove to the Brooklyn apartment complex.

"Know what's ironic?" Tony asked almost to the apartments. "Hmm?" You hummed as you grew more nervous. "You, Bucky, and Steve are all from Brooklyn and have some type of serum in you." Tony said to you as he parked the car. "What?" You asked furrowing your brows at him not believing him. "I'm not repeating myself." Tony joked and got out of the car. You looked at the tall apartment building and got out of the car. "Come on." Tony said as he led you to the apartment door. A clear vision of that night was playing in your head. The feel of Moose's leash, the smell of the food being made in the apartment, the clicking of a clock by the door, the man, his y/h/c hair, his resting bitch face you also had, his rough looking face, and his calming familiar voice. Tony brought you out of the trance you where in as he put a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him then knocked on the door, stomach turning. A tired looking woman with blonde hair and green eyes opened the door. "Hello?" She asked trying to be sweet as a "mommy!" was called to her. "Oh sorry, I just..." You said and felt sick to your stomach. "Does a Robert Hughes live here or do you know him?" Tony asked the woman. "Oh, Mister Hughes. He died in two thousand five." The lady said looking at Tony then you. Tears where falling down your face and you where shaking. Your father was dead. You wanted to hug him and talk to him, get to know the man you where taken from. You wanted to apologize to him for that one night. You wanted to apologize for being taken by HYDRA. You wanted to see him one more time. The woman frowned and pulled you into a hug. "Did you know him?" She asked softly into your hair as she petted it. "Father." With a nod was all you could get out. She hugged you tighter and rubbed your back. "You're the daughter he always talked about?" She asked and squeezed her eyes shut. "If you want I can give you the keys to a storage unit with his things in it, and the graveyard he is buried in, along with his only wife." She said and you nodded pulling away from her, tears where still falling down your cheeks. You felt horrible.

After the lady gave you the address and key you and Tony left for the graveyard. He let you go by yourself for privacy. You looked at all the graves till you found one that matched your father's name. "Robert Ethan Hughes." You mumbled softly and crouched down. "July 24th, 1917 to December 23rd, 2005." You looked down then over to the grave right by him. "Joan Y/n Hughes. January 8th 1919 to December 23rd 1945. My birthday." You said and began crying softly. "Mom, Dad, I'm so sorry." You said and broke out into sobs. "I'm a horrible person. I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. I'm.... so sorry." You said choking on sobs and falling onto your knees. "I could have escaped. I could have escaped." You kept repeating to yourself and sobbing more. "I've hurt and killed so many people." You said looking at their graves. You no longer could cry, nothing would come out. You sat there for what felt like 30 minutes but was an hour. "I'm sorry." You said weakly before getting up and going back to the car and Tony. "To the storage unit?" Tony asked and you nodded. He frowned seeing your red wet face and puffy eyes but he decided not to say anything.

Tony went in with you when you went to the storage unit. He also asked FRIDAY to call a truck so you could take things back to the compound. There wasn't much in the unit just boxes, and three black trunks. You opened the trunks first. In one there was women's clothes. Second one had men's clothes. The third one however was filled with weapons, knifes, guns, grenades, and a few Stark industry's models. A certain combat knife and pistol caught your attention. Taking them from their place on the lid of the trunk you inspected them. They where in perfect condition like they where just made, except for a blood stain on the blade of the knife. You looked at Tony and he nodded. Pocketing the two weapons you shut the trunk and locked it back up.

You looked in the boxes next. The boxes you ended up taking where one with letters, another with a small jewelry box, one with pictures, and finally one with a black jacket and thigh holster for a knife. Smiling softly you closed the boxes and looked at Tony. "Trucks here, what stuff to you want to bring." He asked leaning on the door frame. "Just these four." You said and he nodded. A guy came in a grabbed the box with letters. You grabbed the one with the jacket and holster then stacked the jewelry box on top of it. You put them in the pick up then went over to Tony. "Thank you." You said softly and he smiled. "No problem kid, anytime." He said and gave you a one armed hug. "Tony, I'm older then you." You said giggling. "Yeah but to me you are just a twenty six year old." He said and patted your back. "Whatever old man." You teased. "I'm not the old man, Steve and Bucky are." He said and crossed his arms. You smiled and both got into the car to go back to the compound.