romanogers are my parents

“... there's something wrong.”

Word count: 29,352

Bucky x Mom!Reader

The front door slams, echoing through the house. Y/N’s chest heaves, breathless from the struggle. Blood, sticky and warm and real— she tells herself so thrice until it settles as a reverb in her head— paints her fingers to match her nail polish. It stains her dress and speckles her kitchen floor, whereupon she kneels. Her hands shake around the handle of the chef’s knife.

Five years.

She moved to Lambertville five years ago, took up a new name and a fake personality she perfected: a job at the bank because she fell off the Ivy League track she began in her youth when she birthed her baby and started a life as a single mother making ends meet and trying to give her daughter a normal, stable life. Parks on the weekend. Structured lessons before preschool, and then during, and then when Winnie moved on to kindergarten. A babysitter who she vetted and tested before trusting him with her kid.

She built a life here, goddammit. A lie, but a life nonetheless, constructed from the rubble of who she left behind. Painstaking details so well crafted her neighbors believe it and her coworkers don’t ask questions; brought to its knees by a ghost at her table.

(there is A LOT more, this man is INSANE)

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