#brokenpromisesblurb

It had been kind of a hectic morning. Lots of errands to run, lots of things that needed to be done before a peaceful night in with Steve, who was coming back home after two weeks away.

However, when you woke up this morning, your head was pounding and it felt like heart was about to burst out of your chest. You were feeling uneasy as anxious thoughts were running through your head about everything and nothing at the same time. You didn't know why but sometimes you would have days like these where your anxiety got the best of you, and traumatic memories from your past felt like they occurred moments ago.

You needed a mental health day. There was no way you'd be able to handle a whole day of running errands with Bucky. Even getting out of bed this morning felt like an impossible task.

Of course if you told him how you were feeling, he'd be understanding, and he could help you feel better too. But you were in no mood to talk about your feelings.

It seems unfair but you were hoping Bucky would be able to just sense how you're feeling so you wouldn't have to vocalize how you felt. Normally Bucky would have noticed that you were feeling triggered, however, with it being a stressful and busy day, he was too busy trying to complete everything on his to-do list for today before Steve came home.

Unfortunately, with all these anxiety built up in your chest and how exhausted you were after helping Bucky clean the house, you were feeling more and more vulnerable. You felt so weak. So small. And Bucky had yet to notice.

For some reason, he assumed you were being difficult because of little things that happened throughout the day. First, you ran out of your favourite cereal for breakfast. Then, while you were picking up the dishes from the table, you spilled chocolate milk on one of your favourite sweaters.

There were some other small incidences but after each one Bucky assured you there is an easy fix, and that after today, things would be less chaotic.

Currently, he was trying to get you to slip your coat on but instead you just stood there in front of the front door, huffing with your arms crossed. Normally, Bucky would've laughed and called you adorable for trying to look intimidating but right now he was only getting annoyed since you were now an hour behind on your schedule.

"Baby please just listen to me, just this once. We can even have get my girl a new stuffie while we're out?" Bucky crouched down in front of you, trying to help you put your sneakers on. He could tell you were starting to feel kind of small, and he knew he might be able to bribe you with the promise of a stuffie.

Instead, you just shook your head and kicked him as he tried to put your sneakers on your feet for you. He groaned slightly in pain ad stood up immediately, all the patience having left his body at this point.

"Okay, put your shoes and your coat on right now, and meet me by the car in five minutes, understood?" He snapped. He was clearly very upset with your behaviour and he was not in the mood to deal with it right now.

You were frustrated and feeling even more little now, and you couldn't figure out what to do. All you knew was that you did not want to go out. You just wanted to stay home. Deciding to leave without saying a word, you picked up the sneakers and threw them at the front door before starting to walk away and towards the stairs. However, you didn't get very far as Bucky caught your arm and roughly picked you up in his strong arms. Judging from the expression on his face, he was certainly angry now if he wasn't before.

"What did I just tell you, huh? I'm not in the mood to deal with a brat today. When I put you down, you're going to pick up your sneakers and put them on before joining me outside by the car, is that clear?" He said sternly, while still trying not to lose his temper. Tears started to fill your eyes as soon as you heard his harsh tone towards you, and they almost fell as you noticed he nearly rolled his eyes at them, "Don't you dare with the tears, or I’ll give you something to cry about, doll."

After that, you couldn't help it anymore. Tears started rapidly streaming down your face as you sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. Bucky was shocked at first, he didn't realize you were this upset. He instantly began to apologize as he carried you over to the couch.

Whispering, sweet gentle words and apologizes while trying to calm you down was clearly not going to work this time. No matter how hard he tried to comfort you, you were inconsolable. You could feel your entire body shaking, and no matter how hard Bucky tried to calm you down, you just felt like your heart was on fire. It was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Moving your hand up to rub your chest gently, you tried to get yourself to slow down and work on your breathing. Bucky quickly caught on and carefully picked you up from his lap and put you down on the couch. He quickly got up, and sat down in front of the couch, kneeling in front of you.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's alright, baby. I've got you." He took your other hand in his, rubbing it gently while trying to get you to focus on him, "Just look at me, baby. I need you to look at me so I can help you, babygirl. I need you to focus on my breathing, okay? Do you think you can do that for me sweet girl?"

You looked at him for a second before carefully nodding, making him smile. He leaned up for a second to give you a quick kiss before settling back down and trying to help you again.

Focusing on Bucky, and trying to follow as him as he instructed you to take deep breaths with him. It seemed to be working, however, the anxious thoughts were still there. You didn't know how to tell Bucky though you knew he'd definitely wanna know what just happened.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Bucky said, as if he just read your mind, "I mean if you want to talk about it then I'm here for you, but I don't want you to feel like you have to. I just wanna know whether or not you're okay, doll."

"I..." You looked away, feeling even more nervous than before. It felt like your body was screaming at you to tell him why you were acting this way and how you felt right now. But you just couldn't, "I just want to be alone for a bit. I don't want to go out, I know you need to get some errands done but I don't think I wanna come with."

"Fuck the errands. So what if we order in again? No big deal, who cares. I need to make sure that you're okay, I can't just leave you alone after that."

"But I'd rather be alone right now, I promise I'm alright." You muttered nervously.

"Sweetheart, are you feeling little at all? Do you think you need da-" Bucky tried pulling you onto his lap to hug you, but instead you pushed him away and interrupted him.

"I'm not. I wanna be left alone." You nearly snapped as you got off the couch. You didn't know why but you were feeling very angry all of a sudden. The anxiety was still there but the implication of being too weak, vulnerable, or small to handle this on your own was making you a little frustrated.

"Umm alright, sweetheart, if you're sure. I guess I'll see you in an hour then, doll?" Bucky got up from the couch awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he felt slightly confused about what just happened. He knew it was a bad idea to leave you alone but he wanted to respect your decision and give you your space. He quickly left after that, and the second you heard him drive off in his car, you fell back on the couch and started crying once again.

You felt weaker than before and somehow the horrible feeling had reached your stomach making you feel a bit queasy. You couldn't help but wish that you hadn't asked Bucky to leave you alone. You wished that Steve was here too. You felt so small right now, you did not want to be alone. You curled up into a little ball on the couch and hoped that Bucky would be back soon.

After about ten more minutes of crying, you heard the front door open. You quickly looked up from the couch, hoping Bucky had decided to abandon his errands and come home to you instead. However, to your surprise, it seemed that Steve had come home a few hours early, He strolled into the living room towards you with a beaming smile on his face as he was excited to see his girl after being away for so long. Although, that smile disappeared pretty quickly when he noticed your tear-stained face.

"Oh no, pretty girl, what happened to you? Are you hurt?" Steve knelt down in front of you, looking at you with his concern-filled eyes. You quickly shook your head in reply, letting him know that you're not hurt. He could already tell that you were feeling little right now, and didn't seem to be up for much talking, "Bubba, where's Bucky? Why isn't he here with you right now?"

"He left...errands..." You mumbled, looking down at the ground, feeling guilty for practically kicking Bucky out of the house. You looked up at Steve and felt your guilt getting even worse when you noticed the shift in his demeanour. Watching him take his phone out of his pocket and angrily text someone.

"Baby come on, let's get you upstairs to bed for now, okay?" Steve said as he gently rubbed your back for a bit before getting up to you carry you upstairs in his arms. You heard his phone buzz in his pocket, and he stopped in his tracks to check and see what it was before continuing to walk upstiars again.

On the way to your room, you couldn't help but lean into Steve's touch making him smile slightly. He kissed the top of your head before gently putting you down on your bed.

You gulped, feeling guilty about receiving all these sweet attention from him while he clearly seemed mad at Bucky for leaving you alone when you told him what happened downstairs. Although, it was you who asked him to leave you alone, "Daddy please don't be mad. I asked him to leave."

Steve frowned at your words before shaking his head in reply, "Sweet girl, I'm not angry. I'm sorry I made you feel that way but I promise I'm not, okay?"

You slowly nodded in response, still unconvinced. Steve sighed in response and began gently rubbing your back as he spoke, "I'm not angry, I'm just a little upset that Bucky wasn't here while you were feeling this way, pretty girl."

You gulped before answering him in a quiet tone, "I asked him to leave me alone."

"Why would you do that, pretty girl?" Steve asked, although he already knew what happened as Bucky already texted him and explained the situation to him. He was upset that Bucky left, but he wasn't angry once Bucky explained that you asked him to leave. Now, he was just upset that you were all alone while feeling this way.

"Was feeling anxious...didn't wanna talk about it...still don't. Don't really know why I asked him to leave. I'm sorry..." You said, sniffling near the end of your sentence as the tears started flowing down your cheeks once again.

"Oh my sweet girl, it's okay, it's alright. There's no need to apologize, okay? Sometimes feelings like anxiety, or even sadness, make us do silly things. It happens to all of us, even me and Bucky." He carefully wiped your tears away before leaning down to kiss your forehead, "I'm right here, okay? I've got you, sweetheart. You just get some rest, and when Bucky comes home, we'll have a nice night in with some of your favourite pasta and whatever movie you want to watch, okay?"

You smiled and nodded your head in response. Steve smiled back at you and leaned down to kiss you again before getting up to pick up your favourite stuffie for you to cuddle with as you took your much needed nap.

Bucky felt horrible for making her suffer like this but at the same time he was afraid to lose her. He was too nervous to take her out again. Steve was nervous too but he couldn't bear to watch his girl suffer like this anymore. He convinced Bucky that maybe they could go for a picnic somewhere a bit far away from home. That way they could keep an eye on her, and the chances of them running into somebody they knew would be low.

Bucky reluctantly agreed and started searching for spots that were at least an hour or two away. Steve helped her get dressed, excited to see the look on her face when he told her the plan. She instantly wrapped her arms around him and pinky promised to be good.

After driving for an hour, they finally made it a beautiful park that relatively empty and quiet. They unloaded everything from the car, picking up the picnic basket, drinks, and a blanket.

Bucky looked over at his little girl, who looked eager to help, "Alright sweetheart, how about you hold onto the little basket for me?"

She quickly nodded, taking the little basket from him that was filled with some snacks and drinks. Bucky knew she would want to help but he didn't want her to get hurt or get too tired, so he found a mini picnic basket for her and filled it up with small things so the basket wouldn't be too heavy and she would still be able to help.

Once they settled on a spot, Bucky and Steve began setting everything up. Steve grabbed the blue blanket and set it down on the ground, before picking up the big picnic basket and setting it down on one of the corners of the blanket. Bucky helped his girl put her basket down on the other corner of the blanket before he began helping Steve take all the food out and set everything else up.

She stood there waiting for them to finish but then she started to get bored. She looked around and noticed that no one else was around. They purposefully chose this spot for this reason. They knew it would be more private and quiet.

Though they were surprised that such a beautiful place would be so quiet and empty, especially in this nice weather. There were many plants and trees scattered around the gorgeous landscape. Beautiful, vibrant flowers adorned the bushes as a pleasant breeze was blowing constantly. It was truly an enchanting place.

She noticed the gorgeous flowers while they were walking around to find a spot. She wanted to pick some up for the boys and surprise them. It was her way of saying thank you for bringing her here. She looked back at them and noticed that they were still trying to set everything up. They wouldn't mind her leaving for just a second right? She wasn't going far, just a few steps to the flowers and then she would be right back.

Looking back at them one more time, she turned around and happily skipped off towards the flowers. Once she'd reached them, she couldn't decide which ones they would like the most. Before she could make a decision, she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. Instantly, her heart started beating really fast. She was sure it was either Bucky or Steve, and she was gonna get in trouble. To her surprise though, it wasn't them.

It was a woman with long brunette hair who looked a bit older than her. For some reason, the woman looked familiar, like they'd met before. The strange woman pulled her into a tight yet comforting hug, and she felt herself hug her back.

"I can't believe you're alive! They- fuck they told me you had died! I knew they were lying but no one would listen to me!" The woman mumbled before pulling away to look at her, "I thought I'd lost you too, I thought you left me too but you didn't. You're alive and you're okay."

Even though her embrace was comforting and she felt like she had met this woman before, she couldn't help but panic at the words coming out of her mouth. Who was she? Why was she talking about her being dead?

"W-who are y-you?" She stuttered, pulling away from the mysterious woman.

However, her question had left the woman in shock. Her eyes filled up with tears as she tried to hug her once again, "God what did they do to you? Do you not remember me?"

"N-no, get away from me! Daddy! Daddy, come here!" She called out panicking as the woman wouldn't let her go.

Bucky and Steve quickly got up, racing over to her as soon as they heard her cries. Their eyes widened as they noticed the mysterious woman who was holding her in her arms. Bucky looked back down at his girl, and his heart clenched at how scared she looked. He didn't waste any time in ripping her away from that woman's grip, and taking her back to their spot. He gently rubbed her back, and attempted to shush her cries as he watched Steve deal with the mysterious woman.

"Dada, who was she?" His girl mumbled, trying to look back at her but Bucky wouldn't let her.

Instead of answering, he gently placed her down on the blanket and handed her a stuffie. Then he picked up her sippy and unscrewed the lid, looking back at her every now and then to make sure she couldn't see what he was doing. After a few minutes, he picked her up and handed her the sippy, before walking back with her to the car.

She finished her drink long before they got to the car, and she couldn't tell why but she was starting to feel very sleepy. Bucky helped her get in the back before he got in the front seat, and waited for Steve to come back.

Steve showed up a few minutes later, with all of their picnic stuff. He quickly placed everything in the trunk before getting in the passenger seat. He looked back at his girl and noticed she was asleep.