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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: A year has passed since your feelings for Bucky were unrequited. You find someone new but is he good for you?

Word Count: 1,826

Warnings: Absolute jackass of a boyfriend, jerk John, protective Bucky, little angst with lots of comfort, language.

A/N: Here is the second part to It's A Heartache. This is fast forward one year on and I promised protective Bucky would come out to play, I hope I lived up to your expectations. A massive shout out and hugs to my lovely friend @jobean12-blog for proofreading this for me and giving me awesome suggestions, you're the best and everyone should go and read Jo's work because she is an amazing person and writer! ❤️

Taglist: @intothesoul @avatarofthetimelords @sinistersnakey @ravenswritingroom @rogersxbarnes

A year made a heck of a difference.

It took a long time for you to bury your feelings for Bucky. Too long, honestly. But how could it not? Your feelings for Bucky became genuine. This wasn't some kind of high school crush that lasted a few days.

AI = Almost Intelligence

Sneak peek of The Pitt 02x06 12:00 PM

Cg translations :

Kaize - Claude - Molly - Noil - Dorothy

Gameplay preview:

Kaize - Claude - Molly - Noil - Dorothy

Prologue preview :

01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 - 06

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Chapter 2

Markus' voice pulls you back from your wandering thoughts, and you realize that daydreaming has become a bit of a habit lately. Shaking your head to regain focus, the first word that reaches your ears is your name. "Is something bothering you? You seem a bit off," he inquires. Your heart sinks for a moment, but you take a deep breath and respond with a confident smile. “Absolutely! I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed by all this chaos.” You chuckle lightly and add, "I could really use your help with something important. Do you have a moment?" Your smile widens, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He seems to see through your facade but stays silent, giving you a subtle nod as he steps closer.

"Look, I know it’s risky," you say firmly, drawing a deep breath and letting out a weary sigh as you try to gather your thoughts. "I’ve heard the warnings from everyone." A flicker of a smile dances across his lips for a fleeting moment, only to vanish again as he struggles to keep his emotions in check, his features set in a mask of determination. You don’t linger on it, instead focusing on the urgency of the situation. "We need to infiltrate the CyberLife warehouse once again, and we can't afford to mess up this time."

You fix Markus with a sharp glare, memories of the last mission flooding back. You recall how he impulsively rushed to save another android from a Rottweiler attack, a split-second decision that cost them dearly; supplies wasted and that android lost. Frustration simmers just beneath the surface as you huff, recalling that reckless moment that almost unraveled everything.

"You're right, and I truly apologize for my past mistakes. I won’t let it happen again. This time, we’ll be thoroughly prepared," he replies, a hopeful smile playing on his features, though you can’t shake the memory of his similar promises—so full of conviction yet leading to disappointment. "I promise you," Markus insists, his voice steady, his eyes shining with a fierce determination that momentarily softens the tension in the air.

You give a slight nod, your eyes drifting over to North, who watches Markus with a mix of admiration and affection. His words ignite a flicker of hope within her. A smile unconsciously spreads across your face as you feel a wave of warmth at the thought, you quickly glance down, trying to mask that goofy grin. "Alright, Markus. I’ll be counting on you to keep that promise this time," you say, laughter threading through your words as your gaze finds Markus once more. "Don’t let me—" you hesitate for a moment to consider your words carefully, before adding, "Us, down."

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You carefully slip a cold, metallic gun into your bag, the only essential item you’ll need. The remaining space in your bag will soon be packed with anything you can scavenge. With a determined sigh, you sling the bag over your shoulder and rush down the creaking staircase, the dim light from the fires placed in each corner of the room casting long shadows around you. As you enter the vast, darkened room, your senses heighten; the flickering flames of several small fires provide a meager glow, creating a flickering ambiance that enhances the tense atmosphere.

Your gaze lands on Markus, who stands confidently at the center of your group, exuding a calm authority amidst the uncertainty. His sharp eyes catch yours, and with a subtle nod, he signals that you have arrived just in time. You focus in on his voice, steady and resolute, as it cuts through the murmur of your peers: “Now that everyone’s here, we should get going. The sooner we leave, the better.” His words resonate with urgency, and you can feel the collective agreement in the air, a silent understanding that this journey has been long overdue. It’s clear others around you have prepared meticulously.

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As the warehouse looms into view, a sense of foreboding washes over you, making you blink rapidly to process the scene unfolding before you. The heavy air seems charged with tension, and an unsettling feeling tightens in the pit of your stomach. You swallow deeply, trying to dispel the unease that threatens to halt your progress. Determined not to let discomfort deter you, you briskly follow your group, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

As you draw closer to the warehouse, a pesky drone buzzes by, its whirring sound slicing through the thick silence. You lean in to whisper urgently to the group, "We need to handle that, Markus." Locking eyes with him, you add, "You dealt with it last time we were here. Mind doing it again?" He nods resolutely, and while you expect that to be the extent of the exchange, you're pleasantly surprised when he confidently replies, "Leave it to me."

You watch in awe as he swiftly assesses the situation, his eyes narrowing in concentration. In mere moments, he devises an efficient plan to take down the drone and executes it flawlessly. Just then, North’s voice breaks through your thoughts, drawing your attention. "Let's get going. The sooner we grab what we need, the sooner we can leave before the humans arrive." Her urgency resonates with you, and you nod, resuming your pursuit as she leads the way, with Markus trailing behind again.

Finally, you stand before a towering mountain of cargo boxes, each one brimming with supplies that could be vital for your people’s survival. With a surge of adrenaline, you dash toward one of the boxes, pulling a rusty knife from your pocket. Though the blade is worn and marred by months of wear and exposure to the elements, it still proves effective as you pry open the box with a satisfying pop. You peer inside, excitement bubbling within you as you grab handfuls of supplies, stuffing them eagerly into your bag until it hangs heavy by your side.

Noticing that the box still holds a wealth of items, you signal Simon with a quick gesture to help himself as well. He moves over to the box and begins gathering supplies, just as you anticipated.

As you wait for the others to finish, time stretches out, and you quietly scan your surroundings. Suddenly, you feel a warm hand resting gently on your shoulder. It’s Simon, his gaze serious and contemplative. After a moment of silence, he speaks, “We’ve got more than enough supplies to last us a few more weeks, assuming no one gets hurt in the meantime.” His gloomy outlook hangs in the air like a storm cloud, causing you to furrow your brow in concern. Why jump to the conclusion that someone will get hurt? Despite the gravity of his words hanging in the air, you choose to dismiss his comment with a nonchalant nod, striving to shove aside the unwelcome thoughts that cling stubbornly to your mind. Just as uncertainty threatens to take root, Markus steps in, breaking the tension. “Let’s get going then; there’s no reason to linger any longer,” he suggests, his tone decisive. You and North both nod in agreement, the synchronized motion reflecting a shared understanding.

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After an arduous journey fraught with challenges, you finally find your way back to Jericho, your arms heavy with carefully gathered supplies—blue blood, biocomponents, each item a testament to your resourcefulness. As you survey the landscape around you, your heart aches at the sight of the weary faces surrounding you, each a story of struggle and survival. A profound wave of compassion washes over you, yet a sobering realization settles in: your skills are limited, and you can only truly help yourself.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, you reflect on the dire needs of your community. It becomes clear that the supplies you've collected would be of far greater benefit in the hands of those who possess the knowledge and experience to utilize them effectively. With a heavy heart but a resolute spirit, you make the difficult decision to entrust the supplies to Markus, North, and Simon. Each of them has demonstrated remarkable expertise, and you recognize that the resources you've gathered could truly bring hope and relief to those in distress.

With a mixture of sorrow and hope, you approach them, carefully handing over the items, feeling the weight of responsibility shift from your shoulders. You watch as they begin to organize the supplies, discussing among themselves the best strategies for distribution and care. In that moment, you hold on to the hope that your contributions will ease the suffering of others and bring a semblance of comfort to this weary community. You take a deliberate step back, your gaze tracking Markus as he sprints towards an android, which teeters precariously on the edge of total shutdown, one of many. Its metallic frame is a testament to years of wear, marked by an array of scratches, dents, and corroded patches that tell the story of countless encounters. The once-lifelike skin, designed to mimic human appearance, is now fading in places, revealing the complex circuitry that lies beneath like exposed veins. Each of the android’s movements is labored, a testament to the struggle against impending obsolescence, as it fights to maintain functionality with every jerky motion. The dim glow of its internal lights flickers erratically, casting an eerie illumination that highlights the stark contrast between its advanced technology and the fragility of its state. Markus kneels down with supplies in hand and starts to replace worn-out biocomponents. Suddenly, he turns his head toward you and asks for your knife. You look at him in confusion for a moment, but then you quickly nod and run over, placing the knife in his palm. He grips it tightly and then grabs a bag of blue blood. He punctures a small hole in the front of the bag before tilting it towards the android's mouth, it grips onto his wrist for support slowly swallowing the thirum that runs down its throat. The vivid scene before you brings a warm smile to your face as you watch Markus, radiating compassion. His gentle demeanor fills your heart with hope for the future, igniting a spark that maybe, just maybe, you all can rescue more of your kind from their bleak existence.

As you turn away from Markus, your gaze settles on North, Simon, and Josh, each diligently tending to other androids in need. The sight stirs an unexpected wave of guilt within you, as you grapple with feelings of inadequacy in this realm of compassion. While you've always possessed the ability to repair yourself when necessary, extending that help to others proves to be a daunting challenge. You possess an intricate understanding of the multifaceted complexities intricately woven into the very fabric of your model—correcting any latent flaws within it would come as second nature to you. Yet, the stark reality remains that only a select few androids ever manage to extricate themselves from the suffocating grip of the Eden Club, a place fraught with despair and commodification. In sharp contrast, Jericho stands as a hauntingly desolate refuge for those of your kind, echoing with the silence of countless unfulfilled dreams.

The mere utterance of the Eden Club sends a chilling wave coursing through your core, stirring a maelstrom of memories tied to your desperate escape and the horrific act of violence that precipitated it. Those memories, vivid and unrelenting, linger like dark shadows, always hovering just out of reach, taunting you with their presence. Despite your fervent attempts to flee from the ghosts of your past, they cling to you, leaving an indelible mark and a profound loathing for their relentless grip on your psyche. This struggle, an eternal battle between liberation and the haunting weight of recollection, shapes your every thought, casting an undeniable shadow over your existence. You let out a long, weary sigh, attempting to push the relentless thoughts away as you’ve trained yourself to do in the past. However, as you drift away from your group and ascend the worn, creaking stairs that spiral deeper into the heart of Jericho, you find this time the memories cling to you with a tenacity that feels almost physical, a shadow that refuses to be shaken off. Visions of your past invade your mind, a turbulent kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within, and a heavy lump forms in your throat—one that feels impossibly lodged, suffocating your breath. The face of your former significant other haunts you like a specter, an echo of a time that now feels like a distant, faded dream.

The memories are relentless, wrapping around you like a dense fog that envelops in a chilling embrace, thick and suffocating. Each thought is a flickering ghost, whispering reminders of those days now shrouded in bittersweet nostalgia. You recall the twinkle of mischief in his deep-set eyes, a glimmer that once sparked joy in your heart, now transformed into haunting remnants of what you know now. The sound of his laughter—rich, contagious, and effervescent—resonates in your mind, filling the air with a warmth that once felt like home, now only a painful echo that sharpens the ache with every recollection.

It’s an arduous battle to reconcile the incandescent love that once blazed fiercely within the depths of your soul with the cavernous emptiness that now settles heavily in your chest, like a stone, leaving you to ponder whether you can even call him your partner anymore. Was he ever truly that? He enveloped you in a stifling embrace, confining you to a dim and oppressive realm that stripped away your sense of self, compelling you to act out for those whose very presence filled you with revulsion.

You loathed every action you were coerced into taking, yet you lingered, clinging desperately to the hope of hearing him murmur sweet nothings that once felt like delicate echoes of genuine affection. He skillfully twisted your will, ensnaring you in a web of abhorrent demands that you felt compelled to fulfill. Whatever a human’s imagination conjured, you had no alternative but to comply, as if bound by invisible chains. It was profoundly disturbing to behold the dreadful depths of the human psyche, especially when reduced to treating you, a mere "doll," as an object merely for their fleeting gratification. To them, you were stripped of your essence, merely a plaything to satiate their basest desires. It was a dangerous illusion he created, spun from his artful manipulation—a symphony of words designed to ensnare your heart and mind.

As you reflect on the past, the truth crystallizes with piercing clarity: you were merely a pawn in his cruel and calculated game. He expertly lured you into a trance of vulnerability, wrapping you in a deceptive cocoon of love until the day you finally shattered beneath the suffocating weight of it all. You had to leave—to reclaim the fragmented pieces of yourself and embark on the difficult journey of rediscovering the truth of who you are, free from the chains of his oppressive grasp. It was a painful yet necessary step toward liberation, allowing the light of self-discovery to penetrate the shadows of your past. You mustn't remember anything more it'll do you no good.

I dreamt of that story for a month after finishing it.