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Ripped In Two - Bucky x Homeless! Reader

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~~~~ Warning: Violence and Sensual Themes Ahead!  Also I left the reason why the reader was homeless open-ended. Other than that, please enjoy my readers.~~~~~ 


Life is not a box of sunshine where all the possibilities unfold in front of you; instead it decided whether or not to bring you up or sending you crashing down.

At least that’s what you liked to think as you stared at a couple of women passing by with enormous shopping bags and expensive looking sunglasses.

They walked without a care in the world comfortably happy with their plushed lifestyle and overall blessed life. Coincidentally one of these women felt your stare and gazed over to you. She gave you a look of disdain as she surveyed your form.

You looked down to your rags for clothes. They were grimy and held a certain stench that would make any person’s eyes water.

Embarrassed that you looked disgusting compared to her you crossed your arms and turned away; tears stinging your [e/c] eyes.

Wanting to get away from the woman’s stare, you disappeared into an alley.

As you stepped deeper and deeper into the darkness, you started to feel better. At least in the dark no one could judge you.

Going further into the alley, you watched it go from dumpsters to makeshift homes.

You sighed. ‘At last I’m home…’

Suddenly you remembered Bucky who lay in your tent sick. Feeling a sense of urgency you sped up your pace to reach your home faster.

As you cautiously observed your surroundings, you saw a couple of homeless people like yourself near a dirty tent calming talking amongst themselves when they looked up.

At first fear was in their eyes, they were scared that the abusive thugs who had a sick enjoyment of beating people up were there again. However as they saw you, relief and a spark of happiness graced their stubbled features.

“Hey {First}” The one with a noticeable British accent named Arthur said. He used to be successful business man until the Stock Market Crashed in ’09. “Where ya been, love? Hope no trouble came to you”

You bit your lip. The recent hurtful memory of that woman’s glare hit you. “Y-Yeah no trouble. I was just taking a stroll”

Arthur softly smiled when the other homeless man next to him called Mike spoke up, “Of course {First} wouldn’t have any trouble- she would kick ass!” He swung an arm around you; breath stinking of alcohol.

Jokingly you replied, “Yep with my Kung Foo Grip” You smelled his breath before scrunching up your nose, “Mike I thought you were going to quit drinking?” When Mike used to be a cop, he drank all time. It was the only thing that kept him from remembering all the faces of criminals he shot and killed. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore- since he had no support of a wife or kids to go to- and went to live in the streets.

Mike grinned, “Sobriety is for chumps! Besides this is only for medicinal purposes”

“Pfft you liar. You like drinking too much” You unwrapped his arm from around your shoulders.

“Damn right I do” He took a swig from his whiskey.

You shook your head; smile never leaving your face. A tingling feeling to go home shot through you again, “Anyway guys I should go”

Arthur pouted, “So soon? We only started talking”

You shrugged, “We could talk at a later time. Besides I have to go check if my home is still there”

Arthur and Mike nodded knowingly. Recently thugs destroyed various homeless people’s homes for fun and videotaped it. In even rarer times did the thugs wait for the unfortunate soul and jumped them.

“Be careful, love” Arthur said.

“Always check your 6 and when you get into trouble kick em where it hurts!” Mike smiled before he hugged you.

“Thanks guys” You lightly hugged them both before hurrying your way once again.

 

 

****

 

Five minutes later you finally arrived to your humble abode.

Observing your little tent, you felt a small sense of pride. It wasn’t much but it was (mostly) clean and well-kept. But most of all it was home.

You didn’t have time to admire your “house” when you heard a groan from inside.

“Dangit I completely forgot about him!” Rushing inside your tent, you saw a half-naked muscular man breathing heavily. Beads of sweat collected on his forehead and slid down.

His blue eyes flickered to yours. You watched his mouth slightly relax in relief, “{First}” He whispered.

You quickly went by his side, “Bucky its okay I’m here” You touched his forehead. It was scalding. Quickly reaching for your canteen of water you poured some cool water on one of your spare cloths and draped it over his forehead.

While you were tending to his needs, you failed to notice that he quietly observed you.

Usually no one would have given a damn to a random stranger who had wounds all over his body. Bucky wandered from place to place doing what he could to run from Captain America, his employers, and hell the whole world. He was branded as a terrorist and had nowhere to go.

Eventually after months of running, his body finally gave out from under him. He simply had no energy to fight.

He remembered hiding in an alley outrunning one of the assassins his Hydra employer sent after him. He was clutching a gun wound to his left shoulder but blood kept splurting out. Red started to stain his hand and his vision faltered. As his vision became more blurry, he slumped to the ground.

Soon he saw a figure slowly walking toward him. He thought that this was finally the end of him; a death by assassin. He figured this death was justified after all: kill by the gun, die by the gun. 

He calmly waited for the last sound of the assassin’s gun firing into his skull when small nimble hands touched his face.

Surprise filled his being. He was more than sure that the assassin was a man.

“Hey” The female spoke, “I’m going to help you….but you better not resist or I’ll kick your ass”

Bucky would have laughed at the absurd threat if not for his blurry vision. He chose to not answer as he felt the small woman take one of his arms and hoisted it over her shoulder.

“My name is {First}” She stated, “We are going to my tent but try anything and I will slit your throat”

Bucky grunted impressed. He quietly wondered how such a small woman could possess such ferocity. Clearly the reason was beyond him.

That was six months ago. Cut back to present time and Bucky’s hard exterior started to thaw. Aqua eyes softened as they beheld your form.

You noticed his subtle change in his usually stoic mood. “Bucky you okay?” You were concerned. Bucky’s simple case of flu left him bed-stricken.

Bucky looked away feeling weak that he was softening up to you. “I’m fine”

You exhaled. You had always wondered what this strange man was thinking. It was only through careful observation were you able to get a hint of what he was feeling.

Feeling his forehead again, you relaxed. “Thank goodness. Your fever is going down”

He stayed silent secretly reveling in your cool touch.

You patted his toned shoulder, “Eh did you hear what I said?” You stared into his handsome face.

“Yes” He breathed closing his eyes.

You rose an eyebrow thinking he was going to sleep again. ‘Didn’t he just sleep twelve hours?’ you thought ‘He reminds me of a qrizzly bear… sleeps all day but still moody’ Unexpectedly a low snicker bursted through your mouth.

“What’s so funny?” Bucky asked.

“Nothin” You giggled as the image of a Grizzly Bear Bucky flitted through your mind. Swatting the hilarious thought away, you felt the air become chillier. You stood up to get some blankets that were hanging on the clothes line outside so you and Bucky would have warmth for the night.

Bucky’s eyes snapped open once he felt your touch wasn’t there anymore. “Where are you going?” His paranoia started to get the better of him again; he started to raise himself up.

“To get more blankets. Its getting cold” You kneeled down and gently pushed him back down. “Calm down, you need to rest. I’ll be right outside”

With a grunt, Bucky resigned himself to lay down once again.

Once outside, you felt the crisp evening air breeze through your hair. Going to the clothesline, you started to take the dry blankets one by one. You hummed to yourself as your mind strayed to Bucky.

In the months, you spent together you felt close to him. Whenever you went on a food run, he was always there to offer protection and a helping hand. Of course he still kept to himself but every day you saw a little more of him break through the walls he made.

Nonetheless you weren’t naïve. You knew he was the Winter Soldier; ever since you took him in that fateful day as he was laying there bleeding out. You didn’t see a ruthless murderer but a broken man. A man that life took and spit back up deeming he wasn’t worth a shit.

A brief flash of memory shot through your brain. It was of Bucky on one sunny day. He gave you a red rose when you both were pickpocketing to get money for food. That was a good day. You remembered the almost unrecognizable blush on his features. Your heart fluttered. It was at that moment you realized he felt a small affection toward you while you already had a developed crush on him.

“…Bucky” 

A shadow moved in the corner of your eye.

Blinking at the sudden movement, you stopped what you were doing. “Hello?”

No answer

“Bucky?” You heard heavy fotsteps towards your left to another part of the big alley. “Uh hello?”

A shadow of a large man was walking to the far corner of the alley. Suspiciously it looked like Bucky.

You groaned, “Dammit Bucky you aren’t supposed to be walking before you fully recovered!” You hurried to him thinking, 'Idiot! Why do you always push yourself? Even the strongest people need rest sometime!'

In a few moments, you finally caught up with the guy. You saw the back of the his big head and growled, “Bucky you better get back into the tent or I’ll-“ You stopped talking realizing your mistake.

“Well darlin I ain’t this uh Bucky but I will be more than happy to come back to your tent~” The man turned around.

You faced this man in horror. He was for the lack of a better word- ghastly!  He had missing teeth and a nasty tattoo of a snake eating a man along his forearm. You would have easily ran away if not for the gun in his hand.

Dangerously he neared you with gun cocked, “Now don’t run away unless ya want to live”

Instinct told you to stay put but your rebellious side sprang out. Fighting was a better option than possibly being raped.

You felt your trusty little knife  hidden in the sleeve of your long-sleeved shirt. When the man stepped forward with his gun, your hand shot outward. 

"AH!" He screeched looking down to his shoulder to see the knife protruding out of it. 

Smirking, you stated, "Asshole it takes more than that to threaten me" You kicked him in the jewels and he collapsed into a heap. 

A victorious grin swept through your face when your back hit a broad chest. 

"Oh honey you shouldn't have done that" 

Slowly turning you saw a man with the same tattoo along his forearm except he had a beard. 

The bearded thug grabbed your arms while the man with the gun on the floor slowly stood up. 

"Little bitch you will regret that" he said. 

You struggled against the vise over your arms but it was no use. Then looking down to your legs, you had a bright idea. Why not kick the gun from the man's hand? Surely he wouldn't expect it.

Taking a deep breath, you kicked your leg forward in effort to knock the gun away from him. Unfortunately he shot close to your ear leaving your ear ringing. Disoriented, you felt your hair being pulled from behind.

The bearded man kicked the back of your knees thus leading you to fall. Vaguely you felt bruises forming along your knees. With hand still grabbing your hair, the man with the gun stepped forward manically grinning.

“You know my friend and I have been watching you go from place to place. We wondered why a pretty girl was in the slums” He pulled your chin to make you look up at him, “Then we decided why not pay her a visit?”

Your breath caught and fear dripped into your veins.

He looked around before coming close, “Don't worry babe our visits don't take that long~” He laughed.

You went close to his face. He thought you were going to kiss him until you opened your mouth. You chomped down on his nose. He roared in anger clutching his nose. Hitting you with the butt of his gun, he yelled to the man holding you. “Fucking bitch! John hit the little cunt!”

John obeyed and threw you to the floor. He towered over you before hitting your face with his huge fist.

“Gah!” You wailed; head going to the side from all the pain.

John looked back to his friend deeming you were now in submission, “Jerry what do we do now?”

The thuggish man stared at you and grinned, “What we always do John. We have some fun” Jerry grabbed your hair and harshly made you face his clothed crotch. You strained against his hold.

“Don’t bother screaming” You felt the tip of his gun atop your head, “Anyway you are gonna be too busy sucking my-“

WAH - BAM!

Immediately the pressure on your head was gone. Still somewhat disoriented, you looked around to see the man on the floor getting kicked in the face by another person.

John took some time to understand what was going on before he was punched in the throat. He flew to the ground, head bent in a strange angle. His neck was broken.

Numbly you gazed up to see your savior. It was the man you started to love. “Bucky?” You uttered.

Bucky didn’t seem to hear you as he continued to wham on Jerry with a flurry of kicks and fists left and right.

You heard bone shattering as Bucky’s metal arm contacted the jaw of the attempted rapist’s face.

Realizing Bucky was going to continue and possibly kill the man, you shouted, “Bucky!”

It was too late. Bucky gave him a fatal punch as he heard your voice, “{F-First}?”

You weakly stood up and commanded your bruised legs to walk toward him. Bucky saw your weakened state and swiftly took you into his arms. “Are you okay?” His rough voice conveying concern.

“Yeah. Are you okay? Aren't you supposed to be sick?” 

"I'm fine {First}" Bucky replied before glaring at the now dead Jerry at his feet, “…At least now I am”

You nodded and hugged him. In that situation, you needed someone to hold.

Bucky had expected you to yell at him for killing the two men but was content with this. He put his face against your matted hair and closed his eyes.

Too soon, you disentangled yourself from him and put your small hands on his face. Tenderly squeezing you said, “Let’s get back inside the tent” You let go of him limping to the tent.

Puzzled he neared you and took one of your arms in order to support you, “You aren’t angry I killed them?”

“No. I’m not angry. I understand why you did it. You do what you have to in order to survive”

“I did it to protect you” His azure eyes stared deeply into yours.

“Thank you” You softly smiled when your more mischievous side came out, “But-“ He held his breath, “- But I’m warning you, I’m going to scold you for leaving your bed”

Baffled he answered, “But I just-“

“No arguing. You are sick and I’m supposed to take care to you” You took his hand in yours, “I’m not going anywhere…are you?”

He shook his head, “Never”

 

~~~~~Timeskip Of Three Months Later and A Twist~~~~~

 

Steve Rogers eventually found his friend in a shabby alley living with a homeless girl.

He eventually convinced his friend to go with him despite Bucky’s best efforts to stay. But with the new S.H.I.E.L.D. agency going to grant Bucky full immunity and Steve’s restless efforts to take Bucky home, you made the hard choice of letting Bucky go.

Bucky tried to convince you to come with him but you couldn’t leave your friends and home behind. Besides there was a special reason why you left society to live in the darkest hole you could find.

Realizing nothing he could say would convince you to come with him, Bucky sadly packed up what little he had and he embraced you. He didn’t want to go but he had to.  

“I’ll come back” He promised before he left with Steve.

Your heart ripped in two watching him leave. You struggled to keep from crying because you knew he would probably forget you and live his new life.

Even after weeks passed, you still refused to cry.

Because there was still hope. Hope that he would come back.


Ahhhh! Why?! Why did I write all the angst and the feels??!
Seriously before I become an emotional wreck because of this story, I wanted to take the time to thank the kind words of some readers.
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Thank you all for the love and hope you all take the time to comment J

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