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“I’m so so…sorry Mr. Bar…..Barnes, please it wa…..is an acc…accident. I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I w…was walking and then..” Steve is shaking with fear, pieces of the vase are scattered around him, and head hung as low as possible. Bucky walked closer to Steve, arms stretch, he hugs Steve, the move shocks him to the point he stops crying.
“Shush Steve its ok, I’m not mad, I know you didn’t meant it” Bucky’s words of reassurance flow like a broken dam, and so does Steve’s tears. Those tears stain Bucky’s expensive shirt, but who cares. They slide to the ground, pushed away the pieces of the vase, even though it cuts Bucky’s pants. He pulls the little man closer to his chest; the tears pierce through his skin into his heart. Bucky put one hand on that blond hair and another on his back. Bucky whispers a song he used to calm Steve down.
‘May your dreams bring you peace in the darkness
May you always rise over the rain
May the light from above always lead you to love
May you stay in the arms of the angels
May you always be brave in the shadows
Till the sun shines upon you again
Hear this prayer in my heart
And will ne'er be apart
May you stay in the arms of the angels’
*****
Bucky is closing the door of Steve’s room when Clint says to him. “How’s the poor guy?”
“He is getting better, I think, just cry himself to sleep; any word from Coulson?” Bucky asks as they walk to the main part of the mansion.
“Yes, but it’s not much. His name is Steve Rogers, he’s 28 years old and he lives in Brooklyn. There is no record of him, no crime record, no arrest report, not even as little as DUI or illegal parking; he is not even in the missing person list. The only official document we have on him is his driving license, which expired 10 years ago; further information is listed here” Clint gave Bucky a thin folder.
“What about Tony?” Bucky asks again while reading the file.
“This is where it gets interesting; Steve is linked to someone we all know,-” at the sound of that name Bucky froze, dead in his track. Clint stops in front of Bucky and turn around.
“No, it isn’t consent, it is an abusive one, as far as we can tell” they start walking again.
“Bruce also finishes with the health report; this is the reason why I said that. He said that Steve have so many DNA, from dried cum to pubic hair. From the looks of it, there are signs of force intrusion, which means rape; fortunately there are no signs that Steve has any STDs. There are also many blunt force traumas in his head and body, concussion, bruises and shits like that. He also has some indication that he is malnourish; you can ask Bruce for the full report. In my opinion Steve is nothing more than a pole to beat and a hole to fuck, for him and his friends anyway”.
It is clear that Bucky is trying his best to not burn the earth to the ground. With anger clearly in his eyes, he tries his best to speak in his rage filled voice. “What about the man that is brought here, Tasha made him speak yet?”
“Unfortunately no” Clint said regretfully.
“Good, tell Wanda to meet me at the cell. I want to ask him myself” Bucky said as he walked leaving Clint alone. “Buy some shit for boyfriend in the police force; he has done a good job. I’ll give you the money”
“Phil and I are married, you know”, Clint shouted
“Not legally though”, Bucky spoke back
“Fuck you, Boss”, Bucky heard Clint said that, although it is in a much more silent tone.
But Bucky paid no mind for it, because he has someone to beat the fuck out of. A sly grin paints Bucky’s face.
*****
Steve jerk awake when his nightmare decided to slip in his sleep. He sat on the bed, hugging his legs to his chest. Sweats made his hair damp against his forehead, while tears dance on his cheeks. Steve doesn’t know how long he cried, or how loud he screamed; until there is a knock on the door. Steve tries his best to wipe his tears, he is afraid that Mr. Barnes will see him like this; he always hated him cried. ‘Hated when you cried, all whippy and shit. Take it like a man, although you’re not one to begin with’
“Hey, can I come in?” Mr. Barnes asks from behind the door, but Steve just stayed quiet.
Mr. Barnes slowly opened the door, his head perked over the door; he asks again, “Can I come in?”
Steve nodded sluggishly, Mr. Barnes walked slowly, letting Steve to react to his approach. Mr. Barnes sat on the edge of the bed, “Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve stayed silent. “I’m going to come closer okay, if it goes to much, speak up, I don’t want to scare you” Mr. Barnes moved slowly and keeping his body language open. Mr. Barnes is now sitting next to a curled up Steve; Mr. Barnes starts to put his hands around Steve, slowly yet steadily; as if waiting for Steve’s response. Mr. Barnes rests Steve’s head on his chest, with a soothing tone he spoke, “Hey there little guy, what happen? A nightmare? Someone scared you?”.
Steve somehow manages to tear up again. He tries his best not to spill his waterworks oh Mr. Barnes’ clothes, but it failed. Choked up by his own sadness he tries to speak, “I’m s…..so….so…sorry Mr. Ba….rnes for wa….waking….you up. Please don’t hurt me; I’ll be a good boy. Plea….” The rest of Steve’s words are muffled by his sobs.
Mr. Barnes ran his hands on Steve’s back, trying to calm him down. “Hey, hey, hey, hey; No one is going hurt you, I promise. No one is going to harm you; I’ll keep you safe”.
Mr. Barnes showers Steve with endearing and calming words, and so Steve fell asleep on Mr. Barnes’ arm, with his head rests nicely against Mr. Barnes’ beating heart. Mr. Barnes smiles.