Trust I live my life
Bucky x reader, Avengers x reader
Notes: angst, frustration, anger, heartbreak.
A/N: I had to get this out somehow, and I don’t think it’s my best work; but sometimes you just gotta go with it. I usually don’t let my mood influence my writing this much, but it’s incredibly frustrating when you feel like you’re not trusted to live your own life the way you want to. I’m sure some of you know the feeling. Sometimes, you just wanna get away.
“You can’t go on a mission like that my sweet thing. Clean yourself up, you have a target to seduce not scare them off”
“Your posture is off, you’re not gonna be able to take some one out like that. Stand up straight”
“Check in, we need to know where you are at all times”
All your life it’d been like that. People right and left telling you what to do, and when to do it. Meddling with every single part of you, your job, your personal space; it’s all scrutinised and ‘corrected’ to what others think is best. Now, you weren’t in the best of situations a few years ago, your father made sure you knew damn well you were only bred to do his bidding. That didn’t mean you didn’t have a personality of your own though. And it certainly didn’t mean that you hadn’t developed a hatred towards the man because of the way you were treated.