Every Other Weekend pt. 2
Prompt: After five years of marriage and two kids, you and Bucky decide you can’t make it work anymore.
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1,449
Warnings: language, divorce, angst, cheating
A/N: let’s try switching perspectives. as per the last part, flashbacks are in italics. scenes without the reader are marked with “~~~” so there is no confusion. let me know if you want to be tagged.
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You ran out the front door after him, a few pieces of loose gravel in the driveway cutting the bottom of your feet. “Where are you going?”
“Just out of here.” Bucky unlocked the car door, throwing his suitcase in the backseat. He got into the driver’s seat, the door still open.
“Why? What did I do?” He never did answer.
Saturday. The house was quiet. It felt odd, not having anyone to look after. No one but yourself. And you didn’t want to even do that. You always felt like this when you dropped them off with Bucky. You weren’t sure if it was the fear of being alone or the want to just be a family. Of course you knew, it was probably both.
You turned the T.V. on in a search for any sort of noise. You’d already cleaned up the house, did all of the laundry, worked out, and showered. And it was only 9am.
You reached for your phone, sighing and having an internal debate before sending a text.
How are they?
You stared at the message and waited for a reply, a fingernail in between your teeth. It wasn’t even a minute before he answered.
Fine. Stop worrying.
Typical. Ever since that day, he was harsh towards you, almost hateful. And you weren’t sure how that happened. There used to be so much love between the two of you… Your eyes drifted to a picture of the two of you, maternity pictures from your pregnancy with Avery. The smile on Bucky’s face was pure happiness. And the look in his eyes was nothing but love. He didn’t look at you like that anymore. He probably never would again. You knew you needed to take it down, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. That would mean things were truly over. And you couldn’t accept that.
“Dad!” Gavin yelled at Bucky from across the table, his plate assorted with eggs and bacon.
“What’s up pal?” Bucky looked up from his 7 month old daughter as he held her and she had her breakfast of milk.
“I learned a new move.” He nodded, standing up in his chair. “Do you want to see?”
“Yes but hey. No. Get down. I don’t want you to fall.”
Gavin nodded, getting down from the table and standing next to Bucky’s chair. He kicked the air, his eyes wide as he finished. “Like you and uncle Steve.”
Bucky chuckled, rubbing Avery’s back. “That’s right. You might be better than us, though. You’ll have to teach us your moves.”
“Do we get to see uncle Steve today?” Gavin climbed back on his chair, picking up his fork and taking a man sized bite.
“Chew all of that.” Bucky nodded at him sternly. “And maybe. He might be helping your mom.”
“Helping mom why?” Gavin’s mouth was so full, his words were almost unintelligible.
“You ask a lot of questions, you know.” Bucky shook his head, a small genuine smile on his face. “She has to move some things out of the house. Don’t worry about it.”
Gavin chewed all of his food before speaking again. “Why don’t you help her, dad? You’re strong.”
Bucky had no answer. He couldn’t very well tell his four year old it’s because being around his mom was too hard, too painful, too tense. He couldn’t say it was because the love that had brought Gavin and his sister into the world was gone and being around her was just a reminder of all of that pain. No. So he gave an answer that would satisfy the curiosity of his son. “Because you’re both with me. Who would watch you if I helped her?” Bucky nodded, having saved himself from a possible barrage of questions. And Gavin didn’t speak again, he just nodded and went back to his breakfast. He had the appetite of his father.
“Thanks for coming, Steve.” You sighed, a hand running through your hair.
“It’s not a problem.” He smiled, hugging you tightly. “How are you?”
“Oh, the same as always. Maybe worse after yesterday.” You laughed sadly and pulled away from him, locking the front door.
“What happened?” Steve took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack. Next were his shoes, he left them neatly next to the assortment of yours.
“He was just typical Bucky.” You shrugged. That’s all you could tell Steve. You wanted to tell him more but you knew you shouldn’t. Because if he knew everything, he’d tell Bucky and then it’d be an issue of you ‘airing our business to everyone’. Better to just be vague. “I made breakfast. If you haven’t eaten.”
“Thanks.” Steve smiled and walked further into the open floor plan house. His eyes traveled to the picture and he frowned quickly, hoping you hadn’t seen him.
“I’ll take it down when I’m ready.” You felt the need to defend yourself.
“Is the wedding picture still in your room?” Steve raised an eyebrow, leaning against the kitchen counter. You nodded. There was no point in lying to him. He’d find out as soon as the both of you went upstairs. “I don’t blame you.” He sighed. “I can’t imagine how this has been for you.”
“It’s been fucking awful.” Two fingers gripped the bridge of your nose as you closed your eyes. There was no way you were going to cry. Not in front of Steve again for the millionth time. “It would be fine if I felt like he did, you know? If I didn’t still love him.”
“You fought all you could, Y/N. He had his mind made up.” Steve reached out and rubbed your arm, trying to comfort you. He was good at that, his voice was calm and his presence was equally as relaxing.
“I know that’s meant to make me feel better Steve, but it doesn’t.” You sighed, grabbing his hand and leading him upstairs.
You lead him to your bedroom, not that he needed to be guided. He’d been there before. “It’s there.” You pushed the door open and pointed at a bookcase.
“This is a nice bookcase.” He laughed softly, walking over to it. “It’s not too heavy either. I can get it out fast. Then I’ll be out of your hair.” He smiled, nodding.
“You wouldn’t have to go. If you didn’t want to.” You shrugged, sitting on the bed. It was Bucky’s side, or it had been.
Steve chuckled, bending his knees and lifting the bookcase easily as if it were just a piece of paper. You watched him as he navigated the bookcase out of the room and down the stairs. It was almost funny how he got it done so quickly and effortlessly. You had struggled to even pick up one side of it.
You looked around the room your eyes purposely avoiding the wedding picture on the wall. The empty spot in the room made your stomach curl. The marks from the legs of the bookcase were practically engraved into the carpet. What kind of fucking metaphor…
You were snapped back to reality when you heard Steve’s footsteps come up the stairs. “It’s done.” He smiled, his eyes kind. “You shouldn’t have to hang around the house all day. Go put on something nice and I’ll take you out. Then you can try to enjoy the day.”
You felt like arguing with him, but you knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer. And being out of the house, away from all of the reminders of Bucky and your broken family might do you some good. “Okay Steve.” You tried to smile as you rose from the bed, walking towards your closet.
“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” He chuckled. “I’ll wait downstairs.”
“It’s not that easy.” Bucky spoke into his cellphone and shook his head, looking at his son who was watching T.V. and his daughter who was sleeping peacefully on a colorful blanket on the floor.
“It is easy.” The voice spoke back to him. It was female. “Just tell her something’s come up and you have to take them back early.”
“But we just had a whole week together. You can’t wait to see me?” His stress levels were rising as he tried to keep his voice quiet.
“I miss you…” She trailed off, a small smirk in her voice.
“I miss you, but this is my week. I have to honor that. She deserves time off too.” Bucky nodded. “Maybe just come over tonight. They sleep pretty well.”
“I’ll be there.” She smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” He nodded and pressed end on the phone call.