Warning Domestic Violence
You let out a quiet groan. Everything hurt. The last thing you remembered was Brock meeting you on the stairs. From the way, your body felt you must have tumbled down them, and judging by the pounding in your head no wonder you had lost consciousness. Taking a deep breath, your stomach rolled and you had to bite down the nausea. You were on your back, so if you rolled over on your stomach you could push yourself up and judging by the chill on your skin and the small sliver of light to your left you were once again in the garage.
You mentally braced yourself to roll over and when you started you let out another cry as you realized your hand was cuffed to Brocks work bench. “think y/n” you whispered to yourself as you looked around you. Brocks cruiser was sitting in the garage blocking you in-between it and the work bench. You couldn’t even see the door that lead to the kitchen from where you were laying, and you had no idea what time it was.
You curled in on yourself as much as you could when you heard the telltale sign of the kitchen door opening and heavy footfalls. “Glad your awake Sweetheart” Brock rasp as he bent down beside you and ran his hand down the right side of your face, “I wish you wouldn’t have made me do this” he told you with sincerity.
You tried to move away from him and he laughed, “Still not learned your lesson Sweetheart” He ask, “I am the boss in this household, and you will do what I say. If you don’t I can replace you” he whispered the last part as he bent back the wrist that wasn’t attached to his work bench. You couldn’t stop the scream as it bubbled from your throat when you heard a snap.
“Shut your damn mouth” Brock hissed at you as he placed his hand over it. Tears were leaking down your cheeks, and Brocks head was turned toward the garage door. “Do not utter a sound” Brock warned you as you heard another knock. He moved quickly from his kneeling position and headed toward the garage door opening it and stepping outside before shutting it again. You could hear a muffled voice, and then Brocks loud and clear. “Yeah, we were having a problem with the battery, I put in a new one this morning”
Clint, your mind supplied Nat said she was sending Clint to get your car.
“No, I took her to work” you heard Brock again and before your mind could even process what you were planning you screamed.
“Nah I got a horror movie playing on the TV in the garage” you heard Brock say, “But be my guest if you wanna tow her car to your shop. I will have to find where she put the keys and I can drop them off later, Yeah thanks man”
When the garage door opened and closed again you couldn’t help the cry that escaped you. If Brock was back that meant Clint had left. It took mere seconds for Brock to cross the garage, but for you it moved in slow motion as he came to stand next to you, his booted foot kicking you in the side causing another cry. “I told you to keep your mouth shut” He hissed bending down his face inches from yours, “You know I can’t let this go unpunished” he tutted squeezing the wrist you knew was broken. Tears were streaming down your face at this point.
He stood up and you could hear tools being shuffled around on his work bench, “This should do” he muttered to himself as he held a large wrench up. His smile made shivers run down your body. You let out relieved sigh as you heard his ringtone that he had set up for work He groaned in annoyance and dropped the wrench with a clang in landed inches from where your head was laying. He grabbed a rag from his work bench and bent down quickly, you tried to move your head as he stuffed it in your mouth. He tutted again as he quickly unlocked the cuff around the bottom of his work bench and slapped it tightly to your broken wrist so that both hands were above your head. “Can’t have you taking that out Sweetheart, you proved to me earlier you couldn’t be quiet”
Standing up he quickly pulled his phone out of the clip on his side and answered it “Rumlow”
You were glad for the short reprieve of the phone conversation. Your body was shaking, and the pain was almost unbearable. Not to mention you were terrified, you knew you messed up trying to get Clint’s attention. You had never seen Brock this angry. To make matters worse you were not sure how you would get back in his good graced.
“Looks like I am going to have to give you a little time to think about what you’ve done” he growled at you, “They need me at work.” Going back to his work bench he found a nylon strap and quickly wrapped it around your mouth as well. “Can’t have you blubbering” he smiled. He stood up and made his way back into the house.
It didn’t take him long to come back dressed in his uniform, and he smiled down at you once again, “I want you to think long and hard on what got you into this mess Sweetheart, and don’t go anywhere while I am gone” He laughed at his own joke as he climbed in his cruiser opening the garage door just long enough to back out. You let out a muffled sob as the door closed back.
Pain was making your vision white, and it was almost a relief when he left. You knew you needed to stay awake find some way to break free and call Bucky or Nat have them pick you up. You needed to leave. You tried to change your position, get to a better angle and then everything was a fleeting thought as the blackness crept over you.
Natasha had finished grocery shopping, and was standing on the porch of her best friends’ childhood home. She had knocked once and so far, she didn’t hear any shuffling from the inside. Knocking again she yelled, “Hey Barnes” as she waited a few minutes. Still nothing. Growling to herself she stepped off the front porch and made her way to the back of the house, where Y/N bedroom was looking in she saw him asleep on the bed. She knocked on the window and he didn’t even stir. Growling again she looked around she needed something to boost her up to the window sill. She had climbed into this window enough as a teenager. Finding something she could use she dragged it over and hoisted herself up, she tried the window first and rolled her eyes to find locked. Fine then she liked a challenge every now and again. It took her less than three minutes to have the window up as she slipped in and shut the window back behind her “Morning Sunshine” she yelled loudly and laughed as Bucky let out a yell and moved back on the bed.
“What the hell Natasha” he asks his voice gravely from sleep, “The door was locked”
“didn’t use the door” she shrugged.
“You broke in” he just looked at her.
“Well if you would have answered the door, I wouldn’t have had to” she reasoned strolling out of the bedroom, toward the front door to unlock it and bring in the groceries she had left on the porch. A few minutes later she heard him ambling into the kitchen behind her.
“If I didn’t like you, I would report you for Breaking and Entering” he chuckled.
“And I would take these groceries back” she snarked back as she placed them on the counter as she turned and looked at him.
“You didn’t have to Natasha” Bucky told her honestly.
“Y/N ask me to” was all she said as she then cocked her head to the side, “Like your new arm Robocop” she smirked.
He laughed out loud then, leave it to Natasha to be blunt and not only compliment but insult him at the same time. Some things never changed. Steve had always muttered about how he didn’t understand the need for his best friend to argue with his sister’s best friend over everything.
“so no worries Barnes, now you will be fed. I’m going to head out let you get your beauty rest you need it”
“What not going to put them away for me” he smiled.
“Y/N as me to pick them up for you, not put them away. You have two good arms start using them”
Bucky stuck his tongue out at her as he moved to start putting the groceries away.
Natasha turned to leave when her phone rang. Pulling it out of her pocket she saw it was Clint. “Yes Dear” she chirped when she answered, “Glad you got it, now what’s wrong with it” she ask and Bucky stopped what he was doing to listen, “Uh huh” She nodded her head and Bucky felt his stomach tighten at the grim look that came over Natasha’s face. “I’ll call you back Clint” Natasha told him hitting the end key before she looked at Bucky.
“What was that about” Bucky ask.
“Clint picked up Y/N car this morning, said he ran into Brock when he was getting it. Brock told Clint he put in a new battery today, but Clint says the battery isn’t a new one” Natasha told him.
“Well maybe he had one laying around” Bucky was trying to give the benefit of the doubt.
“Clint installed the last battery that Y/N car needed, five years ago. Clint is pretty sure it is the same one. And Clint also mentioned Brock was rushing to get him to leave. Something doesn’t feel right Buck” Natasha told him as she bit her lip. “I’m calling Wanda, Brock told Clint he dropped Y/N off at work”
Natasha then opened her lock screen scrolling through her contacts hitting Wanda’s number. It took a couple rings before she answered. “Is Y/N at work” Natasha ask as soon as she answered. Bucky watched as Natasha nodded her head a couple times, “Ok call me back” she said as she moved the phone from her ear and sat it on the counter.
“Wanda took today off, she is spending it with Sam. She is going to call another co-worker and find out for me” was all Natasha said as she picked her phone back up and stuck it in her pocket. She turned and headed toward the front door.
“What are you going to do Natasha” Bucky ask
“I can’t sit here and just wait, I am heading over to Y/N house to see for myself”
“Natasha, I am sure everything is fine” Bucky tried but he had a heavy feeling in his gut.
“She’s been acting funny for months now, she said they were having some problems they were working through. I believed her she doesn’t lie to me Barnes, and I hope I am wrong but something is telling me I’m not”
“Well give me a minute, if we are going to barge in I’d at least like to be wearing pants’ Bucky told her as he headed back to his bedroom to throw on a pair of jeans.
“Put on a sleeveless shirt, makes your arm look dangerous” Natasha called after him.