Second Chances: CH 1
bucky barnes x reader
fic summary: Your life in DC quickly went to shit, so you took all of your money from your old husband and ran to live far far away from it all. One night, you hear a knock at the door and a certain soldier from your past needs a second chance at life.
Everyone in their lifetime manages to get into some sort of trouble, and most of the time it’s something that could be swept under the rug. You’d had run ins with miniscule trouble, however this time it was different; you knew there was no second chances being given out. Fleeing the state was the only option left for you, and you barely had time to grab your dog and some clothes, plus the wad of cash that had been tucked away in a safe in case this situation ever occurred. After a month or so on the road, you’d finally found a little piece of heaven to call your own. There’d been a worn down farmhouse for sale that needed some work, just outside of Portland, Maine. There was a dense forest surrounding the edges of the cornfields that marked the end of your property. A sweet little town was just a mile down the road, where you were able to get all the groceries and supplies you’d needed.
Finally having your own spot to call home once again was enough to bring you immense joy, that and being away from everything you’d endured in your past. The only exception to your solitude was your puppy, who you’d picked out from the pound before you left the town you had lived in all those years.
The daily routine was something of a dream for you, now that you were only selling goods from your garden, and eggs at the farmers market on Saturdays. Since it was Friday evening, you were making your rounds about the farm to prep for the next morning. Picking some of the tomatoes that had just finished growing, and the basil looked fresher than ever. The chickens finally cooperated and laid eggs, just in time for the upcoming market. You were more than happy with your bounty as you headed into the sun porch where your labrador was waiting patiently for you. After a ruffle to his ears, you walked into the kitchen and locked the door leading to the porch in preparation for bedtime. It was leftovers day so you found yourself on the couch, watching Parks and Rec, and eating some day-old chicken.
Your bed was practically calling your name after the long day you had volunteering to work at the local fair that was going on. It was just selling tickets and earning a small amount of cash, but you certainly had a good time seeing your new friends come out with their loved ones, and kids. Money wasn’t an issue since you had sold your old house, and it was a big one. So instead of worrying about money and mortgage payments, you paid for your house in cash the day you bought it and concentrated on making money for the fixes. Plus, you got some free stuff from the man who worked in the mom-and-pop tool shop down the road. He quickly came to see you as a daughter to him, and he slipped you some free paint and wrenches.
Everything was going just as planned for your Friday night, until you heard a knock at your door at 9 pm.
You shot a quick glance at your phone, and there were no messages indicating that any of the few friends you had were coming over. Sure, it was Friday and everyone could be out and about. But you still lived in the middle of the woods, with a giant field surrounding your house. But you figured if anything it was Gregory who ran the tool shop, and since he didn’t know how to work a cell phone it could’ve very easily been him outside. But as you approached the front door, you noticed that the porch lights weren’t even on, and that’s when you knew something was off. Either you had a ghost on your porch, or someone snuck up sound enough to not set off any motion detector.
But then, a husky voice cut through the deafening silence ringing in your ears, “Please… Help me.”
You made the brass decision to swing the door open, and your jaw went slack as you recognized a bruised, and bloody Bucky Barnes leaning on your door frame.