Bucky Barnes X Sister!Reader
Part Two; Massacre, The New American Dream
Warnings; Yelling, swearing, kidnapping, violence, fighting, some angst
A/N; I have no clue what Bucky’s other two sisters are called but I made up a name for one of them, but I wanna say thank you all so much for the love for this series!
“How’s This For The American Dream?”
You pulled your mask up to cover the bottom half of your face, the goggles down to hide your eyes. You stood on the rooftop of the building and looked down, following the blue and red lights of the NYPD police cars to where the hotel was, then you spotted the black Audi that you could assume had Sam and Bucky inside of it. Jumping down onto the roof below you, you followed the lights of the police cars and jumped from roofs to get there, with no close calls, of course, you were trained well, as much as you hated to admit it. Standing on the hotel of the roof, you heard yelling coming from below you, it was the police.
“NYPD Drop your weapons!” An officer called. Zemo laughed and turned to face the police, a wicked and twisted grin on his masked face.
“And what will you do if I don’t have any weapons?” Zemo asked, cocking his eyebrow. Sam and Bucky parked the black Audi a block away from what was going on and they then decided to make their way around to the hotel. The police moved out of the way as the Falcon and The Winter Soldier made their way to the front. “Sargeant Barnes and Sam Wilson, what a lovely surprise,” Zemo said as if he was remembering a fond memory.
“Who let you outta your cage, Zemo?” Sam asked. Zemo chuckled and pulled a small gun out from his pocket. “Careful, that doesn’t look like a toy,”
“Would you like to find out if it’s a toy?” Zemo asked tauntingly. The hostages whimpered and screamed as he shot a warning bullet into the air. “Seems pretty real to me,” He said, almost as if he was admiring the gun in his hand. Zemo turned back to the hostages and grinned through the purple mask he had on.
“You didn’t answer our question,” Bucky reminded him. Zemo ignored him and held the weapon out in front of him.
“Eenie,” He pointed at the first person. “Meenie, Minie, Mo,” He moved to the next three. Continuing the game, the suspense was killing everyone. You listened for any sign of the two you were assigned to protect being put under harm. A car pulled up behind the hotel, you walked to the other side of the roof and saw a group of about 12 men pile out of different blacked out cars.
“Okay, what are you planning, Zemo,” You said under your breath. They went into the back of the hotel, and you winced at the gunshots you heard from the back entrance of the hotel. They weren’t your people to worry about, though.
“I am afraid I have been stalling, gentlemen. These hostages are as good as dead, they always were. And now, you will join them,” That was your cue. Sighing, you looked down, you weren’t high up, but you weren’t low down either. At least you weren’t high up enough to break any bones with your jump. You grimaced as you swung your legs over the edge of the building then came off of it. You landed on your feet in front of Bucky and Sam, just as Zemo was about to give the signal to start shooting. “And who would you be?” Zemo asked you.
“I’m no one,” You told him. Zemo made a confused face, one that became a maniacal grin.
“Well, If you’re no one, then you can be the first to go,” He said. You nodded and reached for the small smoke bombs you had in your pocket. Zemo grabbed your shoulder and pushed you into the middle of the circle of men that came in through the back, and judging by the blood on their black suits, they hadn’t taken any prisoners. You held the small explosives in your hands as Zemo forced them up onto the side of your head. Sam and Bucky stood defensively, ready to go in for an attack at any moment. They were also confused, where did you come from and more importantly, who are you? "Whenever you’re ready, gentlemen,“ He said. You smirked under your mask and stood up to your feet, throwing the small explosives on the floor and setting them off. The people holding the guns coughed and dropped their weapons.
"This is where the fun begins,” You said. Sam and Bucky looked to each other and nodded as the walked into the building, doing their best to try and get the hostages out safely. One of the men swung for you, but you grabbed his wrist before it collided with your fist. Another came at you with a bat, but kicked him back and then flipped over the one whose wrist you were holding, making him cry out in pain. Well, 2 down, about 10 left. “Okay, give me like a breather or something, yeah? You guys are tough to work, really,” You said sarcastically.
“We are not scared of some little girl,”
“Oh, really? Well, let me tell you somethin’, bald boy, you should be scared of this one,” You threatened all of them. The smoke had disappeared and you saw Sam and Bucky reappear, looking at you with their eyes narrowed. Laughing, you grabbed the bat that you were nearly attacked with. “This should be fun,” You said quietly. Everyone was looking at you as if you had grown three legs and a tail and said nothing. You rolled your eyes and shook your head. Hitting your hand with the bat a few times, you nodded contently. You made the first move of hitting the guy beside you in the throat with the bat, sending him to the floor with a broken neck. Sam and Bucky initiated the next move. Sam threw his shield and Bucky started shooting. You were grabbed by the collar of your black jacket and held against the wall, an arm around your throat and the other holding you to the wall. You struggled and struggled, but soon gathered the strength to run yourself up the wall and flip out of the grip of the man holding you, and hit him over the back of his head with the butt of a gun you took from his belt. Your chest heaved as you looked around, finding most people on the ground with broken bones or worse injuries than you really wanted to give them. You went to leave.
“Hey,” Bucky said. You turned to face him but noticed that your vision was clearer than it was a few minutes ago. Seeing your brother after so many years, it felt like a good pain. But you knew he didn’t recognize you, while he hadn’t changed at all, you had. “Who are you?” He asked. Sighing and shaking your head, you looked down.
“I’m no one,”
“Becca, can you play with me?” You asked your older sister. Rebecca looked down at you and scowled, pushing you back.
“Go away, Y/N. I’m busy,” She said. Your curious 5-year-old self tilted your head and tried to peer up onto her desk to see what she was doing.
“What'cha doin’?” You asked her. She put her pencil down and turned to face you, an angry look plastered on her face. “Can I help?”
“No, Y/N, you can’t. Now, go away,” She insisted. You huffed and sat down on her floor. “Why don’t you go bother Abigail or James?” She asked. You frowned, you didn’t mean to bother anyone. You stood up from the floor and walked out of Rebecca’s room sadly. You went to walk to the room you shared with your other older sister, Abigail. You opened the door and peaked in, but she hissed at you to close it, so you did. Wow, you couldn’t even go into your own room. You sulked back to the living room and sat on the couch beside your brother, who was reading. You waited for him to yell at you for something.
“You’re quiet, kiddo. What’s botherin’ you?” He asked you. You pouted and looked up at him through your lashes.
“Everyone’s bein’ mean to me,” You whined. Bucky put his book down on the coffee table and turned to look at you with his eyebrow raised.
“People at school?” He enquired. You shook your head, causing your pigtails to hit the sides of your head. Bucky laughed at the motion. “Then who?”
“Rebecca and Abi yelled at me,” You said sadly. Bucky chuckled and shook his head.
“What for? You didn’t do anything bad, did you? Because last time you did and got me involved you got me grounded,” He said.
“No, I only asked them to play with me and then Becca said that I should go bother Abi or you, but I don’t wanna bother anyone because mom said that’s bad and I shouldn’t do that and-”
“Y/N! I get it,” He laughed. “You aren’t bothering anyone, alright? Your sisters are just not in the best mood right now, but you can always come and talk to your favourite brother,” He reminded you.
“But you’re my only brother,” You said innocently. Bucky smiled at you and stood up from the couch.
“Now, do you still wanna go and play?” He asked you.
“But Abi is in the room and she gonna yell at me again,” You told him. Bucky laughed and picked you up.
“She can yell at you, but I’m the oldest here, so technically I’m in charge and what I say goes,”
“What? Who’s Y/N?” Sam asked. Bucky had just blurted out the name as if it had been on his mind for years and he hadn’t said it.
“She was my sister,” Bucky said sadly. The two were in Sam’s house, sitting on the couch in the living room.
“Was? What happened to her?” Sam enquired. Bucky’s heart panged, he hated thinking about what happened to you. How he failed to protect you, to make sure you were safe.
“She was kidnapped, taken straight from the street when she was walking home from school. We never found her,” Bucky hung his head. “She was turning 13, her own damn birthday. I was supposed to go and get her from school, but something came up in the morning when she got up, I wouldn’t even get to say happy birthday to her because by the time I got back she was already gone,” It hurt thinking of you, he couldn’t bear to even imagine what whoever had kidnapped you had done to you, he didn’t even want to know. He didn’t want to think about how scared you must have been, you were always pretty sheltered, but Bucky only had himself to blame for that, he was over the top protective of you.
“I’m sorry,” Sam could feel the guilt coming from Bucky, it almost weighed him down. He could tell that Bucky didn’t want to talk about it anymore, talk about you, his little sister. “Do we have any idea who this guy could be?” Sam asked. Bucky shook his head and sighed.
“One thing’s for sure, it’s not a guy. The way that they fought and spoke, it wasn’t a man, Sam. That person is a woman and a pretty dangerous one it seems,” Bucky said. Sam chuckled.
“Dangerous? If I remember correctly, she saved your ass,” He reminded Bucky, who looked at Sam in offence.
“Oh like she didn’t save your ass? Just because she isn’t a danger to us, doesn’t mean she isn’t one to other people. She could be anyone,”
“If she hadn’t been there, what would’ve happened, either we or all of those people died, and probably both if Zemo had a say in it,” Bucky said, looking out in front of him. There was something about your eyes that Bucky couldn’t quite put his finger on. They felt so familiar. “Whoever she is, she appears to be helping us, either that or she’s some kind of guardian angel,”
“She was dressed pretty dark to be an angel, don’t you think?” Sam asked. Bucky sighed and shook his head. “We should ask Fury, he knows everything about everyone, right?”
“She said she was no one,”
“Even no one is someone,”
You woke up with a pounding headache and no clue where you were. One minute, you were walking back from school, the next you were snatched and tied up in a van. You didn’t know what to do, so you did what any scared 13-year-old would do and burst into tears.
“Help! Someone please help me!” You cried and sobbed. “Please help me!” You screamed. No one came, despite you screaming your throat raw. You just wanted your brother, even though the chances of him finding you were extremely low, you still held onto the hope that he would find you. He never did.
You sat up on your bed, a small layer of sweat on your body and your chest heaving. You clenched your eyes shut and tried to forget the memory, forget the fear that coursed through your body like a river and never left you. The same nightmare had been haunting your nightmares since you escaped and just hasn’t left you alone. You wished you could just go and run to Bucky and tell him everything, that you were taken by HYDRA and turned into a mindless weapon against your will and forced to do things a child should never have to do, but he had already been through that himself and you didn’t want to resurface his own painful memories by forcing him to sit and listen to yours, you wouldn’t- couldn’t do that to Bucky. And you had no clue if things would be the same, so much had happened, you had all changed. You stood at the sink in your bathroom and splashed some cold water on your face. Your phone rang from your bedroom. You went to see who was calling you at the ungodly hour of 3 am.
“Fury, always thought you were a night owl,” You answered. “What can I do for you at 3 in the morning, demonic possession and need an exorcism?” You asked.
“You didn’t call,” He said plainly.
“Well, I was a little bit busy dealing with the fact that my older brother is alive and is about 106 years old and you know, the crippling PTSD that comes with being kidnapped and brainwashed for about 80 years,” You replied sarcastically. “But other than that, things went as usual,” You concluded. Fury hummed.
“Uh-huh. And what is the usual, Barnes?” He asked.
“Funny you should ask, well you take down the bad guys and have the air taken outta your lungs once or twice, nearly get choked, which by the way, not as fun as it sounds, and then boom. The Usual,”
“The usual really is something,” Fury would never admit it, but he could tolerate you. But he felt sorry for you, too. He knew that your humour was a way of not talking about everything that happened to you because you didn’t have anyone to talk to. You had been on your own the best part of ten years, a lot happens in that long span of time.
“It was created by yours truly, Director. Quick question though, why did you call me at 3 am when you could have just asked me tomorrow morning?” You heard Fury sigh.
“We both knew that this was never gonna be an easy assignment for you, I just wanted to see how you were doing,” He said.
“I’m doing fine, Fury,” You assured him.
“If you’re doing fine, why are you up at three in the morning?”
“Could ask you the same thing,” You retorted. “And it’s nothing. Just a nightmare,”
“If that’s what you say. Go to bed, if you’re late in the morning I’ll have an alarm clock put into your brain,” Fury hung up, he was always a man of so little words when it came to goodbyes. You put your phone under your pillow and sighed as you lay back on your bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“What the fuck did I get myself into?”
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