Segregated pt. 11
Segregated Part Eleven: Glass
40s!Bucky x African American!Reader
Chapter Summary: Bucky doesn’t know how to quantify his feelings about what he did, who he is, and the relationships he has.
Notes: I wrote this a long time ago (in late 2017, early 2018 according to google lol), and I just compounded it with the next chapter I wrote, so everything from here forward should be new, and I’m so sorry for not updating. I need to find my notes and figure out where I wanted the story to go and what changes need to be made (Rereading I was never subtle lol) If you want to be taken off or put on the tag list let me know, this series will also be on my AO3, so if that format is better for you check over there as well, thanks so much for following this story//
I am subscribing to a theory that Bucky’s family is well off. Maybe not insanely rich, but before the great depression hit they were comfortable, so they are just riding that wave. Also in the comics I'm pretty sure Bucky’s mom dies when he is young, and then his father dies when he joins the military, and he has the one younger sister Rebecca. I know in the movies (which is what i'm mostly going off of here) he is the eldest of...4? which , for this fic is just going to be all younger sisters. And I’m probably not going to mention/reference his parents too much, so i’ll leave it up to you guys to fill in the blanks with what you believe.
Hopefully you all like it. Feel free to leave me feedback. <3
Warnings: police interaction
Word Count: 1964
Tags: @brittney-ziam-larry @harleycativy,@psychicwitchphilosopher, @mslaufeyson, @yoyolovesbucky, @jeremy-hilary-boob, @dawnshuntress, @cliffordasparagus, @nina-sj-blog, @kittyquel, @hotemotionalmess, @anonymousonion23
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Bucky felt nervous. He wasn’t one hundred percent certain on why however. He knew there were a lot of contributing factors.
“You okay James?” (Y/N) asked.
“Huh, oh.. uh yeah.” Bucky replied, forcing a smirk, that appeared effortless. (Y/N) smiled and turned back towards Steve.
It was a nice summer day that they decided to spend at Bucky’s place. His parents were at work, and his sisters’ were out with their friends at Coney Island. Bucky’s place was starkly different than (Y/N)’s and Steve’s. He didn’t live in an apartment building, or in a run down, one bedroom space. His family owned a nice house, with a small yard, a little ways away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Steve and (Y/N) were absolutely enamored with, what to them was, the spacious, clean, and quiet home.
Bucky however was too lost in his own mind to hear (Y/N) and Steve’s comments on his home, or anything they were talking about. Only a few nights ago had he absolutely pummeled a guy into the ground, and left him on the dirty street, covered in his own blood. Now he was sitting with his friends on his front porch, drinking lemonade, and chatting away. Needless to say, his morals were eating away at him. Usually Steve was there or knew when Bucky got into a fight. Usually Bucky watched the other guy run away…
“Buck. Hey.” Steve said. Bucky turned to look at him. Steve shook the empty cups in his hand, the ice clinking against the glass. “I’m gonna go inside and get us some more lemonade. Do you want any?” Bucky stood up and took the glasses out of Steve’s hands.
“I’ll do it. You guys wait here.” Bucky said. He held the three glasses between his fingers and made his way inside. As the door slammed behind him (Y/N) looked toward Steve.
“I have no idea.” Steve answered (Y/n)’s questioning look. “You can try.” Steve said, leaning back in his chair. (Y/N) stood up and went inside the house.
“Hey, James…” (Y/N) called out, entering the kitchen quietly. Bucky didn’t turn around to the sound of the voice. She placed a hand cautiously on his back, he sort of looked over his shoulder but that was about it, pouring the small bits of ice from the glasses into the sink. (Y/N) let out a small sigh as she watched him. Bucky was always a pretty smiley guy...admittedly there were a lot of smirks, and sly grins, but almost always something that could classify as a smile. However, now, there was nothing. His lips were a straight line. (Y/N) couldn’t pick up whether he was sad or angry or what. “This should really be Steve’s job…” She thought, knowing this may have been easier work for the blonde whose known Bucky for years now, and not the girl who has know him for just under half a year.
(Y/N) continued to watch Bucky as he put new ice cubes in the glasses. As he poured the lemonade, she absently ran her hand up, running her fingers through the pristine hair at the nape of his neck. A sharp inhale. (Y/N) smirked, finally some sort of real reaction to something. He gave her a sort of glare from the side of his eye, but as he finally looked at her, he couldn’t help but crack a small smile as well. (Y/N) began, “So are you ready to talk about whatever is bothering you? Or should we just keep acting like there isn’t anything going on?” Bucky quickly turned away, gathering the glasses in his hands and heading back towards the front door. “Bucky.” (Y/n) said but he kept walking. “Bucky!” He ignored her. “James!” She called.
A loud crash echoed through the house. All three glasses shattered into thousands of glittering crystals upon impact with the glossy wooden floors. The lemonade splashed off the ground, dampening the ankles of his pants. The front door swung open, and Steve stood there, trying to assess the situation.
“Wha-” Steve started.
“I think you two should go.” Bucky said, flatly. “I need to clean this up and go get my sisters.”
“Ja-” (Y/N) tried to talk,
“Just go.” Bucky said. He didn’t yell. His voice was weirdly calm and level. (Y/N) looked across the room at Steve, still standing in the front entryway, silently asking him if this was a time to be stubborn and stay, or do as Bucky asked. Steve just softly shook his head, and nodded towards the door, silently beckoning her towards him. (Y/N) hesitantly and carefully made her way around the puddle of lemonade and Bucky, grabbing her cardigan from a hook near the door.
“We’ll see you later Buck.” Steve said as he closed the door behind them.
Bucky just stood there for a moment, looking down at the floor. He begged himself to not look through the window, but he couldn’t help it. He looked up, and through the smallest opening in the curtain, locked eyes with (Y/N), as she looked back at him.
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“You really have no idea?” (Y/N) asked, sitting with Steve in her living room. Scattered playing cards and nearly empty glasses sat abandoned on the small coffee table. Wind blew against the house, rattling the windows. An unusual gray day in the middle of the summer.
“How could I?” Steve replied, “I’ve hardly had a real conversation with him in weeks.” Steve played with a card in his hands, flipping it around in his skinny fingers.
“I feel so silly to be this worried about him.” She let out a laugh, followed with a sigh. She watched Steve’s hands rather than his face.
“Well I really have no choice at this point.” Steve laughed, “the man won’t leave my side…” He let the card fall into his lap, “at least he used to not.” He sighed as well, turning his head to look out the window. Steve’s brow furrowed. Suddenly he pushed himself harshly and fast off the couch.
“Steve…”(Y/N) said, looking up at him, sorrow filled her eyes. She knew, through both Steve and Bucky’s stories, from seeing them together, just how close the two were. “I’m so sorry…”
“Huh?” Steve looked towards (Y/N), and shook his head slightly, “It’s fine. What do you have to be sorry for?” Steve shoved his hands into his pockets, pacing around the room. Trying hard to work this out for himself. He reasoned that he knew Bucky the best, this was on him to figure out and fix. Steve grabbed the empty cups, “I’m gonna put these away.” and quickly disappeared into the kitchen. (Y/N) slumped down, running her hands over her skirt.
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(Y/N) made her way down the dimly lit street. Lights were still on inside the houses, and the streetlights had just been turned on. She could see curtains moving in her peripheral vision. (Y/N) knew the looks she was getting, she didn’t care. Usually she pretended like she didn’t, but right now she truly did not. She walked up to a house, up the stairs of the porch and knocked on the door. Maybe just a bit too loudly for the time it was.
An older man opened the door. Tall, graying hair, and obviously tired.
“Can I help you?” He asked looking down at her. He understandably looked confused.
“Hello. Sorry. I was just wondering if I could speak to Bucky..I mean, James. I need to speak with James please.” She said. The man looked her up and down. (Y/N) consciously brushed her hair down with her hands. The man kind of rolled his eyes as he stepped away, closing the door behind him. She stood there on the porch, confused, and angry, and not sure whether or not Bucky was even coming down. Just as she began to turn away, she heard the door open.
“(Y/N)? What are you doing?” James asked as he pulled open the door and stepped out onto the porch. He wrapped a bathrobe around himself, his striped pajamas underneath, as the cold night air hit him.
“I hope you know you are absolutely torturin’ poor Steve.” She began, a little too loudly, “I know you have no obligation to me, but there must be something there for him.”
“What….What are you even talking about? Why are you here?” James asked, pushing his hair back. He looked around the neighborhood. He spotted a man in his garage across the street, and locked eyes for a second. The man quickly turned around and walked back into his house, closing the garage door.
“There is obviously something going on with you. You aren’t letting him or me know. And that..that’s fine…” She was stuttering and tripping over her words, just trying to get them out, “I mean, its fine for me. We aren’t the closest admittedly. But him. It’s hurting him. You do realize you are his only friend outside of me?” Bucky just stood there, trying to take in everything she was saying.
“I know…” He tried to say, but she continued to go on, “I know…” he repeated, but still she kept going, “I know!” Bucky yelled. (Y/N) immediately stopped. She just looked up at him, fists clenched at her sides. Bucky looked around again, running a hand through his hair again. “You don’t think I know this already? I know what I’m doing.”
“Then why? Why are you still actin’ this way?” (Y/N) asked. Bucky just shook his head lightly. “James…”
“You really think I’m so insensitive.” James said, more of a statement than a question.
“Well I wouldn’t know now, would I?” (Y/N) stated. Before either of them could say anything a car pulled up to the side of the street, right in front of Bucky’s house. (Y/N)’s face dropped as you noticed the design on the car. She flinched slightly at the sound of the car door slamming shut. The uniformed officer walking up the small path to the porch they were on. Bucky just looked confused as he tried to get his eyes to adjust to the low light. The items on the officers belt, clanged against each other.
“Hey there.” The officer started, coming into full view under the porch light, “We got a call about a disturbance in the neighborhood.” The officer looked between Bucky and (Y/N). Bucky, wearing pajamas and a bathrobe, and (Y/N), hair disheveled, and definitely not looking her best. “Is everything alright here?” He asked. (Y/N) closed her mouth, her lips tightly together. Her head was low, hands clasped together behind her back. She didn’t answer. A strong silence hung in the air. The officer looked towards Bucky, “Is anything wrong?” Bucky just shook his head. “Ma’am?” The officer looked down at (Y/N). She was at a complete loss of words. Racking her brain for what to say in this situation.
“I-I’m sorry.” She said, barely above a whisper.
“Do you live at this residence ma’am?” The officer asked. (Y/N) shook her head.
“N-No, sir.” She replied. “I-I was just leaving. Please excuse me.” The officer nodded in acknowledgement. (Y/N) tried her best to compose herself as she walked away but she was shaking, and nearly tripped over some rocks on the sidewalk. The officer watched her intently before turning back towards Bucky.
“You sure everything's okay?” The officer asked.
“What?” Bucky watched as (Y/N) walked away before realizing the officer was talking to him, “Yeah. It’s fine.” The officer nodded.
“Okay, well don't hesitate to call if you get another disturbance like that. You never know how those people will act.” The officer laughed as he walked back to his car. Bucky just stood there, unsure of how to act to anything that just happened.
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