It was probably one of the worst fights you ever had with Bucky. He was behaving irrational and toxic towards you, his mood swings totally out of control. You couldn’t take it anymore, so you ran off to the bathroom and locked yourself up in there, hoping he would just calm down. But of course, he didn’t. Instead, he was in front of the door, banging his fist against it. “You were meant to be mine, I am all that you need!” You heard him shouting. “You carved open my heart, you can’t just leave me to bleed!” A short silence. Then: “Y/N, open the door!” He yelled, slamming his fist against the door one more time, then he took a deep breath. “Open the door please.” He repeated himself in a calmer tone. “Can we not fight anymore please?” He added, his tone getting soft, causing your heart to jump in your chest. “Sure you’re scared, I’ve been there. I can set you free!” He continued, the smile on his lips audible in his words. You were chewing on your lower lip, debating if you should open the door or not. Maybe he would change this time? You reached for the door handle, when he suddenly yelled your name again. “Don’t make me come in there!” He shouted, causing you to flinch. You knew that he could just burst the door open if he wanted to and you took a couple steps back in case he did exactly that. “I’m gone count to three!” He yelled, flexing his arm muscles. “One,” he started, his gaze glued to the door. Maybe you would come to your senses again. “Two,” he continued, gritting his teeth. Obviously not. “Fuck it!” He exclaimed, gripping the door handle and ripping the door out of its frame with a swift motion.