Bucky loves you no matter what. You’re his daughter, his little girl — despite you being a teenager. Except, growing in the Mafia and having a Mob Boss father isn’t easy for you. Already, multiple events and positions have been chucked at you, and the only thing that can ease you is getting stoned or gulping all the alcohol in the winery.

You’re a troubled girl. A dipsomaniac, if you will. Yet, Bucky can’t continue watching you drown your life away in alcohol anymore. It’s breaking his cold, black heart.

Striding inside the mansion, he spots you perched on the couch in one of the many living room’s, a nearly empty-glass of bourbon in your grasp.

Gentle parenting has never been his go-to. It used to be when you were an infant, but he realised as you got older, it didn’t function as much anymore.

Which is why he snatches the cup from your hand and lunges it across the room. It smashes into the wall, the sharp shards sprinkling onto the floor along with the slosh of liquid.

Bucky glares down at you in frustration, the worry and concern bubbling inside of him nearly being expressed through his cerulean eyes.