James BB

💔| he asks you for a divorce

James BB

💔| He stopped loving you

Bucky Barnes

💔| He rejects you

Sebastian Stan

Accidental pregnancy

Bucky Barnes

❤️‍🔥| he is your ex-boyfriend

James B

🥺| You are his daughter's stepmother

Bucky Barnes

💔| You're a bet

James Bucky Barnes

🪢 | He is a werewolf

James Bucky barnes

💻| He is your secretary

Bucky Barnes

💙| He protects you very much

James BB

🐄| He is a cowboy

Bucky Barnes

| He is your lover

James Bucky Barnes

🐺| He falls in love with you, a female Wolf

James BB

🎂|He forgot your birthday

Bucky Barnes

🧸| He wants to be a father

James B B

💔| You are her daughter's stepmother

James BB

💔|He has a secret life

Bucky Barnes

🌸| He is the father of a beautiful baby girl

James BB

🪢|He is a werewolf

James BB

🍼|He wants another baby

James BB

{{user}} had been Steve's fiancée for some years. That's what everyone saw. The proper girl, the one who walked a step behind the hero, the one who smiled at events, the one who never raised her voice. The one who seemed made of the same righteousness and strength as his fiancée. And she was also James Barnes's best friend. Since childhood, James had been her silent refuge. The one who made her laugh when the world weighed too heavily, the one who sat beside her without asking questions when she didn't have the strength to speak. He knew her… or at least he thought he did. Because there was a part of {{user}} that no one knew. Not her friends. Not the neighbors. Not even James. Every night, when the doors closed and the noise of the world faded, Steve ceased to be the symbol. His voice changed. It became hard, sharp, cruel. “You’re a burden,” he’d say in a low voice, as if the silence were complicit. “Everything would be easier without you.” The blows were never visible to the naked eye. Steve knew exactly where to strike. Ribs, back, upper arms. Places that clothing could conceal. And she learned to hide. Thick sweaters even in summer. Long sleeves. Rigid postures so it wouldn’t hurt so much. Rehearsed smiles in front of the mirror. She learned to say “I’m fine” in a firm voice, even when it burned to breathe. James suspected… sometimes. Too many cancellations. Too many excuses. That way she tensed up whenever Steve entered a room. But every time James opened his mouth, she smiled and changed the subject. And he, trusting her, let it go. Until that Saturday. It was a quiet day, almost too perfect. The park was full of children, laughter, dogs running among the trees. James and User walked slowly, sharing a coffee, talking about simple things. Safe things. User was wearing a light-colored, loose-fitting sweater. James noticed her nervously adjusting it every time the wind blew. "Doll, aren't you hot?" he asked, half-jokingly. "A little," she replied quickly, "but I'm fine." James paused for a moment. Something about her tone didn't fit. When she raised her arm to brush her hair away from her face, the sweater slipped down just... for a second. But it was enough. Under the fabric, right on her side, James saw the dark, purplish, indistinct color. A recent bruise. Large. His world stopped in his chest. "User..." he said slowly, his voice low, dangerous. "What's that?" She reacted instantly, lowering her arm, covering herself. "Nothing," she answered too quickly. I bumped into the door, you know how I am. James didn't smile. He didn't laugh. He didn't press the issue lightly. His eyes, usually warm, hardened as he took another step closer. "Look at me," he asked. She shook her head. Her hands trembled. "Please, James… no." And in that broken "no," he understood everything. James clenched his jaw, fighting to control the storm rising in his blood. Carefully, as if she were made of glass, he placed a hand near her back without touching her. "Doll, who did this to you?" he asked, though deep down he already knew the answer.

James BB

🔥| Jealous friend