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Summary: James Buchanan Barnes is the youngest Senator in New York. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, he’s down to earth, and is deeply in love with his wife; Y/N Barnes. His dreams consist of having kids, helping find a cure for cancer and AIDS in his lifetime, and one day, sitting at a desk in the Oval Office.
It’s good to go after your dreams, right? Not if you’ve got one hell of a secret.
Word Count: 1,870
Warnings: Language, heavy angst, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of blood and gore, not for the light-hearted.
Author’s Note: GIF Credit [X]

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Steve stormed into Bucky’s office and slammed his hand down on the desk, leaving behind a piece of paper. “Is this your idea of a fucking joke?” he seethed, nostrils flaring, shoulders twitching.

“It’s good to see you, too, Steve,” Bucky scoffed.

Wanda ran into the room, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry, Senator. I couldn’t stop him.”

Bucky gave her a soft smile. “It’s okay, Ms. Maximoff. Please close the door behind you.”

“Yes, sir,” she sighed wearily.

Once the door was closed, Bucky turned his gaze to his former best friend. “Where were we?”

“You were going to explain to me how that,” he thrust his finger at the paper, “found its way to Aisling’s headstone!”

Bucky picked up the note with an annoyed huff. Happy Anniversary was written in beautiful, flowy, cursive lettering. He flipped it over and looked at the back, but there wasn’t anything there, not that he expected there to be.

“I don’t know anything about it, Steve,” he announced.

“Bullshit,” Steve grit out through his teeth. “It’s been twenty-one years since she died, Buck.”

Bucky’s heart clenched painfully in his chest. “You think I’ve forgotten? Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her, man. I’m really sorry ab-”

“Save your meaningless apology. Did you write that?” he demanded to know.

“Absolutely not,” Bucky denied, thrusting the sheet of paper at Steve. “Why on earth would I do something like that?”

One of Steve’s shoulders bobbed up and down. “Maybe crazy runs in the family.”

“I’m nothing like him,” the senator growled. “He was certifiable.”

“Explain that then.” Steve pointed to the note that was sitting precariously on the edge of the desk.

“I didn’t do it.”

Steve rolled his eyes dramatically. “Then it has to be him. He killed her, Buck. He killed my little sister.”

“Steve, he’s dead,” Bucky insisted. “It can’t possibly be him.”

“What if -”

“Maybe you got yourself a stalker, Steve,” Bucky interrupted angrily. “Some twisted psycho got attached to you during the campaign. I don’t fuckin’ know, man. It wasn’t me, and it sure as hell wasn’t my dead brother.”

Steve went to argue further, but Bucky slammed a button on his desk phone. “I need Thor.”

Three seconds later, the large blonde entered the room. “Senator,” he greeted his boss while glaring at Steve. “What seems to be the problem?”

Steve clenched his jaw painfully as he carefully weighed his options. “Thank you for taking the time to see me, Senator. I’ll see myself out.”

Thor only moved out of Steve’s way when Bucky nodded his head.

“Will there be anything else?” Thor asked his boss once Steve had left.

“No” Bucky answered. “Thank you.”

After Thor closed the door, Bucky grabbed the paper off the edge of his desk and stared hard at the writing. Who would do something like that? It was downright cruel and, even though he and Steve hadn’t been friends since they were teenagers, it made his blood boil.

“Wanda, I need you to clear my calendar for the rest of the day,” he instructed after picking up the phone.

“I can’t do that, Senator,” Wanda said meekly. “You have an important interview this afternoon, remember?”

“Shit,” Bucky hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The New York Space Alliance, right?”

“If you cancel it today, you won’t be able to meet with them for another six months,” she admitted.

Bucky’s head fell back as he groaned. “Fine. Clear everything else but that.” He didn’t wait for a confirmation before he hung up.

Even though it wasn’t yet eleven, Bucky poured himself a shot of whiskey. He swallowed it quickly, hissing at the trail it blazed down his throat and chest. He thought about another one, but decided against it, only because he absolutely adored the New York Space Alliance. The last thing he needed to do was show up drunk.

After dropping back into his chair, he fired up his laptop and did a search for the contact information of the asylum where his brother had died. He had no idea why he was even toying with the idea; calling the facility, asking them to confirm that yes, his brother had died twenty years ago, that there was no possible way they could have made a mistake.

Dannemora, just seeing the name of it on his screen made him anxious. Even as he reached for the phone and started dialing the number, he couldn’t believe he was doing it.

“This is stupid,” Bucky muttered to himself as the line rang.

“Clinton Correctional Facility,” someone said on the other line.

Bucky slammed the receiver down and shook his head. His brother was dead, his parents had said so, and Bucky had attended the closed-casket funeral. Whatever was happening to Steve had nothing do with the Barnes family. Nothing whatsoever.

That didn’t stop his mind from wandering around, exploring all kinds of asinine possibilities and scenarios. He was so lost in thought that he jumped when the phone buzzed.

“The car is waiting for you, Senator,” announced Wanda.

“Ye- yeah, thank you. I’ll be right out.” He gave himself a mental shake before leaving his office. He could do this. He just needed to concentrate.

Mornings were the perfect time to get out and enjoy the crisp air. So, you started out the day with a nice walk around the neighborhood, with Peter, of course. You never went anywhere without one of the bodyguards; hazard of being married to a senator.

You hadn’t expected to stay out so long, but by the time you realized what time it was, two hours had flown by, and you had worked up a sweat. When you got home, you headed upstairs to take a shower so you didn’t scare off the children in the hospital when you made a visit in a couple hours.

While washing your face, you heard a noise that didn’t belong. “Bucky, is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he answered from the bedroom.

You wiped the water from your face and stuck your head out. “What are you doing back? Is everything okay?”

“I forgot something, is all,” he explained.

You gave a chuckle before disappearing into the stream of water to wash your hair. “Hey, you have that interview today with the Space Alliance. Are you excited?”

“Of course I am,” was his joyful answer. “You know how much I love space.”

“It always surprised me that you never pursued astronomy.”

“I wanted to.”

You watched through the opaque curtain as he came into the room and stood in front of the sink. “It would have been exciting.”

“A lot more exciting than where I’m at now,” he agreed. “Instead of doing it, I’m talking about it.”

You’d never heard Bucky talk like that. He loved being a senator, said he wouldn’t change a thing about his career if given the chance. “You feeling alright, love?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he sighed. “I should head back to the office.”

“See you tonight,” you called out.

When he didn’t answer after several moments, you poked your head out of the shower. “Bucky? Are you there?”

Peter was in the room a split second later. “You okay, ma’am?”

“Yeah, I was just talking with Buck.”

“The senator isn’t here, ma’am,” Peter informed you, confusion furrowing his brows.

“He just left,” you scoffed. “You had to have seen him.”

The bodyguard shook his head. “No, ma’am. I haven’t seen him since he left early this morning.”

“Will you -” You didn’t get a chance to finish because Peter ground out a curse.

“Stay right there,” he ordered hoarsely, a gun appearing in his hand as he left the room.

Despite the warm water cascading down your body, a chill ran through you, the kind that made your teeth chatter. You turned up the temperature, but it did little to warm you completely.

After ten long minutes that felt like hours, Peter came back, the gun in its holster, assuring you that no one else was in the house. “The security system is on, ma’am, and nothing is out of order.”

“Did you call Bucky?”

“The first thing I did when I got out in the hall,” he said grimly. “But Wanda wouldn’t patch me through. Something about Steve being there.”

“Thank you. I, uh, I need to finish up in here. Could you wait outside of the bedroom please?” you asked, praying he couldn’t hear the way your voice was shaking.

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter confirmed.

The hot water started to grow tepid, so you quickly finished showering. While you got dressed and dried your hair, you ran over what had just happened. Part of you firmly believed that Bucky had been in the bathroom with you, holding a conversation, but then there was the part of you that heard Peter say that Bucky was in his office with Steve at that time. There was no way Bucky could have come home, talked with you, and made it back across town all in, what, a five minute window?

You emerged from the bedroom almost fifteen minutes later, and you knew you didn’t look like you were in the mood to go anywhere.

Peter looked down at you with worry flickering in his eyes. “You okay, ma’am?”

“Honestly?” you scoffed. “I don’t know. Are you sure Bucky wasn’t here?”

“Positive. Wanda said that Steve had been in the senator’s office for almost five minutes.” That wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but it was confirmation that you had to have imagined the whole thing.

Your sleep pattern had always been a little off, so to say that you didn’t have a conversation you could have sworn you had with someone wasn’t far from the truth. Granted, it hadn’t happened a whole lot, but it had happened.

“If you want to be there on time, we should go,” Peter said softly.

“I know,” you sighed, your eyes falling closed. If you kept them closed for too long, you’d fall asleep standing up. Another thing you’d somehow managed to do in your life.

With your eyes open, you blew out a heavy breath. “Right, let’s get going.”

It had been easier than he thought, planting the first seeds of doubt.

Leaving a note on Aisling’s headstone brought about the exact reaction he had hoped for; Steve storming off, rage boiling in his eyes. Of course he had gone straight to Bucky, searching for the truth; that the murderer was exacting his revenge.

Next was Y/N. Getting into the senator’s house was easier than it should have been, the security code too easy to guess; Y/N’s birthday. They should really get that changed, but not until after he was done tearing apart their lives. It was only fair after what Bucky had done to him.

He waited until Y/N and that idiot Quill to get into the towncar before emerging from his hiding place; a dark corner in the garage that Peter had literally walked past in his search for the intruder, the one that Y/N had sworn was her husband. It was almost comical to watch.

God, he was going to have so much fun.