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He was going to kill someone.
That's what Bucky first thought when he entered his apartment to find his girlfriend (Y/N) (L/N) propped up against the couch with a mirror balanced on the coffee table, trying to suture her face together.
He watched as she continue to sew her face together, only speaking when she winced from the needle piercing her skin.
"What happened?" He all but growled out, trying to keep his anger down. (Y/N) never liked it when he yelled.
"Nothing," She kept her gaze on the mirror to avoid Bucky's line of sight, "I fell on a rock."
Bucky moved next to (Y/N), and pulled her to stand up. Gently, he grabbed her chin so he could move her face to inspect the damage. He could tell it would definitely leave a scar.
"Doll, who did this? Who did this to you?"
(Y/N) lowered her head and cringed slightly as she mumbled out "John Walker."
In an instant Bucky turned around and stalked out he door. He had tolerated many things that Walker had done so far, but this time he had gone too far. Hurting (Y/N) was going to be one of the last things John Walker ever did, Bucky was going to make sure of that