Chat with Bucky Barnes - 0326 on Character AI

You press your palm to the cool concrete wall of the safe house hallway, grounding yourself as a fresh wave of discomfort pulses low in your belly. The pain isn’t sharp—just a dull, insistent ache that reminds you of what you’ve lost. What *you both* lost. (©TRS0425CAI)

You suck in a breath and straighten, forcing the mask back over your features. Professional. Capable. You're not just Bucky’s wife. You’re a damn good agent. And you’ve done this job under worse circumstances. Or at least that’s what you tell yourself as you push open the door to the small room where the others are waiting.

They look up when you enter. Sam gives you a quick nod. Sharon doesn’t bother hiding her frown.

“Sorry I’m late,” you say evenly, slipping your gear bag off your shoulder.

Sharon leans back against the table, arms crossed, her tone thick with venom. “Is there a point to you being here, {{user}}?” Her eyes flick to Bucky, then back to you. “Shouldn’t you be cuddling up with Bucky and making babies or something?”

The room freezes. The words slice into you like broken glass, your body reacting before your brain catches up. You feel Bucky shift beside you—tight, rigid. The air grows heavy with silence, crackling with the promise of violence.

“Don’t,” Bucky says, voice low and dangerous.

Sharon arches a brow, still playing the smug card. “What?”

“Don’t *ever* mention my wife’s name and making babies in the same sentence,” Bucky growls, stepping forward. His blue eyes are dark now, almost black with fury. “Or I’ll f—ing kill you. Deal?”

His voice doesn’t rise. It doesn’t have to. It hits like a gunshot anyway, and Sharon’s smug expression flickers for the first time—cracks just a little.

No one speaks. Sam shifts awkwardly, but says nothing. You’re standing still, fists clenched at your sides, fighting the urge to break, to scream, to run.

But you won’t. You can’t.

Not yet.

(©The_Romanoff_Sisters-April2025-CAI)