Marvel Preferences and Imagines

#23 He cheats on you | Pt. 2

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

You turned on the vacuum, ready to clean the floor of the house you shared with your boyfriend of two years. You jammed along to whatever song was playing on your docking station. 

As you turned around to clean the floor on the other side of the table, you hit the table leg with your pinky toe. "Motherfudges!" You yelled painfully as you gripped your foot with your hands, hopping around on the other foot, trying not to fall over. 

You sank down on the couch, examining your toe. It didn't seem to be broken, which was good, it just hurt like hell. 

You hopped to the kitchen on one foot and grabbed a towel and an ice pack. You placed the ice pack on your toe and kept it in place with the towel. You sighed in satisfaction as the cold numbed the pain in your toe. 

The doorbell ripped you from your thoughts. Who'd want to visit you at this hour of the day? Bucky was off to work and you weren't expecting any visitors. You limped to the front door before you pulled it open. A young woman stood on your doorstep. She was dressed in a short, tight skirt, a revealing top and high heels. 

"Can I help you?" You asked while you cocked your eyebrow at her. 

"Oh, I see he isn't at home." She rolled her eyes exaggeratingly. 

"Who?" You asked suspiciously. A bad feeling had started coming up in your stomach. 

"The Sargeant, of course. He told me to meet him here," she said challengingly. And then it dawned on you. Bucky...

You tried your hardest not to break out in tears as you muttered, "No, he's not here." Before you shut the door. 

You sank down on the ground and wrapped your arms around yourself. Choking sobs were coming from your fragile figure on the ground. 

After having an emotional breakdown, you pulled yourself together again. The anger towards your boyfriend came up and you stomped to your bedroom, completely forgetting the pain in your foot. You grabbed a duffle bag from the closet and began tossing his clothes in. 

"Y/N? Hey, what the hell are you doing?" Two large hands grabbed your wrists and tears immediately pooled your eyes once you realized to who those hands belonged. 

 "Get away from me," You hissed as you pushed him away. 

"What the hell are you doing?" Bucky asked distraughtly. 

"You're getting out of here, right now. I can't even bear to look at you," You spat, throwing more clothes in the bag. 

"Y/N, what happened?" He asked. 

"Why don't you go ask the slut who showed up on my doorstep this morning?" You yelled. 

"What?" He muttered. 

"Oh, you know, blonde hair, injected lips and huge, batting eyelashes. Just what you like," You said mockingly. Bucky stared at you like you were crazy and then it dawned on him. 

"Y/N, that was months ago. I got drunk and I don't even remember most of the night. It was a stupid party and things like that happen," He shrugged. 

You shook your head in disbelief before you took a few steps back. "I want to see you gone by the time I'm done with vacuuming," You said as calm as you could.

Peter Parker / Spider-Man

Clenching the red cup tightly in your hand, you made your way through the dancing crowd as you tried to find your boyfriend, Peter. You hadn't seen him in quite some time.