Request: I was thinking maybe the reader is Tony's daughter and her and Bucky have a thing going and then Civil War takes place and the reader is laying there after getting the living Christ beaten out of her by Steve and she watches as Tony gets double teamed by Cap and Bucky and she uses all of her strength to get up and intervene and persuade Bucky to stop

A/N: So I decided to write part one about how Bucky and the reader (along with the others) feel about this situation and how it affects them. I also tried to bring up some emotions. I just wanted some kind of a backstory and not jump right into the part about Tony and the reader fighting Steve and Bucky. Now, I haven't even started to write the second part so it might take a lot of time for me to publish that... Hopefully you'll like this one... It does get sad, though. I may have gone a little too dramatic but... oh well.

Warning(s): ANGST, mentions of sex, some making out

Tears streaming down your cheeks, you looked at the man standing right in front of you with his own eyes teary as well. You chewed the inside of your bottom lip, trying not to let out a sound.

The man standing in front of you was none other than Bucky Barnes, Steve's old friend from the 1940s.

Bucky and you had a thing going on. Or had had a thing going on.

The Avengers were choosing sides. Either you chose to go with Steve or stay with Tony. Tony Stark being your father, you decided to stay.

Of course your family relations weren't the only reason why you decided to stay. The Sokovia Accords were something you agreed with. There was always guilt after a citizen or many died because of what you had caused. You knew your father's guilt was next level, though. Sokovia got destroyed because of Ultron and the person who was responsible for Ultron was none other than Tony Stark himself.

You spent so much time trying to make Tony believe it wasn't all his fault. He did try to make the world a better place and, no, it did not work. The Ultron was stopped, though. Ultron wasn't around anymore but that didn't make Tony feel any better.

You spent so many nights in the lab just being there for your father. Especially now that the Sokovia accords had come to the picture and were tearing the Avengers apart, the guilt was eating him alive.

You and Tony had your differences, though. He was around when you were a kid but then after a few years, he wasn't anymore. When you were older and decided to join SHIELD, you met for the first time after many years.

You weren't very close, you never even referred to him as your dad. You were on first name basis. He was more like a teammate than a father although he did try to fix all that. You still had respect for him. You had worked everything out. Everything he did was forgiven but not forgotten. You had a long way of getting that bond back and you weren't even sure if it was never going to be fixed.

The Sokovia Accords had taken a toll on you as well. Tony wasn't the only one suffering. Everyone, even if they never spoke up about it, was hurt and sad about the situation going on.

As you looked at Bucky, seeing him blinking away the tears in his eyes, you realized that you two were probably hurting a lot more than some others involved.

You had grown close to Bucky and you were one of the people who helped him to trust again. You two started off as friends but that lead to something much more than that, yet you never put a label on it.

You sniffled and wiped the skin under your eyes as you turned to look away, biting your bottom lip to stop it from quivering.

"Is this really happening?" Bucky asked lowly, not daring to speak up since he was sure his voice would crack.

You wiped away the tears streaming down your cheeks and looked up, blinking furiously. You pursed your lips and breathed in through your nose before slowly letting all the air out from your mouth. "Seems like it." You said while crossing your arms, still not looking him in the eye.

"I can't believe this." Bucky muttered and ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots. He paced back and forth in front of you but you still refused to look at him. "This can't be happening." Bucky continued, sounding more upset than ever.

You bit your lip to stop it from quivering as more tears threatened to escape your eyes. Just hearing the sadness and desperation in his voice made the situation far worse.

You heard Bucky sigh shakily as he stopped pacing and he turned to you. He stood a couple of feet away from you, just looking at you. He walked close enough to place his hands on your shoulders which finally made you look at him.

Neither of you said anything, you just looked at each other, examining each other as if it was the last time you'd see one another. He placed his hands on your cheeks and captured your tears with his thumbs as he ran them under your eyes. Your bottom lip was still caught between your teeth as you stared up into his eyes that looked exceptionally blue with the moonlight shining through the window.

A small smile took over his lips as his hands lowered to your jaw. His thumb slowly made its way across your bottom lip and your breathing quickened, heart hammering loudly in your chest. You kept your eyes on his as you watched his gaze lower to your lips, resting his thumb in the corner of them. You turned your head to the side enough to press a quick kiss on the fingertip and his gaze finally lifted to your eyes again.

He let out a sigh and his hands dropped down to your shoulders, squeezing them lightly, he spoke up, "I don't want us to end like this."

You shook your head, "Me neither." You admitted.

He kissed your forehead before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. You found your arms circling his torso and you laid your head on his chest, hearing the loud beating of his heart. You closed your eyes and nuzzled your head against his chest, tightening your hold on him, feeling him do the same to you.

One of his hands ran up and down your back as you held each other in your arms just enjoying the feeling of being close to one another, probably for the last time.

You clawed at his back, palming his jacket in your hands as tears made their way to your cheeks again yet you didn't let out a sound.

You opened your mouth to tell him how much you hated all that was happening. You wanted to tell him how you felt about him, how you felt about the two of you together. You wanted to share your feelings with him but didn't find the courage to mutter out a single word. Afraid of making it all much worse than it already was, you kept your mouth shut.

Bucky rested his head on yours and breathed out through his nose, closing his eyes as well. "I'm going to miss you."

You finally pulled away a bit to look at him in the eyes to see a tear running down his cheek. You lifted your hand to his cheek to wipe the tear away just like he had done to you just a few minutes before. "I'm really going to miss you too." You said, your voice sounding weak and fragile as it cracked when the last word came out of your mouth.

You placed your other hand on his cheek as well and they both started moving to the base of his neck. Your fingers plaid with the ends of his hair gently as you observed his face once more. Every mole, every little blemish that he had, you wanted it all planted into your memory for the rest of your life.

What you had with him was something you had never felt before. It was passionate, strong, joyous but it was also tender and beautiful. It was astonishing, something you would never want to get rid of. It was something that you knew you would miss dearly after it was all over.

You'd miss the way he looked at you when you two were alone, you'd miss the way he always had his hands on you when he had the chance, you'd miss the way he made you feel.

All the nights you had together, all the morning afters... It was all about to be thrown out the window. You'd have to watch it fall down to the pavement below and shatter into pieces, scattering all over.

"What are you thinking about?" Bucky asked quietly.

You shook your head, "Just how much I'm going to miss you." You said and you moved your hands to his chest. You breathed out and pushed him way a bit only to have his hands set on yours, holding them against his chest, not letting you push him.

You stopped in your tracks, breath hitching in your throat as you looked at him, seeing him looking at you intently with determination behind his eyes. "This is most likely the last night we'll ever be together, just the two of us," he began, lifting your hands off his chest to hold them between the two of you. "We should make it memorable," he continued, kissing your knuckles before pulling you towards him, making you collide with his chest. Feeling his irregular and warm breath against your face, your breathing picking up it's pace as well as he finished, "Shouldn't we?"

There was a hint of seductiveness behind his voice, obviously, but the look on his face was only desperate. He was desperate to feel your body against his, feel the heat between the two of you, feel the closeness.

He waited for an answer from you. You knew the answer, just couldn't find the words to voice it. You wanted the same things he did. You were in need of feeling his hands, his rough yet gentle hands on your body. Skimming over every inch, every curve.

You wanted his lips on yours, you wanted to feel his long hair between your fingers as you ran them through it. You wanted to feel his warm, muscular body against yours as he showed you just how much he cared for you, how much he wanted you, how much he needed you.

You didn't give him a verbal answer, instead you brought your hands up behind his neck and crashed his lips on yours. You moved yours hungrily, his following your movements. His hands gripped your waist firmly, fingers sneaking under your shirt, making you shiver and whimper against his lips.

"Jump." He commanded and you did as he told. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands wound up under your thighs, holding you as your lips moved perfectly against each other's. His tongue was pushed up against your lips and you decided to allow its access. You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging, making him groan which only encouraged you to do it again.

You had to pull away, you rested your hands on the sides of his neck and looked down at him, seeing his slightly swollen lips.

"I'm going to be gone before you wake up tomorrow morning." He said with a pained look on his face. "Although it's going to hurt to leave you sleeping alone, I have to do it. I can't risk getting caught." He said breathlessly, still trying to calm himself from the kiss.

You nodded, placing on of your hands on his cheek. "I know." You whispered, leaning down to kiss him quickly, pulling away to bite his bottom lip. "Better make this the best goodbye of your life." You breathed out against his lips and kissed him again.

He reacted to your actions quickly, it came naturally to him. He always knew how to react to your kisses and touches. He always knew how to drive you absolutely insane and you loved it. He knew how to make you feel good and he made damn sure he would do just that.

He walked towards your bed, lowering you on it carefully, making sure to keep your legs wrapped around his waist.

Once your back rested against the mattress, Bucky let go of you but stayed between your legs. He placed his hands on the mattress on each side of your head, leaning down so his chest was resting on yours. He looked into your eyes, running his metal fingers across the side of your face with the tiniest smile on his lips.

"God, you're beautiful." He murmured, running his hand down your face all the way down the side of your torso, making you let out yet another sigh.

"Bucky, I need you." You said while tracing your fingers along his jawline. "More than I've ever needed anyone or anything before." Tears started to form in your eyes again, fogging your vision.

Bucky leaned down to place a kiss on your neck, moving up your to your jaw. "Y/N," he whispered your name, making you close your eyes and claw at his back. He always had a way to make your need for him grow with the simplest actions. "I feel the same way about you." He said as his lips grazed the corner of your mouth.

Before you could respond, his lips attacked yours hungrily. The kiss was a perfect fit for how the two of you were feeling. It was needy, passionate, full of different feelings all mixed up together.

Just from the few kisses that you had shared, you knew the night was going to be one you'd remember for the rest of your lives. And although the memory would haunt you, you wanted it. You wanted to remember every last detail.

As you noticed how slow and calm Bucky's actions were, how he ran his hands slowly all over your body, you knew he did too. He wanted to remember everything.

***

Lying in bed, staring at your peaceful form, Bucky found his chest tightening as he reached out to you, running his warm hand up your bare side all the way to your cheek. His eyes teared up as he pulled his hand back. He took a deep breath before getting up from the bed, gathering his clothes in his hands before starting to dress.

As he did put his clothes on, he looked at you every once in a while. The more he looked at you, the more painful the situation was. Although that was the case, he kept looking at you. Feeling all that pain and sadness was worth looking at you, the person who changed his life for the better.

Leaving you made his heart ache. He didn't want to leave you, of course not. He had a connection with you that he hadn't had with anyone else before. You made him feel things he never thought he'd feel again.

After putting on all his clothes, he circled the bed, kneeling down beside you. He looked at you, seeing the small frown on your face, making him do the same.

"Don't frown, love." He whispered and placed his hand on your cheek. "It's all going to be okay... Isn't it?" He asked, not even sure himself.

He sighed, removing his hand from your cheek to place it on the mattress. "There's no point in lying, right?" He let out a dry chuckle. "It's not going to be okay."

You shifted slightly, making him pull back. He didn't want to wake you up. He told you he'd be gone before you woke up and he intended to keep that promise although he wanted to break it so bad. All he wanted to do was to crawl back in bed under the covers and pull your body flush against him. He wanted to hold you till the morning came, breathe in your smell, be there to kiss you, be the first person you'd see. He wanted to stay so badly but he knew he couldn't.

Tears streamed down his eyes as he looked at you. "You know how I feel about you." He stated quietly. "I don't even have to say it out loud. You know."

It wasn't just some meaningless sex that you had, no. It was so much more than that. You didn't just have sex, you made love.

It didn't take a genius to realize there was something different about that night you spent together. Anyone could have seen it, the two of you didn't just have a thing going on, the two of you were in love with each other.

That made leaving much worse.

"I wish I would have said it out loud." Bucky whispered. "I didn't dare to, not right when I'm about to leave." He continued, running a hand through his slightly knotted hair. "I should have just said it." He muttered to himself.

He looked at you again, staying quiet as he listened to the breaths you took. A sad smile formed on his lips and he stood up, pulling the covers tighter around you and he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

Keeping the three tiny words in was harder than he thought it would be. They were threatening to escape but he fought against it. He didn't want his first time declaring his love for you to happen when you were asleep, unable to hear it.

He stood up, turning away from you towards the window. He saw his jacket laying on the chair in the corner but he decided to leave it behind. He wanted you to have something to remember him by just in case the night wasn't enough.

Although he knew it was.

***

Waking up to a cold breeze rush past you, you shivered. You pulled the covers tighter around you and turned over to seek more warmth from the man who you forgot told you he'd leave before you woke up.

You opened your eyes slowly to see the other side of your bed completely empty. You sighed, rolling over to your back and stared up at the ceiling, refusing to start your day with tears. You took a deep breath and sat up, holding the covers over your bare body. You saw that the window was open, meaning Bucky had in fact escaped through it. Went out the same way he came in.

You wrapped the duvet over your body and shuffled to the window, looking outside to see if you saw him but let out a disappointed grunt when you didn't find him walking along the street. You pulled back and closed the window before moving over to your dresser to change into some comfortable clothes. You took the first clothes that you reached and put them on without thinking about it much further.

You didn't really care how you looked. You felt so sad and awful that you didn't give a damn about your appearance. You just needed some comfort.

When you shut the drawers of your dresser, an item of clothing on a chair in the corner caught your eye. It was a jacket and it definitely wasn't yours.

You walked over to it, taking it in your hands. You smiled sadly down at the jacket, placing it back down on the chair. It was sweet of him to leave it for you. You knew he really liked that jacket.

You quickly turned around and walked out of your room. "FRIDAY," you called out quietly, "can you tell me where Tony is?"

"In the lab, miss." The artificial intelligence answered.

"Okay, thank you."

"My pleasure."

You continued walking to the lab, seeing Vision, Rhodey and Natasha along the way but ignoring them and their good morning wishes as you quickly rushed past them to get to Tony as fast as you could.

You saw him in the lab, concentrated on whatever he was doing and you knocked on the door, waiting for his signal and you stepped in.

"You don't look too good." He stated, spending a few more seconds to observe your appearance.

You shrugged, "Yeah, I don't feel too good either." You mumbled, going over to him. "Hey, Tony... I need to—"

"Not now, Y/N." He interrupted, moving his attention back to what he was doing.

"But—"

"I'm busy."

You let out an annoyed huff and crossed your arms. "Tony, this is important." You told him, trying to gain his attention. "I need to talk to you."

"Natasha's available."

"No!" You yelled out. "I need to talk to you."

Tony turned to look at you with a slight scold on his face. "Y/N, I'm sorry but I really can't talk right now." He said and started heading towards the exit.

"This is important!" You fought back. "Can you just take a second an—"

"Y/N, I really am so—"

"Stop!" You commanded but he continued his way. Your eyes started to sting as you watched the person who you needed to be there for you walking away when you felt so fragile. Your lip quivered and when his hand made contact with the door, you took your last chance to make him change his mind and stay with you.

"I need my dad." You called out with a weak voice, letting out a sob.

Tony stopped in his tracks, not having heard that word come out of you in many, many years. He turned around, brows furrowed. "What?" He asked quietly.

"I need my dad!" You said while tears streamed down your cheeks. "I just need some comfort from a parent right now." You tried to calm yourself but you couldn't. You just kept crying.

Tony rushed towards you. "I'm here." He said quietly. "Honey, I'm here." He said as he finally got close enough to place his hands on your shoulders.

You didn't waste a second to throw your arms around your father and rest your head on his shoulder, crying.

Your actions baffled Tony, making him hold his hands in the air for a second before he finally rested them on your back and rubbed it soothingly, shushing you while he did so.

Tony held you tightly in his arms, enjoying the feeling of having his daughter trust him enough to seek comfort from him. As much as he enjoyed that and having you refer to him as your father, that you hadn't done until now, he was sad to see you so hurt and weak.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tony asked while resting his head on yours, hugging you tightly in his arms.

You shook your head. "I just need you to be here for me." You muttered out, sniffling. "But if you have things to do—" You started while pulling away but Tony pulled you back for a hug.

"Forget about that." He shrugged it off. "My daughter needs me." He said with a small smile.

"I'm sorry, dad." You apologized. "For pushing you away when we finally got together again. I know you had your reasons not to be a part of my life. I'm just so sick of losing people and I need you to stay, okay?" You asked, tears still making their way down your face. "I've lost friends, people who I love... I can't lose my dad too." You sobbed, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"You're not going to lose me." He said sincerely. "I'll be here for you, no matter what. You're my daughter and I love you."

You continued to cry while he held you in his warm, comforting embrace.

You really were sick of losing people. Losing Bucky was the last straw for you, though. He was someone who you loved dearly and having him slip from your fingers like that was enough to leave you a sobbing for weeks.

"A lot of people will come and go but I will always be here for you, you hear me?" Tony asked as he pulled away, looking at you with an empathetic smile on his face.

"Do the people who go ever come back?" You asked, sniffling.

Tony sighed, giving you a knowing look. "This is about Barnes, isn't it?"

You nodded, pursing your lips.

"You really care for him, don't you?"

You nodded again.

Tony shook his head, "I'm so sorry."

You shrugged off his comment and pulled away from him. "Do they?" You changed the subject back to the question you had previously asked.

Tony looked at you sadly. "I don't want to lie to you." He started. "But I can't know for sure. Sometimes they do. I did." He shrugged. "But I want you to remember that he's a criminal, Y/N. Unless someone can prove otherwise."

You nodded, taking a seat at the desk behind you. You bit your lip as you looked down at your hands. "So, there's a chance that he's innocent?"

Tony frowned. "He's done some awful things, Y/N." He said. "He's not innocent."

"He was brainwashed." You said, sending him a glare.

Tony placed his hand on your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "I hate to see you upset." He whispered. "Why don't we go get a tub of your favorite ice cream and eat that while watching that show you liked when you were a kid?" He asked with a smile.

You smiled a little as well, nodding as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the lab.