Bucky Pov:
I had just finished doing the dishes I went back to the bedroom. I could hear the shower going from the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom. I was about to leave the room but then Stiles came out... He didn't see me and Stiles walked over to the dresser to get this clothes. His towel wrapped around his hips. His back was now facing me and I could see the damage that had been done to him over the years. MURDER. FUCK WIT. KILLER. WORTHLESS. MOTHERFUCKER. IDIOT. STUPID BLOODY FUCK. MONSTER. The words Failure was written down his back in big letters There were slash marks and burn marks but the weirdest fucking part about seeing it was that they were glowing bloody purple.
"Stiles." I said quietly
He Spins around to see me with a shocked expression. His facial expressions turn to anger and his eyes began to glow bright blue.
"Get out."
"Stiles." I said again
"Get out Bucky."
"Stiles what happened." As soon as those words left I regretted it
"GET OUT!!!" Stiles roared as I backed away to the hall way
Stiles slammed the door shut.
What have I done? I asked myself as I realised I of all people should have left well enough alone.
I Fucked Up... big time.
Looks like I am sleeping on the couch tonight.
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Like Father, Like Son
FanfictionAfter the death of Claudia Stilinski {Stiles's mother}, Noah {Stiles's father} blames his son for her death. He becomes so lost in his own grief and pain that he doesn't notice his own son has left their little home in Beacon Hills for a better life...
