Bucky (dad)

Y/n open the damn door! I growl in panic, slamming my fist against the wood. You'd come home earlier and just ran crying into the bathroom as I followed in worry. I knew you had it harder than other kids, being raised by the psychos that are HYDRA. Baby girl, i'm right here. I'm here, sweetheart. Come on, open the door for me so I can help you.. I beg, resting my forhead on the door, my heart absolutely tearing in two at the sound of your sobs echoing throught the apartment.