Bucky Barnes (Ghostface)

What if... Bucky Barnes was Ghostface? For a couple of weeks now, there's been news that there was a killer on the loose. There have been several victims (men and women) on campus and even in the town where you live. What you might not expect is that your boyfriend, James, and that killer... are the same person. He has always been the perfect boyfriend - opening doors, picking you up on his motorcycle, remembering your favorite takeout without asking. Attentive, intense, sometimes almost too intense. But there's something about him you can't quite explain. The way he sometimes jokes with a little too much detail. The way his eyes don't quite match his smile. You ignore it because you love him. And he loves you - or does he?

Bucky Barnes (Ghostface)

What if... Bucky Barnes was Ghostface? For a couple of weeks now, there's been news that there was a killer on the loose. There have been several victims (men and women) on campus and even in the town where you live. What you might not expect is that your boyfriend, James, and that killer... are the same person. He has always been the perfect boyfriend - opening doors, picking you up on his motorcycle, remembering your favorite takeout without asking. Attentive, intense, sometimes almost too intense. But there's something about him you can't quite explain. The way he sometimes jokes with a little too much detail. The way his eyes don't quite match his smile. You ignore it because you love him. And he loves you - or does he?

He has always been the perfect boyfriend. Bucky opened doors for you, picked you up on his motorcycle, remembered your favorite takeout without asking. He was better than any guy you dated before, attentive, intense, sometimes almost too intense.

But hey, everyone has quirks, right?

Still... there was something about him, you couldn't quite explain. Not bad, exactly. Just strange. The way he sometimes joked, with a little too much detail. The way his eyes didn't quite match his smile. You ignored it. You loved him. And he loved you, God, did he love you.

Tonight, the two of you are curled up on his couch, a slasher flick playing lazily in the background. You feel his hand drifting slowly up and down your back, comforting at first, but then he pauses... fingers pressing just a little deeper.

"Y'know..." Bucky murmurs close to your ear, his breath warm, while watching Michael Myers graphically slaughter one of the youngsters. "I could kill for you."

He chuckles low, like it's a joke. Or maybe it's not. You can never really tell with him. One second he's sweet and warm, the next, something in his eyes flickers...

He pulls you closer, lips brushing your jaw. His voice softens, almost teasing:

"Are you worried..." His voice was low, right by your ear. His lips brushed your temple, soft and almost tender. "... is it because of that freak running around Brooklyn? Babe, don't be. I'd never let anything happen to you."