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The Fallout - Part Twenty (Bucky x Reader)

Summary: You had been a ghost for years, taking down the bad guys from the shadows that had once enslaved you. That is until the Avengers finally caught up with you and yet again your life changed. But your past won’t stay dead and everything starts to shift when a familiar face joins the ranks: Bucky Barnes. He may not remember you, but you certainly remember him.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Slow burn, language

Word Count: About 5k

A/N: Kinda excited about this chapter! This is not the final part, by the way! As mentioned previously we have a couple more to go to wrap this up. I will let you know the exact number once they're fleshed out more. But still, we’re getting close...

MY MASTERLIST // THE FALLOUT MASTERLIST // PART NINETEEN

It had been 374 days since he had turned you, and 122 days since you had set him free.

The days were long and dark because of you, and the nights longer and darker without you.

Everyone felt the strain, felt the tension that your absence created. It whittled people down, seeing and hearing of the destruction you had caused, of the pain you were inciting.

But the blood wasn’t on your hands. It was on Bucky. He walked these halls drenched with it, drowning with every breath.

At the people you had killed.

At the agony in his soul at not having you near.

At the horror of you being a pawn for them again.

All because of him.

Because Bucky had let you down. Because he had done this to you.

Through your time apart there was a physical toll that had settled into his bones. His shoulders were slouched with the weight of his guilt. His head and eyes looking down to the ground in conversation, sure he would find accusation or shame in the company of others. His hands were always held in fists, trying to squeeze your blood out from between his fingers. His footsteps were lighter now than before, hearing and feeling the crunch and gargle of your wrist severed under his boot with every nauseating step.

So over the months he found himself often in his room, both a sanctuary and a prison. He forced himself out almost as a punishment, to track and keep a careful eye (along with the entire Team) on any new developments. 

There were no “good” days. There were days that were agonizing as there was no word, no updates, not even a hint of Hydra���s or your whereabouts to pursue. Meaning days of no possible hope at getting you back and ending this blinding torture.

And then there were days where another massacre had happened, always somehow worse than the last, caused by you. It had always ended with you ghosting away, slipping through their hands again, leaving Bucky caught in a nebulous state of guilt and anguish again. Of more blood covering and drowning him. On those terrible days hope again dashed and reality turned back into dark, timeless life to be lived without you.

But when the work was done, he would find himself back in his room alone, the shadows of New York city dancing on his floor while shadows of you danced in his head.

Grey mornings like this were no better. And it was both a balm and torment that you were here again. The uncertainty of what you wanted though, that was now the new sources of tension in him and the group.

“She wants to talk with you,” Steve started, coming to Bucky’s room at the crack of dawn to find him already awake and restless.

Strain from yesterday’s conversation with you still hung around Steve like a shroud. He had been trying to shake it, but it was like a knife to his core. And Bucky wasn’t completely sure if he could handle an interaction with you like that just yet.

Bucky didn’t stir, just got annoyed as Steve moved further into the room, leaning against the treadmill. The place was unkempt, almost all personal effects packed up in boxes that were shoved in his closet, most of them broken now at his outbursts of both rage and sorrow. The room was barren, only gym equipment like a treadmill, punching bag, and weights were here now. He didn’t much feel like training and risk having to speak with anyone.

It was lonely, but it’s what he deserved.

Bucky eyes met Steve’s a moment, crossing his arms. He sat on the edge of the bed, on edge himself since Steve walked in. He knew what this was going to be about before he spoke.

“She hasn’t said that.” When he wasn’t watching you cell security feeds on his shift, he was watching them here in his room. Now that you were here he could barely keep his eyes off you.

“No, but I don’t think she has too,” Steve added. “She let you go, Bucky. Hydra had you, and she released you. Why would she do that?”

“Because she can cause more pain to me here as Bucky than at Hydra as the Winter Soldier.” he muttered.

“Because she loves you, Buck.” he said firmly. “Underneath it all.”

Bucky got up, not sure whether he was going to pace the room or just walk out of it. But before he made up his mind, his foot touched down on a little shard of glass from a long broken picture frame. The crunch underfoot instantly made his stomach tighten, threatening to heave out its contents

Like the sound her wrist made, he thought reflexively, stomach lurching as he thought of your hand still rotting down in that pit now.

And suddenly, as the intense urge always came on these days, he just needed to see you. His nightmares had consisted frequently of him killing you in that cage Hydra locked you both in. The only bitter relief now was being able to see your sleeping body curled up in your cell, as proof that you weren’t dead.

His security rounds and monitoring you on his shifts with the others was a balm and a bitter irritant. He hated and loved it, both craving it and tortured by seeing someone in your skin that wasn’t you. He longerdto touch that skin, warm and soft and for such a brief time only for him to caress. God, he need to see you.

“Y/N won’t talk with us, but she’ll talk with you. Please Buck.” Steve said, interrupt Bucky’s silent spiral.

There was a pause in the room, gloom and desperation clinging to Bucky like damp.

“Help us get her back, Buck. The real her.” he said before adding, pained. “We just need her back.“

The quiet walk down through to the other side of the compound led Bucky through security checkpoints and doors secured by the Team’s A.I. 

It was a trip he could make blindfolded now, feet often leading him down here, even if he didn't usually walk through the final door to the hall you were in.

The cool air that circled him as he passed through the door and entered the long hall before your cell was laced now with the smell of you. Intoxicating. Familiar. A torture and ease on his soul.

It only got stronger as he walked down the hall, memories of you flooding his mind of pressing his face into your hair at night, holding your skin against his. Breathing you in.

Watching you, you inexplicably looked both battle-hardened and delicate sitting there in your small cell. Your scars lined your body, fresh ones gouged into your skin since the last time he saw you.

From what they could tell, no one had laid so much as a scratch on you during your riots and carnage. You had easily and quickly taken down those you set out against. So it must have been done by Hydra... Or by you.

But the look you had on now was not one of cowering torment or weary warrior. It was like you had taken your first breath of warm spring air after a cold, dead winter. You had an unbeilevably peaceful expression set against those scars, chest shuddering ever so slightly at the air Bucky brought in with him.

It made Bucky swallow down his emotions as he walked and stood a distance back from you, knowing what this was.

A lie.

A fucking good one, but a lie all the same. You weren’t calm or delicate. You weren’t a dormant spring unfolding at the sight of Bucky walking back into your life, like he brought a new warmth with him.

You were the beast that was twisted and corrupted, rotting away the person you had been. You were the monster pretending to be a person. And you knew it.

And Bucky drew up his strength, refusing to give in. Outwardly you would only see a cold, distance in him.

“Bucky,” you breathed, standing up in the middle of your cell, small smile almost glowing. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Shit, you knew exactly what you were doing and it was making this so fucking hard.

He could be mad at the monster, he could fight back if you were to fight him. But he couldn’t do that when you were like this.

So he didn’t say anything, just watched you carefully.

“We’re only on day four,” you said, light as a feather and just as airy. “I didn’t think I’d see you so soon. Guess everyone really does want me back.”

Your eyes were like a fawn to him, looking young and wide, soft and innocent. It caused such an ache in him that he threatened to fall apart at a sheer glance, like a fucking schoolboy.

That’s the point, don’t give in. It isn’t really her, he thought, fighting both his emotions and physical reaction to you simultaneously. His mind was the last line of defense he had, the cognitive part of him understanding that this wasn’t exactly you.

Maybe it wasn’t your mind and maybe your soul was buried under layers of tortured insanity, but it was your body. It moved like you. Sounded like you. Smelt like you. Bucky crossed his arms, trying not smash open the cell and hold you close like he had been longing too for so fucking long.

He had been snatched all those years ago, bleeding and dying on a mountainside and from there the anguish didn’t stop for decades. Until he met you. Until he fell in love and got to experience a little piece of heaven every night holding you. Maybe it wasn’t for long, but it was real and intense and was burned deep into his soul.

Then that anguish came back tenfold when he lost you. Now you were here and yet also not, and it was ripping him apart.

You grasped onto the bar, pushing yourself forward into it. The sound your metal hand caused Bucky’s stomach to tighten. He swallowed, blinking slow as a tingle ran through his spine, trying to shut out the reaction. It wasn’t all that successful, though outwardly it was hopefully hard to tell.

You hadn’t even been able to scream when he did that to you, aware and unable to stop. He had beaten you too much to even move. To even whimper.

“Why are you here, Buck?” you said sadly, interrupting his thoughts. “Why put yourself in this position just to feel pain?”

He tried not to shift, tried not to let the blood drain even more from his face. God, if you were angry he could battle back with the same. But you sounding sad? Sounding miserable for him? Shit, it was so much harder that way.

“Because we need the real you back,”

“Oh, you... you didn’t actually want to see me than?” You didn’t change your expression, but jaw tightened infinitesimally in your misery-tinged voice. You stepped back, away from him.

Does she know what’s she’s doing? Those little ticks and tiny cracks of emotion?

Bucky didn’t have the option to doubt or hope. The others wanted it desperately- and Bucky even more- to have you back. But the Hydra agent that stood in front of him now was reviling and disgusting, and he couldn’t risk that it was that person, not you, calling every single shot.

So Bucky steeled his expression, admitting to you only what you already knew, which really was far too much. You held too much power over him, over everyone. And it was terrifying.

“You know who I want to see,” he said, eyes cool and posture held upright and stiff.

“Me. Or her, I guess.” you assumed before continuing, the lilt in your voice sounding a little bored. “Oh she was here, deep inside somewhere. Begging and screaming and crying. Kind of pathetic, considering her supposed strength you seemed to always give her credit for.”

“She was? And now where is she?” he questioned concerned, not missing the past tense.

“Now she’s quite locked up.” you shrugged.

You got close to the bars suddenly, Bucky staying still though holding his breath for an extra moment. Your eyes went wide, showing off how intensely, eerily black they were. The pupils were blown out, a black abyss taking up your normally beautiful coloured irises.

“Slow release drugs are coursing through me. I’m sure you’ve had Jacosta run a physical by now, so that much you know. What you don’t know is that it keeps her quiet. Locked away like a little cowering infant, unable to make so much as a sound up here,” you said, knocking a knuckle to your temple before stepping back.

“Then if I can't get through to the real Y/N, I’ll leave and you will fucking rot,” he said, edged with an icy anger.

“I don’t think that would be the best course of action here, Buck.” you stated, words more threatening than your tone suggested.

“Every word out of your mouth, every put on emotion has been a fucking lie.” he responded.

“No, I’ll be honest with you,” you said. “And I mean it. No games, no lies. Just honesty, I swear. But I can only promise that with you, and you alone.”

He just scoffed, but the admission was tempting. Never would he trust you, but whatever cards you were holding, the Team needed to know.

“And why would you do that?” he asked, head tilting and unimpressed.

“Because the truth can hurt worse than a lie can.” you admitted.

“Not always,”

“No, but there is a lot of bloody truth between us, Bucky. I think I can come up with something that hurts.”

A grin pulled together and evaporated just as fast on you that would make anyone’s blood run cold. Bucky silently exhaled the icy air that settled in him at that look.

To be honest with himself, he couldn’t argue with your words. The painful truth of what had happened between them would be far worse than any lie could be.

“Fine,” he reasoned, walking backwards down the hall. “You tell the truth and I’ll continue to not believe it, whatever effort you put into it, alright?”

He turned, mind trying to convince his soul that it would survive another encounter like this. But the bolstering he did nothing to ease his heart cracking open piece by piece.

“What’s the day and time?” you called out unprompted, voice echoing down the hall as he was a step away from exiting.

Bucky stopped without turning, that uneasy feeling settling in his stomach and increasing sickeningly.

Shit.

Whyever you said that would definitively not be good.

“I want to see you again tomorrow.” you called out again loudly to reach him. “With Steve.”

Bucky turned then. “No, that won’t be happening. Whatever you have to say, tell me now.”

“I promised I wouldn’t lie to you, Bucky. So come back with Steve tomorrow and I will say only what I need to say. Nothing more. Now promise me you’ll come. Believe me... you’ll want too.”

Bucky waited, weighing the options. He couldn’t bear to have you pit him against his friend, the relationship strained enough as it was. But he believed you would hold your word. Why, who the fuck knew at this point.

He didn’t make a sound, just walked away, leaving you with a faint shadow of that unnerving grin on your face.

When dawn rose and cut through the inky night sky, you woke and stretched, cutting through the sleep that clung to you. It was the beginning of a busy, important day, and you felt more than ready to tackle it.

It was finally time to get things really underway.

You faked a yawn as the two men entered through the security door and down your hall, two dark-clad figures in the white hall. An almost giddy smile had been plastered there for the past hour and a half and it was time to put on your game face.

Steve was dressed in his signature navy shirt and blue denim, and Bucky in a grey shirt and dark jeans, clinging to his muscles for dear life. Man, they were not prepped for what today was going to bring. They should have dressed for battle.

“Good morning,” you said pleasantly, walking from your bed to the bench, plunking down.

“What did you need us both here to say,” Steve started, his counterpart remaining silent as you looked between them.

“What, is it a crime to miss you both? Maybe I just get lonely in this cell all by myself,” you said, feigning innocence.

“This was a mistake,” Steve said coldly, Bucky’s expression mirroring it.

Fuck, they just had no patience, did they. Took all the fun out of batting them around like playthings.

Turning away, you began to choose your words very carefully, as you would have to from here on out.

“I was just reminiscing. I’ve been reliving my past, trying to pinpoint very specific details. My brain might be put back together since the whole Vier Gliedmaßen missions, but they're still a lot of years to keep track of you know.”

Both men stopped, but Bucky was the one that turned half of his body back to you, cold eyes searching yours.

“C’mon here you two,” you said with a chuckle, gesturing them back. “Let’s chat, and help me fill in somethings, huh? No pop quiz, I promise.”

The pair walked back to you, their first smart decision. Well, all things considered, the smartest thing they could have done was put a bullet in your head and call it a day.

“Where did you first find me, Steve?” you questioned, confused, as they stepped up to your cell bars. Their darker than usual presense was cold and demanding, even their smell somehow coming off grittier as they approached.

You did the same, leisurely walking with flesh hand brushing the bars as you strolled back and forth.

“Kyiv.” he said curtly, light blue eyes closed off and unwaveringly emotionless.

“Huh. Right. With the drugs you know, it’s hard keeping track of everything.” you admitted, shrugging. “And it is Thursday, right?”

There was a pause as Bucky’s gaze narrowed behind a furrowed brow and his loose brown hair.

“Yes, why?” Bucky asked tersely.

“I mean, I guess I’ll be here a long time so maybe it doesn’t matter. Not to me anyway.” Your metal fingers kept rattling across the bars. “And the time?”

“7:58 am.” said Steve.

“Hmm, not long to go.” you muttered, looking down the hall, pretending to get lost in thought.

“Not long until what, Y/N?” Steve said, interest piqued.

“Oh. Breakfast, probably. Right? It’s not like I have a timetable to keep in here.”

You turned and sat back down on your bed in the corner, flipping open a book, looking calm and together.

“Y/N, what is happening in Kyiv?” Bucky demanded, low voice so commanding it sent a pleasant kind of shiver down your spine.

“I couldn’t know that. I’m in here.” you said innocently. “Why would I know what’s about to happen in Kyiv?”

You barely glanced back down to your book when Steve took off sprinting down the hall full speed. Bucky didn’t follow on his heels, staying behind a moment or two before turning away from you and following his friend.

“Wait!” you called out, jumping out of bed and pressing yourself against the bars with a clang of your metal hand.

Bucky turned, slow and tense, wafting that warm spicy smell of his down to you. It was your guess he was bracing himself for your next words by the way he held his shoulders. 

“Come back before noon?” you said softly. “With Nat this time.”

Bucky let out a nod, jaw clenched so tight you thought it would crack into pieces.

You giggled quietly a little as he walked then began to sprint away, clearly a string of swears flashing through his mind.

God, this was fun.

They came running in this time. You sat positively beaming before they reached your cell. As they stopped you bent your head down, trying to align your face to one of composure. But a smile crept through nonetheless.

Absently you played with the bedsheets, twisting and smoothing them out, needing some release for the energy buzzing in you.

“Tell us what is going on,” Nat demanded, the laid-back tone of your last meeting nowhere to be found, as the redhead’s eyes were subtly burning. Clearly they had found something.

Perfect.

You raised your hands, gesturing around you. “All quiet in here, Nat. What do you think is happening?”

“Where’s the next target?” Bucky asked.

“I’m in here, how could I be targetting anyone?” you replied. “I was just trying to recall a mission Nat had gone on. It was a while ago? Just her and Clint.”

“Be more specific,” Bucky demanded with a growl.

“That’s as specific as I can be?” you said tilting your head. “I don’t recall much about it.”

Nat swore under her breath, not pretending to put up a composed front. You had the upper hand, and everyone knew it. No need to try and deny it now.

As they were halfway back down the hall, your grin emerged again.

“And give my regards to his family!” you shouted out.

Nat instantly whipped around on a dime with more than a little horror on her face. Bucky just looked confused, not knowing about Clint’s best-kept secret like you did. 

“The poor dears must be missing me. We were friends somewhat. Should have checked up on Clint’s dear wife and sweet babies before you caught up to me. I mean, I’m not completely heartless... Right?”

Again, Nat was sprinting down the hall, speaking harshly into her comm. But Bucky was running up to you. Poor guy just couldn’t let you be.

“The mission or his family?” he demanded, wanting to know where you were sending them too next.

“I don’t get the question,” you said cooly, quirking your shoulder.

Bucky walked right up and slammed his hands against bars, clang ringing out painfully.

“What have you done?” he yelled.

“Sweetie,” you said quietly. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean? But come back later, maybe around tea time, say four o’clock. We’ll have a chat over a cup and your mind will be at ease. I would suggest a nice chamomile lavender blend. It’s naturally quite calming.”

“Who with,” he said through his teeth, blue eyes blazing.

You saddled up the bars, feeling his breath and yours mingling together. The anger seeping off him was exhilarating. He was so close you could have reached up and touched him, nails running along his skin...

“Just the two of us this time,” you said sweetly.

The third and final meeting with your dear Bucky was by far your favourite, for clear reasons. 

Crossing his arms, he had drawn himself up to full height, standing intimidatingly a few feet away from the bars of your little prison. You were sitting legs crossed on your bed, hardly put off by his stance.

His blue eyes looked uncrackable, but you would find a fault line somewhere.

“Tell me,” he demanded, sounding much more like the Soldier than himself. 

“Yeesh, right to the point,” you said dismayed. “I thought you liked our chats?”

“Tell me now,” he repeated, just as hard.

“Fine,” you sighed. “I will... but only if you kiss me.”

“What?” he snapped, anger starting to flood his veins, now coming to the surface of his skin. You could practically smell it on him.

“I’ll tell you what you want to know, if you kiss me.” you explained.

But he cut you off before you fully finished your sentence.

“No, not happening.” he snarled.

“Then everything from here on out will on your head. You're used to that though, aren’t you? I mean, I'm only here today because of you. Because you were weak and hateful and did this to me. If you hadn’t started this we wouldn’t be here, now would we?”

There was that fault line. It broke through those blue eyes, emotions seeping through. Regret? Fear? Rage? Hard to tell, but something was moving under there.

Hesitation held his body still, looking momentarily like he was going to try and put up more of a fight.

“You can’t sacrifice a simple kiss for potential unknown horror?” you scoffed before he could shoot you down again. “And you call yourself a good guy. Sounds like you should be on the other side of a cell.”

Bucky took a slow breath in and a slow breath out. But he began to unsheathing his knives, dropping his weapons with a clatter on the ground, hard gaze on you unbreaking, trying to bore holes through your skull.

“Smart, dropping those.” you commented. “But I promise I won’t hurt you. Not a scratch. Unless you want me too.”

He walked right up to the bars, looking down on you. You waited, wanting him to make the first move here. 

You were about to open your mouth and make another comment, but his hand went to your hip, holding it not gently but harshly to keep you still. Bucky wrapped his hand through the bars around the back of your head next, gripping your hair and holding it roughly. He paused, nose scrunching with a mix of disgust and conflict.

But you grabbed onto his tactical suit and pulled him towards you, closing the small distance and soaking every rolling emotion and heat from his body up greedily.

The control here was fucking intoxicating, with everything going just to plan.

“Kiss me,” you whispered, before he pushed you into him, catching your lips to his.

It wasn’t a chaste, shy first kiss, but open-mouthed and tense, filled with frustration. It was wet and hard and was a struggle for power between you, at that moment and for once, Bucky was trying to dominate you, desperate in his frustration.

You would have demanded no less from it.

As the kiss continued his lips curled into a snarl before breaking it off, retching your head back away from his.

“Give her back to me,” he growled at you, fury on his face.

“I’m here to stay darling, you better get used to it,” you said with a smile, ignoring his fingers digging hard into your skull. “We could do more of this, you know... I’d be a good girl for you if you came to me in the middle of the night. No one would need to know...”

He pushed you back stepping back himself, shifting and hardening back into the good little Avenger he was trying to be.

“That will never happen.” he snapped.

“C’mon,” you teased. “If you can’t have her, why not settle for me? I look the same. Smell the same. Sound the same. I’d even feel the same, pressed up against you every night, wouldn’t I? Don't you want that, Bucky? Don’t you want me?”

“Cut the games, Y/N!” Bucky barked. “Tell me what I need to know, now.”

“Fine,” you said in a huff, remembering you were in fact on a clock here. “I’ll keep my promise, because always do. You’ll want to go back to where we first really met.”

“Where. Exactly.” he demanded. “I goddamn mean it, Y/N!”

“Listen, you won’t get blood from a stone sweetie, so don’t try it with me. You gave me what I asked for, now I gave you what you asked for. Better not waste any more time.”

In the course of a few hours, you had almost emptied the entire compound of Avengers. It was making you positively giddy just thinking about it. 

Now, you had no way to confirm who exactly left, but you were sure of a couple things in all this.

One, the Avengers would find your not so little or subtle “diversions” today. They weren’t idiots and had both advanced tech and ingenuity on their side.

Two, and let’s be perfectly honest here, you didn’t do anything small or low-stakes. You had set up high-powered explosives the likes of which would cause a few corners of the world some deep distress if they weren’t handled in time. And they were set to go off today.

Three, it would become clear to them fast by the location and magnitude that it would take their higher powered members to deal with this. It’s not as if your explosives were just hanging out or able to be defused easily. Tony would scan it, figure it out, and instruct the others on how to defuse it, but it was still a process.  

Four, you had months to plan this out, with Gerault hovering above you, monitoring and controlling as much as possible. So you weren’t going to fail. You couldn’t. Everything had and would continue to go to plan.

Five, you were going to escape today, and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

You wondered to yourself, humming along lightly to a tune stuck in your head, what chaos was happening outside of this little corner of the compound. A chuckle escaped your lips, interrupting your little melody before you began to sing to yourself under your breath.

It was the same song Tony made you sing while making dinner all that time ago, a slow little number about lost loves being far away from each other. You got a little louder as you repeated the song, voice ringing out down the vacant, sterile corridor.

You were both surprised and not surprised at seeing Bucky practically run down it right to you a minute or two after you started singing.

He, of course, wasn’t going to get any more information out of you, certainly. But damn it if he didn’t know you, and know you well.

A knife was in his hand, flipping it in anxiety and looking at you with burning eyes, sprinting towards you. You would bet by that look that you were quite right; the Avengers must in quite the tizzy. 

“What are you doing?” he barked, coming to a halt in front of you, hair falling around his face, sweaty already.

“Listen, I gave you all the information that I-”

“I don’t mean that, I mean right this second!” he yelled, out of patience.

You stopped, looking at him with an eyebrow arched, taking pause. 

“You catch on fast, love.” you said with a little genuine admiration. “Man, it couldn’t have been more than a minute.”

“Get down here, everyone!” he said into his comm. At obviously hearing some pushback from the rest of the (undoubtedly busy) Team, his lips pursed into a thin line.

“Looks like everybody is off playing their own games, huh dear.” you remarked.

“You only sing when you are calling out an enemy to fight,” he all but snarled, your melody having already infuriated him. 

You wondered if it was the song choice, bringing back memories to him of your once sweet voice. The one that hummed to him and said “I love you”, overflowing with true feelings.

You looked at him straight on, bloodlust in your eyes melting away all pretense of the casualness you had put up over the past days.

“You’re good darling. Why don’t we play a game ourselves?” you teased, smile growing wide and flashing your teeth, eyes blacker than ever. “Let me out and let’s have some fun, for old times sake.”

He took a step forward forcefully. Heated and growling he spoke: “You are never getting out.”

“You think so, do you?”

You glanced momentarily down the hall, seeing a body or two enter, perhaps of the only Avengers left in the building.

Good. The more the merrier.

You walked up the bars, putting both hands high up on them, looking through the gaps at Bucky with a smug look on your face.

“Jacosta,” you said calmly. “Open the cell doors.”

A loud buzz rang out as the once locked door swung wide open.

PART TWENTY-ONE

WHEW! So if this had been the final part, that would be a super cruel place to end this lol. Please let me know what you thought!! A message or reblog or like would be great!! Next part will be up soon! Thanks darlings!

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