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Sympathy to those who need it

Bucky x !hydra!reader

Summary: you’ve been working with hydra for 5 years now, throughout those years you’ve got to know the winter soldier, However one night after he returns from a mission, you meet the person that’s been oppressed by hydra James Buchanan Barnes, also known as “Bucky”.

Warnings: ANGST, SLIGHT DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE.

Translation: ты в порядке? = are you okay?

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Y/N POV

The alarm went off, this was to signal that our symbol of peace has returned to hydra base. Immediately a group of armoured soldier charged passed the labs, yelling “go, go, go”. I stopped working on my newest project on the computer and grabbed my clipboard and pen. Right on cue, rumlow enters the laboratory and shouts my name.

“Y/N! We need you at the main building.” I nodded at Rumlow and began to walk behind him, the atmosphere was heavy and tense. I wondered why.

“How’s his condition?” 

“The soldier is irritated, and unstable, not only that but it seems like he got hit badly during the mission.” Rumlow responded serious as anything.

“I will see what I can do.” I replied.

Rumlow came to a halt and opened the prison doors for me. I entered the facility. The room was cold and the machines were placed everywhere, a few broken tubes and science equipment laid on the stone floor smashed and broken.

I gazed apon the winter soldier, he looked frazzled and in a dissociative state. I grabbed the nearest chair, and dragged it along the stone floor, I sat in front of him but not for him to attack.

“Soldat?” His eyes were glossed over but he still found the strength look over at me. The winter soldier stared into my eyes, they were widened, he was clearly in a hypervigilant state.

“ты в порядке?” I questioned. He said nothing and just stared into my eyes, there was a deafening coldness that rested inside his eyes. However, The winter soldier head flinched towards the left of him, he winced in pain and grabbed his metal arm, he began to dig into the skin around the shoulder, he was erratic. I signaled the hydra soldiers, to restrain him or sedate him. The soldiers approached him with aggression and quickness, the winter soldier did not take kindly to these actions and threw them to the floor or the wall, they were knocked unconscious. I again signalled the group to take the unconscious soldiers out of the room and leave me be to my work. I noticed that the winter soldiers body was tensed, he sat upright. I sighed, I decided to sit closer to him.

“Soldat, I cannot treat your injuries if you won’t let me.” I observed his movements and noticed his body language had changed. The winter soldier gulped. I cocked my head to the side, something was the matter.

“One moment” I got up with caution and went over to the filing cabinet that was in the room, I picked out the soldiers file, It read:

*The winter soldier*

Name: James Buchanan Barnes 

Age: 26 (99 years old)

Backstory: Bucky's mother died early in his life, but he grew up on Army bases with his dad and sister Rebecca, learning the ins and outs of this lifestyle at an early age. After his father died in a training accident, Bucky spent his days at Camp Lehigh in Virginia getting into trouble but also proving himself as a young man with great potential. He has a best friend called “Steve rogers” or “Captain America”

Additional notes: occasionally James will return to the surface. If that happens use the machines necessary and use command words to return him back to his potential.

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I put back the file, I took a moment and knew it wasn’t the soldier it was James, I calmly went back over to him and sat to where I was originally.

“James?” I asked softly and quietly hoping the cameras in the room didnt hear me. He gulped, and avoided eye contact with me which was unusual. I knew it was him.

“Fine since you won’t tell me who you are, Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to treat your injuries, and your going to tell me what made you come back to the surface, sound like a deal?” He nodded.

“ firstly I’m going to need you to calm down, or they will continue to brainwash you. I understand it’s hard considering everything. But your going to have to trust me” my tone of voice was authoritative, but it was secretly laced with sympathy.

“Fine.” His voice cracked. Almost in defeat.

I went over to grab a first aid kit. And the stand in the corner that was filled with other medical materials.

“So, do you have a preferred nickname or anything?” I asked attempting to try and distract him.

“Bucky. I think.” His eyes darted to the right, like he was remembering something.

“Hello Bucky, I’m your doctor.” I gave him a polite smile. I began to get out bandages and antiseptic wipes, and other necessities. I started on the large gash on his right shoulder, I dabbed around the wound.

“Why did you come back?” I asked.

“I- um. I saw someone. I knew him.” He looked so frustrated, and defeated at the same time. His conflicted feelings were painted on his face.

Bucky mumbled to himself “I knew him.”

“Do you remember anything else?” I questioned calmly.

“A feeling.”

“Like what?”

“Warm.” He replied. I simply nodded at him.

I examined the gash. It needed stitching, I grabbed my needle and sanitized string.

“Bucky. I need to stitch this back up. Your going to have to stay as still as possible”

“…i knew him…” he mumbled again. I sighed at him. I felt sorry for him. I continued on with treating him.

After a while, his first round of treatment (as the others called it) was due. I packed away my medical supplies and stood at the outlines of the room. Soldiers filtered in around the place. We were expecting a superior today. So everything had to be in order. Somebody had contacted Pierce Morgan due to the winter soldier hypervigilant state.

Pierce Morgan walks into the facility with confidence and purpose, his minions followed behind him, like a lost dog. Bucky sits there and stares into oblivion. Pierce took one look at him and knew something was the matter, Pieces eyes hardened. His head slightly turned to the left almost like he was analysing, the winter soldier I could tell that he was planning on something.

“put him under” his voice bellowed in the echoey walls, I’ve watched Bucky body, tense up, his breathing starts becoming uneven. As he begins to shake in what seems like fear. For the first time I began to question my job.

Another scientist came over to Bucky and strapped him in to the machine. The scientist put the mouthguard into Bucky‘s mouth, he was not in a stable state I wanted to protest against Pierce Morgan’s decision, however I knew I would gain consequences and not good ones.

“Zap him.” Morgan gave the signal to activate the machine.

Bucky knew he couldn’t defend himself. I could see it in his eyes that he knew that he couldn’t. The scientist charge the machine up, next thing you knew a blood, curling scream, could be heard throughout the building his movements became uncontrollable, tears form in his eyes, the sense of guilt settled my stomach, I felt ashamed I couldn’t help but look down, I refused to look at Bucky . There was no sympathy for him, in this facility, He was only seen as a killing machine, he was only being used for hydras peace.

After the treatment was over, he was taken out of the machine I saw an immediate change. There was only numbness in his face, no emotions, expressionless. Pierce Morgan and his goons left.

Soldiers and the scientist all left the room, leaving me in the quiet. I felt responsible and I wanted to help him escape, but I knew deep down after all these years he would do so himself.

I observed Bucky, there was nothing, there was no emotion or anything.

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[joey-marvel14]

A friendly neighbour...(part 1)

!Civil war! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Author’s note: hello this is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :)

Summary: Your a university student and you live in a cheap apartment block, rarely anyone moves in due to the living conditions. Until someone moves in across the hall from you. He looks familiar.

*** = time skip.

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I trugded up the long flight of stairs and finally reached the door of my apartment, I sighed in relief, feeling the exhaustion hit me. All I want more is too go to bed and sleep. I search my jacket pocket’s to find my keys. I found them in my right pocket. I grabbed them and unlocked the door the very unstable door. I stepped into my small apartment and dropped my bag to the floor.

I’ll pick that up later…I thought.

Although my apartment was very small. It was manageable. I looked around and took notice of how actually small and crooked it was. The kitchen was a walk-in and it was right next to me. The small closet to which I converted to my “bedroom”. My singular wore in chair next to a cheap TV. The bricks were starting to erode in the wall. And the tiny bathroom, that needs a good clean. Oh yeah this is home.

Eventually I slowly walked to the kettle to make myself a herbal tea and ramen noodles. The best dinner a university student could have. I turned on the kettle and walked to my bedroom to get changed into something more cosy. Until I heard the large echos of footsteps coming up the stairs.

Odd, there’s only 2 other people here and they barely come out of there apartments.

I couldn’t help but snoop. I walked to door and looked through my peephole. I saw a man, tall, muscular, longish hair, stubble, and beautiful blue eyes….and a metal arm? The man was holding a small box and a wore-out black backpack. It was strapped to him tightly. Whatever’s in there must be precious to him. He unlocked the door to the apartment across from me, before he entered he cautiously looked around the small hallway and then shut the door behind him.

I shrugged it off. And continued on with my evening.

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I woke up feeling groggy, I appeared over to my clock and it read.

2:00am

I sighed to myself, rubbing my eyes, I pushed back my hair and decided to get up. I turned on the kitchen lights and began searching in my small cupboards, I found cookie dough. Thats when I had the great idea to spontaneously bake cookies. I did everything I could to be quiet as the walls hear are thin and not very sturdy.

As I brought over the tray I tripped over the mop I left out from a week ago, I accidentally dropped the tray, the bang echoed through my apartment and what seems like the other rooms too. I bit down on my knuckles and cringed at the sound, I hoped and prayed that didn’t wake anyone. I swore to myself. I picked up the tray and continued on. Soon I put the cookies into the oven. I turned towards my clock, it was quietly ticking in the background.

3:45am

I set a timer for when the cookies would be done, I sat on the counter side. I swung my legs waiting paitently, I let my mind wonder off.

The guy I saw earlier, he looked familiar, like I’ve seen him before in real life. Mmm. I wonder what the metal arm is for, maybe he got into an accident? Or maybe he was attacked by those alien creatures from a few years back? Who knows. He looks like he’s seen alot maybe he served in the military? His eyes look so tired bless him. Mmmm maybe I should give him these cookies and introduce myself, like any good neighbour would do.

I smiled. Suddenly the loud noise of the alarm shook me out of my thoughts and back into reality. I rushed towards the alarm to turn it off before it gets louder. I grabbed a glove and took out the cookies, I could smell the declious scent of the chocolate chip cookies. Yum. My eyes went over to the clock.

4:30am

What’s the off chance that he might be awake?

I shrugged and decided to give it ago. I softly grabbed the cookies and packed them into a small takeout tub. I opened the door to my apartment, I looked around first before I stood out fully. The hallway was dark and weirdly eerie. I let out a quiet breath and walked towards his door. I stood infront of the wooden door and softly knocked.

No answer.

I knocked again but this time slightly louder.

No answer

I propped my ear to the door. I could hear movement from the inside.

I decided to try one last time. I knocked and this time I felt someone coming towards the door. The door click open, I could see the silhouette of his head appear around the corner of the door.

“Um. Hi, sorry to disturb you but I saw you moved in yesterday evening and I thought I would come and introduce myself. I- um- brought cookies” I felt a tad nervous now, as the realisation hit me that I’m doing this at 4:30 in the morning and this man was probably trying to get some sleep.

“Thank you.” His voice was slightly rough and monotone.

The door closed. Oh. I was about to walk off in defeat until I heard the jangling of the door fully unlocking. I turned back to the door. As it opened so I could see his silhouette a tad better.

“I’m Y/N, i live the apartment directly across from you. What’s your name?”

“James.”

“Nice to meet you James” I smiled

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Here is part one of the mini series 😊

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[joey-marvel14]

Holding on..(oneshot)

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you notice Bucky is been more quiet then usual. He’s not talking to anyone, not even you. Bucky becomes withdrawn, his eyes are more puffy and sleep deprived, you notice he’s not eating as much either.

Warning: ‼️ ANGST, MENTIONS SYMPTOMS OF DEPRESSION AND SLIGHT GORE, SOME COMFORT, PANIC ATTACK.

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I’m usually up at ridiculous times in the morning, I’m quite productive in the early mornings. So I simply walk around the avengers tower until I feel sleepy enough to go back to bed.

This was one of those mornings.

I travelled down to the kitchen to go and grab a snack, I looked out of the big windows to see the beautiful pink and yellow sunrise. I smiled at how gorgeously detailed the sky was. I continued to walk downstairs. As I entered the kitchen I saw a figure, I immediately recognised who it was. I smiled widely, happy to see him

“Hey Bucky-” Bucky turned around. My smile slightly faulted.

My eyes travelled to his face..

His eyes seemed like they were sunken in by the dark eye bags it looks like he hasn’t slept in days. I took a closer look at his eyes and they looked red and puffy, like he’s been crying, fresh tear stains glided apon his cheeks. My stare slowly appeared downwards to his chest and ribcage, his body looked skinnier, malnourished. I stared at him not completely recognising the person in front of me. What happened to the other Bucky?

I looked at all of him…together. A concerned feeling settled in my chest.

I thought about a way to approach him. I softened my tone and eyes

“Hey buck, Are you alright?” Bucky responded with a nod and a grunt. His face was expressionless, numb even.

Bucky pushed past me and quickly walked to his quarters. I instinctively ran after him. I approached his door to his room. And softly knocked on.

“Bucky..” I called apon him softly. There was no answer. I decided to push down on the handle, I wander into Bucky bedroom. It was dark and messy.

“Bucky?” I gently called out to him.

My eyes wandered throughout his room, until I saw his balcony doors were open, the curtains were softly blowing towards me, almost leading me onto the rail. I gulped hardly, I felt sick to my stomach, wandering what i could find. Hopefully an alive Bucky I thought.

As I got closer I saw a silhouette of a figure sat down. I breathed out a sigh of relief. I got closer to Bucky, Bucky didn’t even looked over to see who it was, he was curled up, leaning against the railing. A shiver went down my spine. I decided to sit down with him I sat the other side. Not once did he look at me, to which I found bizarre. I saw his Adam’s Apple bob up and down. He looked so tired…

I spoke up.

“I understand if you don’t want to talk. But I won’t be leaving you like this. We can just sit here in silence if that’s what you want. But just know that I’m here for you.” I placed a hand on his knee to let him know that I am actually here. I saw Buckys jaw clenched and his eyes quickly glance at me then to the hand on the knee.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes looking down. It looked like Bucky was having an internal conflict

“I can’t cope anymore.” I sat there in silence waiting for him to say more

“I hear there screams…there screams. The ones that I killed” his voice broke a little.

“There cries for me to stop, to have mercy on them. . They haunt me. Every goddamn face is attached to me in my dreams. There’s not one moment of peace where I get to just take a breath, without the reminder that I’ve killed someone.”

I nodded gently, still listening.

“I am….bearly…hanging on and nobody can see how much pain I am in.” The tears in his eyes began to fill, as his voice cracks.

“I just can’t do it…anymore.” Bucky broke down, his breathing became unsteady, as tears streamed down his face his chest rised up and down quickly, as I could hear him struggle to keep calm. I slowly moved myself closer to bucky. I cupped his hands, and brought them forward so he looks at me.

“James. Breathe.” My gaze was soft I looked him in his eyes, and took a breath, held it, and let it go.

He repeated the action. Slowly he began breathing more steadily.

“What was that?” Bucky asked, he averted eye contact.

“It was a panic attack.” I responded.

“Bucky look at me. You need to understand that you didn’t have a choice in becoming the winter soldier. What you did…it wasn’t your fault, You hear me?. You fought back for as long as you could. You did your best. You tried, and that’s all anyone could ask for.” My words were firm but reassuring. I saw buckys body somewhat relax, however I could tell he was still on guard.

“Can I hug you?” I asked, he looks like he could use one. Bucky slightly nodded.

I moved myself next to Bucky, I held my arms open. He moved in slowly, I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a tight squeeze. He let go first and instead rested his head on my shoulder.

“Your not alone James, you’ll always have someone in your corner even if you don’t think you do”

“Mhm” he responded, I looked over and saw that Bucky was drifting off, his eyes looked so heavy, he looked like he could just collapse at anytime.

“Come on buck. Let’s go to bed” I slowly began to stand up. I grabbed Buckys arm and hinted at him to stand up too. He reluctantly got up. I led him to his bed. To which he shook him head and said:

“No. I don’t sleep there.” He pointed at the floor I saw a thin cushion, and a blanket filled with holes. I turned around to him.

“I understand however, just for the rest of the morning sleep on the bed please” I compromised with him, hoping that it would get him to understand that sleeping on the bed for one night wouldn’t hurt him. He nodded. I pulled back the black duvet, Bucky sat down on the bed, and eventually laid down, I saw he had shoes and a jacket on so I took them both off, too make him slightly more comfortable. I placed the duvet over him, and moved the hair out of his face.

“Goodnight” I smiled.

“Wait. Could you stay here until I atleast fall asleep ? I would feel better if I had someone in the room…” he looked a tad guilty.

“Sure” I smiled. I went over the the cabinets and picked out a soft blanket. And made myself comfy on the small chair he had in the corner.

Eventually quiet snores could be heard from Bucky. I felt like I could take a breath. I felt tired as well, so I decided to take a nap..

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[joey-marvel14]

That dreadful day…

Pietro maximoff x civilian reader

Authors note: HELLO! It’s been a very long time, this is a pietro x reader fanfic since I don’t see much of him, he’s very underrated. So I hope you enjoy this!!

Summary: pietro and youself, have an argument over his safety when he joins the avengers, unfortunately that was the last conversation you had with him before that dreadful day.

Warning: angst, swear words, mentions of death/funeral

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“Jesus fucking Christ Draga!” Pietro swears in frustration.

Pietro was usually a calm, cool, and collected person with gentle reassuring words but today. The day he was going to fight ultron he lost his temper. All day I had an uneasy feeling settling in my stomach, like the other half of me was already dead..

I was silent, and simply stared at him blankly.

“What do you want me to do?! Sit back and watch ultron destory the planet, not even help other people!?!” Pietro put his hands on his head and began to pace up and down the locker room.

“No I’m asking you not to kill yourself Pietro! This mission is practically suicide. God why don’t you listen to me?!” I snapped at him with tears slowly forming. I shook my head at him, I took a breath and lowered my shakey voice and grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest.

“Look, I have a bad feeling about this, I can’t force you to not do this mission with the avengers, but you will risk everything, why can’t you see that?”

I took another shakey breath.

“Well draga, eventually you’ll loose me.” Pietro replied in a monotone voice. His eyes held no emotion.

“What do you mean by that?” I questioned but Pietro just stared at me, he grabbed my hand softly and took it off his hand, he began walking to the door, until my voice sprung.

“For what it’s worth, I love you Pietro, good luck..”

Pietro stood still for what seemed like an eternity, until he left.

I stood in the empty silence, holding back tears. I forced myself to move and look for safety.

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It’s been 2 hours since that arguement happened

I’ve been sat in these pods for a couple of hours, each minute goes by and my anxiety increases I hope that this mission will be over soon, so I can see pietro and I can apologise for snapping at him and we can go anywhere we want. My thoughts ran wild, I bounced my leg until the people around me started gasping and loudly whispering I looked around and then up. I swear I just heard my heart shatter into tiny pieces. No no no no no. I started running towards Barton hoping that wasn’t pietro in Barton’s arms, I pushed people out of the way, to which they swore and gasped calling me rude but I didn’t care, I need to make sure that wasn’t Pietro.

A small group of people crowed around Clint.

“Excuse me, get out of the way” I exclaimed. I reached the front of the crowd, I stood still, the explosions became muffled as I could hear only my breath and my heart beating fast. My legs gave in, I dropped down to my knees.

No no no no this wasn’t meant to happen I thought.

“Pietro..” I crawled towards his limp and lifeless body, I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest. I checked his pulse for any signs of life. But nothing. Tears began to form, as I softly grabbed his shoulders and shifted his body onto my lap, I hugged his body and tried to cry quietly, but I couldn’t help it. The pain in my chest was unbearable, it felt like a thousand knifes stabbing my heart all at once, the pain, the heartbreak, the grief is already so much, overpowering even. I realised his eyes was still open, I gently shut them, when Clint spoke.

“I’m sorry for your loss” I stared at him.

“You have no idea what loss it.” I gritted my teeth.

[joey-marvel14]

Accident..

Bucky barnes x Reader

HELLOOOOOOOO, it’s been a long time. I hope you enjoy this Bucky Barnes senario. Have fun!

Summary: You go to the training area and find Bucky, after some convincing Bucky decided to train and brush up on some skills, however Bucky’s winter soldier instincts kick in and he accidentally hurts you.

Warning: slight gore, and talk of injury

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Y/N POV

It was a normal chaotic Friday. Everything and everyone in sight was busy and rushing around the place, getting paper work done, making phone calls, creating new and improved weapons to use in missions. You see Fridays were what Stark calls it “reset day” it’s where everyone gets everything done and dusted so they can go home without worrying about anything, of course that’s not always guaranteed for the avengers.

Boredom struck me. There was nothing to do.

I wandered around the avenger tower, looking for something to do. But everyone was too engulfed in doing something or told me that they don’t need my help.

As I was walking around I went passed the training area for the avengers, this is where they test there athletic ability or in some cases powers. I looked through the massive window to see if anyone was around, my eyes searched around the room when a tall and large figure caught my eye.

I saw Bucky Barnes, he was training, fighting. Maybe letting off steam? I watched his movements on the punching bag, his swings were intricate, precise, and well calculated. He knew what he was doing and how to do it. I watched his vibranium arm hold back with his overpowered strength, however in contrast his usual normal arm, punch the bag unmercilessly. His stance was defensive and his feet were well stuck to the ground. It was interesting the way he fought. I stared mindlessly at him, admiring his methods of attacks, until Bucky stopped mid punch and stared right back at me, his eyes were almost monotone, his eye bags under his eyes were obvious, I felt a sense of pity. I gulped as I felt the stare burn into my face.

I decided to enter the room with somewhat bravery.

“Hi, sorry I didn’t mean to stare I thought your fighting skills were impressive”. I spoke out, Bucky replied with a grunt and then grabbed his bottle of water and took a swig. The room was filled with awkward silence, until I thought of an idea.

“Could you show me some of the way you train or fight?” Buckys eyes turned back at me, he looked me up and down almost analysing me. I felt naked.

“No.” He replied. My face dropped a bit.

“Why not? We don’t even have to talk to eachother, all you have to do is point.” Bucky put his water bottle down and sighed.

“Fine.” He said quietly.

I smiled hugely.

He strides over to me and uses his foot to move my feet so it’s shoulder width apart. He then grabs my forearm and raises them up to my head, he then used his hands to turn my hands into a fist.

“Watch.” He started off in the beginning position and he lunged forward and showed a simple combo move. He ended the move at an ending position. I repeated the movement. Thankfully he nodded in approval.

Bucky showed me different moves and strategies to balence out strength and flexibility on your feet. And how to make your weaknesses hidden within a fight. Eventually we started battling eachother. Blocking, attacking, defending. We found a flow within the moves we would make, i decided to step it up a notch, I thought about using a new move, I’ve been saving for a long time. As Bucky tried to punch me I turned to the left of the attack and squat down I took my leg out and knocked him off his feet, he fell onto the ground with a loud thud, he hit his head. Bucky didn’t get off the ground for a long time. I got really worried.

“Bucky?” I softly said, I approached him with caution. I bent down to the ground and slightly shook him. The silence in the room was loud and deafening. Suddenly without no hesitation his vibranium arm grabbed my neck, I flinched as I felt the tightness closing in. I started struggling for breath.

Shit.

“Bucky..” I gasped, he slowly got up off the ground and picked me off the floor. I struggled. Feeling the floor leave the soles of my feet. Adrenaline kicked in, I looked rapidly around the place. Until he threw me into the wall. I coughed feeling the pain. I quickly stood up, wincing at the excruciating injury in my back I had to steady myself. The winter soldier was quickly approaching me. I entered into a defensive position and relaxed my face despite my pain. The Winter soldier threw a punch, uppercut, and a leg movement at the same time and somehow I was able to dodge it. I ducked underneath his arms, and tried to run to the emergency button. However the winter soldier caught up to me and pushed me into the floor. I fumbled around until I felt the bars of the weights, I grabbed it and bashed it on the side of his temple, I did so again and again and again. Until he collapsed onto the floor.

I panted hard backing away from him, recollecting myself. I was relieved but still worried that the winter soldier was still activated. I held onto the bars of the weights just in case.

“Jarvis. Shut down the training room.” I softly said.

The walls of the training room closed down. I moved buckys body to sit up and wrapped around chains just in case. I held the bar close to me.

I heard pained grunting noises. I looked up and saw Bucky groan in pain, he lifted his head, blood dripped down his face.

“What happened…?” he asked, his voice was croaky.

“Who am I talking too? Which Bucky am I talking too?” I asked with pace and authority.

“I know steve rogers, he’s my best friend in 1940 and now.”

I nodded. I put the bar down and went towards him with caution.

“I’m not gonna unwrapped you yet, I need to sort out the injury” Bucky turned his head away in shame. I got up from the ground and quickly walked over to the first aid kit, I carried it and walked back over, I knelt down closer to him. I opened up the small box and took out the bandages and antibacterial wipes. I opened up the package softly.

“I’m going to clean up the blood. Okay?” I felt bad for Bucky, he looked completely defeated. Bucky nodded his head. I moved his hair out of his face and softly dabbed his cut. He surprisingly didn’t wince.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, not meeting eye contact.

“No. You didn’t.” He forced himself to look up at my neck. He scoffed.

“Then what’s that on your neck?” I could tell he was annoyed. Annoyed at himself or Me? I said nothing and continued dabbing at the injury. I couldn’t handle his sad expression.

“It wasn’t your fault, I forgive you.” I smiled warmly

“Well you shouldn’t.” He barked back.

“Bucky. It was not your fault. You can’t control what made you like this. It was HYDRA not you. Stop blaming yourself” I said his a firm but comforting tone.

“What do you know about it?” He replied.

“I know enough. Your a good person, who got manipulated by the wrong people at the wrong time. Being the winter soldier does not define you as an individual person.” I finshed cleaning up the wound, I put a small bandage on the side of his head. I turned his head so he was forced to look at me, bucky tensed up.

“I won’t tell anyone about this.” I nodded in reassurance. I stood up, and began to unwrap the chains around him.

“Jarvis, unlock the training room” the walls lifted. Bucky quickly got up and walked towards the door. He turned his head back

“Thank you.” He said, his tone was more sincere. I nodded and smiled at him.

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Author: HIIIII THANK YOU FOR READING :)