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[luckysockpuppets]

The truth to happiness

Bucky x reader part two

Sorry for the extremely, extremely late update! I had a crazy mental health crisis that got me on anti depressants, but I'm off cold turkey and ready for more of this story!! I hope you enjoy 🧞‍♀️

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The dimly lit light bulb creeked as It gently spun around with the attached rope on the ceiling. As well as the rhythmic sound of water dripping from a pipe somewhere near, almost lolled your already drooping eyes to sleep. If it wasn't for a cold bucket of water splashing into your sensitive skin you would have gladly slept more. A groan escapes your mouth when you realize whats happening. You look around, and quickly notice a dark figure lurking in the shadows.

"Rumlow." You growl, and try to fight against the chains that hold you down. You had just noticed you were sitting down with you hands above your head, shackled to the wall.

"You bitch! I thought you were dead!" You bark at him. The chains cackle with your movements, almost mocking your current predicament.

The sound of rumlows chuckles bounce off the walls of the tiny cell. He slowly walks over to you, and harshly grasps your jaw. His fingers roughly pet your cheek like your some kind of animal.

All you can do is stare at him. Fear drips from your body as you hear him begin to speak.

"You know, we've been trying to find the right time to get you back. Watched through the security cameras as your little captain America left." He tucks a strand of hair sticking out behind your ear. He scans your body with a predatory grin. "Only took us two hours to round up enough troops to go get you back."

All you can muster is a half assed glare, before spitting directly on his face. He wipes the spit off on his face, and gives you a chuckle.

"Guess we have to remind you who's in charge here." He gleams.

With that, he pulls out a knife from his tatical suit, and presses it against your collar bone. All your able to do it stream your lungs out as Rumlow molds your body into in the knife.

* * *

"Okay. Yeah. I'll be there as soon as possible. Yup, I'll bring Bucky as well." Steve says through the phone to Natasha.

"please be here as soon as possible." Natasha pleaded desperately. She stared at the computer screen showcasing every S.H.E.I.L.D agent that is either injured or killed from the H.Y.D.R.A attack.

"On my way now. We'll find them." Is the last thing Natasha heard of Steve before he hung up the phone.

Natasha couldn't bare telling steve they took you. He lost you once, it should have never happened again.

For the hundredth time today, she look down at the computer screen to watch you getting taken. Natasha couldn't help but be proud at how you at least tried to fight back. Her smile was soon replaced with a frown as the video cut out. Leaving static in its wake.

With a long sigh, she heads to the safe house kitchen. No one felt safe in the avengers compound anymore, so they all agreed to split up into safe house. Bruce and Tony took one in Cuba. Clint and Sam took one in Austria. Wanda and vision took one in Kazakhstan. And now Natasha is waiting for Steve and Bucky to arrive in the one she picked in Finland.

The safe house is deserted in a forest, and covered in snow. It's no where near a vacation home, but it's good for staying low.

Natasha makes a third cup of coffee as she waits for the boys to arrive.

For hours she keeps herself busy. Trying to locate the missing video tape footage. Cleaning the safe house. Making food for when Steve and Bucky finally arrive, and setting up sleeping arrangements.

Bucky's the first to storm in. With a new metal appendage, and a utterly pissed off expression. Steve is next, hurrying in with a look of worry for bucky and especially you. Natasha can tell Steve was trying to calm down Bucky the whole ride to the safe house from his baggy eyes, and worried expression.

"How long has it been?!" Bucky spat, first to speak.

"Bucky, calm down!" Steve tries to reassure him.

"I said when!?" Bucky growls, glancing at Steve, then glaring daggers into Natasha.

"It's been six hours roughly." Natasha states. standing her ground, and acting as nonchalant as she possibly can in this situation. "Tony has been trying to get the video footage, and will send me your siblings location if he finds it."

"That's not good enough." Bucky retorts.

"There has to be another way to try and find them! We can't just be sitting ducks. Who knows what Rumlow's already done to them!" Steve ushers in.

"Well, that's all we can do for now." Natasha didn't know what else to say to the raging super soldier's.

"Here. I'll show you what I've got so far. It isn't much, but it's something." Natasha leads them to the computer.

They spend the next few hours trying to piece together as much information as they possibly can.

* * *

Your lungs cough up a storm as Rumlow hits you again in the ribs. You can tell it knocked the wind out of you, but you don't let that effect you.

"That all you g-got?" You grunted out, wheezing for air.

Blood fell out of your mouth as you uttered those words. You can feel every bone in you body ache. You couldn't even comprehend how long it's been, but you assume at least a couple hours. You knew he was trying to break you down into something that was obedient, and moldable. Guess you hung around Steve for too long, because that's the last thing you will be even if it killed you.

The question falls on dead ears as another punch is directed towards your jaw. You manage a blood smile as you see him grabbing tweezers from the metal tray, that he had to get once he realized you weren't backing down.

"Just don't know when to shut up, do you?" He chirped.

Your smile was quick replaced with a pained scream as he yanks your right thumb nail with the tweezers, pulling it right off.

He grabs your jaw, and yanks it forward. All you can do is gasp. He looks down at your jaw, and smirks when he notices it's most likely broken.

He shoves your head back down, and goes back to the tray. He comes back with a mask that looks like what your brother was forced to wear.

"Hope your big mouth was worth it." He gleams.

Rumlow crouches down next to you. And without much of a warning, harshly ties the mask around you. You quickly realize there's small blades all around the edges of the mask. The blades start to nestle its way into your skin, and blood trickles down your cheeks.

With a smirk, rumlow gets up, and walks out the cell with the metal tray. Leaving you alone In the dark, cold cell.

Once you heard the lock click in place, you signed in releaf. Everything aches, but you finally have time to thing. Your eyes close as your mind drifts to your brother. He'll be so fucking pissed when he finds out you were too weak to fight back, You think to yourself.

You knew your injuries were bad. Multiple broken ribs. Your left leg was broken, same with the left arm. He slashed you with the knife in every single body part at least four times. But you knew the team was looking for you, all you had to do was hold on a little longer.

Your eyes dart around the room, and notice rats running around your limp body. Staying awake was pointless, as you slowly fall asleep in your own pool of blood.

* * *

"You know what we should do!" Your little giggle lights up the small cell.

Even though Bucky is beyond exhausted from all the training he had today, he still musters a shallow smile. His hand moves to gently brush your hair out of your eyes. which reveals a deep gash on your little forehead. The chains holding down his metal arm rattle at the movement, but neither of you seemed to care.

"And what is that doll?" He murmurs with love in his eyes.

"We can play pirates!" You excitedly holler.

Bucky weakly chuckles. "I don't think I'll be able to play with you."

A pout forms on your face, "but you said you would! You said it was my special day today!" You whine. Not understanding the gravity of the situation.

"I know, I know. But your a big kid now remember? Seven year olds don't cry anymore." He gently rubs your cheek with his non-metal hand.

You wanted to respond more, but the cell door swings open to reveal rumlow with his signature devilish grin.

Your whines dont go unnoticed, as you cling to bucky. Both of you tense, but Bucky stays as calm as possible.

"There's my princess!" Rumlow growls, and yanks you off Bucky.

"Don't you fucking touch them! Their just a kid!" He hisses, and tries to fight against his chains.

Rumlow chuckles loudly, and drags you out of the cell. All Bucky can hear are your cries for him.

Soon, your small screams are heard echoing through the halls. Haunting his eardrums but

It soon fades into nothing.

* * *

Bucky jolts awake. The dream still too fresh in his mind. He looks around, and huffs as he notices were he is. Natasha and Steve are still fast asleep in their sleeping bags just a couple feet away from him. They all had argued on who would have the only room. After a long argument none of them took it, and they all slept on the floor in the living room.

Bucky slowly unzips his sleeping bad. Trying not to make too much noise, and heads to the kitchen. Food from last night is still scattered around the counter tops, so he helps himself to a plate.

Bucky couldn't even make it to the dinning table before he heard a voice. "Couldn't sleep?" Steve's voice rings out from the hallway.

All Bucky mustered was a shake of the head.

Steve takes that as a sign to walk towards him, and firmly place a hand in his shoulder. "We'll find them buck. we've done it before. We'll do it again." Bucky could tell Steve didn't even know if he believed that himself.

Nothing comforting came from that sentence for bucky, but he still manages a nod. "Damn right we will." He growls back.

Soon after that the emergency Becker is activated.

"Location found." Is all it states, with the coordinates to what looks to be in Russia. They sigh in relief as they realize Tony sent it.

Bucky puts his tactical gear on, and Steve goes to wake up Natasha. With in fifteen minutes, all three of them are boarded into the jet on there way to Petersburg, Russia.

* * *

Your eyes weakly flutter open to the sound of blaring alarm. If you weren't in so much pain you would have laughed at the déjà vu. You manage to lift your head up, but it falls back down as the small blades in the mask nuzzle up deeper into your skin. All you can do is listen to what seem like fighting in the hallways, and hope for this to all be over soon.

Almost as if your prays have been heard, your door is kicked down with a loud bang. You weakly sigh, assuming Rumlow is back to try and break you again.

"Oh, my poor babydoll..." The sound of that voice makes your ears quirk up.

Urgent footsteps are heard coming towards you, and before you know it gentle hands lift up your head.

Your eyes are too unfocused to notice who it is at first.

"Found them. Badly injured. will need medic." You notice the person you have registered as a man is speaking into his comm. Your eyes slowly focus to see bucky crouched down in front of you. You can barely registered him take the mask off, before your eyes start to droop.

"Hey, hey doll. Can you keep those beautiful eyes open for me baby?" He mumbles, and gently moves some hair that was covering your eyes. He looks down at your battered body. It was a shock your even still conscious enough to keep your eyes open.

His voice was so soft and gentle it was hard to resist his murmurs. You struggle to keep your eyes open, but you enviable do so.

Bucky returns your efforts with a smile, and unhooking your wrists from the chains above your head. The left broken arm dangles at your side, as he gently picks you up. He carries you bridal style through the war filled halls. But Your eyes start to droop again without your consent.

"Stay awake doll." He voice sounds like it's underwater as he rushes you to the jet.

You try to listen to his words, but your body was starting to shut down whether you liked it or not. You get one good look at his face before your eyes close without your consent.

* * *

It's so silent a measley breath can be heard. Steve and Natasha watch as Bucky finishes wrapping your wounds. The ride from the jet, back to the safe house was filled with uncertainty, and horror.

"She's a fighter." Natasha finally murmurs, as Bucky gently tucks your unconscious body into the warm blanket.

No other word was uttered after that. Natasha helps Bucky clean up the bloody gauze, and Steve leaves the house for a smoke break.

After about ten minutes Bucky notices Steve left, and goes to find him. He sighs as he watches Steve smoke In the back of the house. Once he steps outside, Bucky's feet crackle in the snow filled ground.

"Didn't know the captain America smoked?" Bucky inquiries.

Steve looks up when he hears bucky. "The kids got me back on them." He mumbles a little sheepishly.

Bucky's brows furrow, "Their smoking?! I left them for three months in your care, and they started smoking!"

Steve cringes as buckys words. He cards his fingers through his hair, and leans heavily against the wall. "Trust me, I tried to get them off it. Never worked."

Bucky scoffed, and took the cigarette from Steve's hand. "First, and last warning. No smoking." He barks, and throws the cigarette into the snowy ground.

Steve stares at him, as Bucky storms back inside.

Once inside, Bucky makes it back to you, and sits down on a chair he had set up when they first got you here. Bucky gently brushed his finger tips against your bruised cheek, and lets out a sigh.

"I'm so sorry. I should have saved you sooner." He whispers with desperation in his voice.

[luckysockpuppets]

The truth to happiness

Part 1

Words: 3,299

TW: drug use. gore, and descriptions of torture.

Summary: after escaping H.Y.D.R.A with Bucky, you are taken into the care of Steve Rogers as your brother Bucky is getting help in wakanda. But what happens when Steve leaves to visit your brother, and H.Y.D.R.A decides to come back for you?

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Faking happy was Steve's real super power. He'd put on that big, brighter than the sun smile and nobody would question it for a second. Not even a glint of inner turmoil in his eyes. He could go an entire month long mission and not one complaint would leave his mouth, even if he was past exhausted. You knew it was rough for him but you didn't push him to talk. You trusted him to let you in when he was ready.

That was, until you came home to him laying on the floor in the fetal position. He wasn't sobbing or shaking, you wouldn't have known he was even crying if it weren't for his tear streaked cheeks. He was practically despondent, he barely blinked when you shut the door.

"Hey, sweetheart." He breathes out. It's shaky, but it's something.

You sigh and crouch down next to him, sitting criss cross.

"Bucky called. Said he's doing good." You mumble, and wipe away his tears.

Bucky is your older brother, and went to wakanda to get the programing out of his Brain. Steve promised to take care of you while he's gone, but it's more like you're taking care of him. You don't mind it, but sometimes you wish you had your brother with you. The two of you have gone through hell and back together. He was the boulder you leaned on when you needed extra help. But right now you knew he was better off without you. All you did was remind him of a time he wants to forget.

Bucky's words gave him some relief, but he only nodded softly. He appreciated the comforting gesture of wiping away his tears.

"That's good." Steve sighed. He rolled onto his side to face you properly, then reached out and gently wrapped his hand around yours. He pulled your hand over his chest, right above his heart. The poor man was stressed beyond belief.

"Hey, c-can we talk about something?" Steve managed to choke out. He was still clinging onto your hand as if letting go would break him. Something was clearly bothering him but he didn't want to just unload without warning. Not to mention, he wanted to make sure it wouldn't upset you as well.

You nod silently.

Steve is quiet for a moment, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as if trying to collect his thoughts. There's a faint tremble in his voice as he speaks.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm losing myself. I don't feel like me anymore. I don't know who me is, I don't know where my place in this time is. Everyone expects me to be the same Captain America. I can't be that, I can't handle it. Being Captain America is starting to feel like putting on a mask I don't want to wear anymore. I'm tired, tired of being the hero."

You sigh and look away.

"Maybe you should take a break?" You whisper.

"I can't, sweetheart.." Steve murmurs sadly. The man's body was still tensing and untensing with every breath, his heart beating fast under your palm.

"It's my job, I'm supposed to be the Captain America. The symbol of hope and justice. I'm supposed to keep everyone safe.. I'm supposed to be strong"

"your not the only avenger. They can take care of the world while your gone. maybe you can even visit my brother."

You didn't include yourself in visiting Bucky. You never believed he wanted to see you. All you do is remind him of that time.

"I could.." Steve seemed reluctant to agree with you. The idea of taking time off was scary to him, the idea of leaving his shield in someone else's hands made him feel uneasy. But he knew you were right, it was just hard. Hard for him to believe he deserved a break, after all, the world would always need protecting.

He sighed and looked over to you again.

"You'd come, right..?"

You sigh and look down at your lap. "You know I can't. Bucky probably doesn't want to see me. He'll get reminded of things he would rather forget. Besides you deserve to be alone without anyone bothering you, or having to be taken care of."

Steve was immediately shaking his head in disagreement.

"I don't wanna go without you." He admitted quickly. You may have convinced him to take a break, but he couldn't do it without you.

"Buck wouldn't mind you being around, you're not a reminder of Hydra to him. You're his sibling. Not everything in your life is defined by what happened back then. Bucky doesn't blame you and neither should you."

Sometimes Steve forgets that you were taken by hydra at five, and was raised there. It effects you, and will for the rest of your life. bucky was lucky enough to get powers, but you got nothing but a fast metabolism. Just a failed experiment.

Steve could see the weight of your past in your eyes. It was clear that you carried the pain and scars with you, and sometimes he forgot the full extent of what you had lived through. He reaches out and cups your cheek tenderly, his thumb gently stroking your skin.

You gently remove his hand from your face. As much as you wanted the physical affection, you couldn't let it effect you right now.

You huff, "go pack a bag, and get yourself on a flight. I don't expect you back for at least a month, got it?" He can hear the authority in your voice.

Steve hesitates for a minute, but then nods. Your words seem harsh but he knows deep down they come from a place of love and concern. You weren't telling him to go away because you wanted to him off of your hands, which he was grateful for. He sighs and rolls onto his back before sitting up.

"Only on one condition."

You pause and look at him.

"You take care of yourself while I'm gone. And I mean it. No staying up all night when you don't need to, eating properly and getting some rest. You know the stuff I like to remind you about. Can you promise me?"

You sigh. "Fine." You knew that wasn't a promise you could keep.

Steve knew that you couldn't keep that promise and it's clear in his expression. He sighs softly, but he reaches to give your shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

"I'll hold you to that, young lady.." He murmured, his tone teasing, "You be in bed by ten pm and don't stay up all night eating icecream when I'm gone."

You roll my eyes, and get off the floor. Watching as his arm falls from my shoulder to the carpeted floor. You leave his room, letting him have some privacy to pack a bag or two.

Steve couldn't help but chuckle softly as you rolled your eyes. But he still felt a quirk of sadness delve Into his blue eyes at your lack of affection. He got up as well, groaning as his joints cracked with the movement. When you left the room, he sighed softly and looked around for something to pack his clothes into. He went for a simple duffle bag, big enough to carry his essentials.

After packing, he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up a bit. Once he was ready, he walked out of his room and made his way into the living room to find you.

Once he couldn't find you in the living room he decided to check your room. A sigh escapes his lips when he realizes were you had gone. The only place you can truly think clearly, the roof.

cigarette smoke flows softly in the air. So are your clothes that are moving breathlessly in the calm wind.

Steve couldn't help but scowl as he noticed the cigarette in your hands. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I thought you quit."

You sigh, and look out into the starry night sky.

"Guess a old dog really can't learn new tricks." You mumble into the cold air.

Steve sighs as well, joining you out on the rooftop and taking a seat beside you. His eyes are focused on the sky above, admiring the beautiful starry night while he tries not to focus on the burning cancer stick in your fingers.

"You never really wanted to quit, did you?"

You shake my head, and offer him the cigarette.

Steve turns his gaze from the sky to the offered cigarette. He's silent for a minute, staring at it with some hesitation before sighing and taking it.

He brings it to his lips and takes a drag, holding it there for a second before letting it out. It's been a long time, years since he last smoked one.

A small smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth as you watch him take a hit.

As Steve hands the cigarette back to you, he catches sight of your smirk. He raises an eyebrow at you and chuckles faintly.

"What's that face for, darlin'? That wasn't as dramatic as you expected, was it? Just a man who knows how to take a drag from time to time."

You shake your head and chuckle, "Just didn't expect captain america himself to smoke." It was now your turn to take a long drag on the cigarette.

Steve rolls his eyes, though there's no real heat or annoyance in it. Your words seem to amuse him more than anything.

"Captain America isn't a perfect saint. I've done lots of bad things," He pauses, "But, don't tell anyone I still smoke the occasional cigarette. They'll make magazines about it for months, saying that they've caught Captain America with his guards down on the avengers rooftop at one am."

Your smirk falters as you thing about his trip. "Still going to wakanda?" The muttered, sentence escapes your lips.

Steve's shoulders tense at your words. "Yeah. He'll be disappointed I didn't bring you with me." He chirps back, and look down at you.

You look down at your lap, "when are you flying out?" you mumble, changing the subject.

Steve glances at his watch, noting the time.

"The jets are available for a little after six am. I still have a little more time left to pack and sleep some. It's not much time." He admitted, his shoulders sinking a little.

You quickly take another puff when you feel yourself getting nervous. "How long?" He knew you were asking how long he'll be gone for.

"A month." Steve answered quickly, knowing exactly what you were asking. Though, a month could easily become months. There was no telling how long Steve would go without feeling like he needed to return to a sense of normalcy.

"If it.. becomes longer than a month, I'll let you know." He assured you.

You push the now depleting cigarette into the concrete rooftop, and light another. "I... Hope you find peace." You mumble, taking a long drag of the cigarette. "Maybe you'll find mine while your gone?"

Steve's expression softens a bit and a small smile tugs at his lips at your comment. He nudges you gently in a teasing manner.

"I don't need to go halfway around the world to find peace.. I've got it right here with you."

You smirk, "we both know thats a lie. I don't think you'll be wanting to take care of someone else's kid your whole life. You must have dreams. Maybe a nice house in the suburbs, and laying low with a new family?"

Steve's brows furrow in an expression of confusion, as if your words don't make any sense to him. He scoffs, shaking his head in disagreement.

"That's nonsense, sweetheart. Being with you is nothing like taking care of a kid. Having a little home with a picket fence is a nice dream and all, but you're my family. I'd never, ever trade you for anything else."

You sigh once more, and take another long drag of the cigarette to calm your nerves.

"I've seen the looks you give Sharon. You too would look good together."

This catches Steve off-guard, he sits up straighter and turns to you. His brow is furrowed, but it's clearly confusion instead of frustration.

"What? I don't- I don't see sharon like that." He denied, feeling like he's being accused of some unspoken betrayal.

"We're friends. That's it. She's like a sister to me, you can hardly compare that to our relationship."

You smirk as you notice a bit of blush forming on his cheeks. But you couldn't quite tell if it's from the breeze or not.

"Don't act like I don't see you two sneaking off together during Tony's party's." You state matter of factly.

Steve can feel the flush in his cheeks deepening and his lips twist into the hint of a frown. He doesn't deny it immediately, but when he does, he sounds a lot more defensive than usual.

"We weren't "Sneaking off". We were-" His tongue freezes over the next words, as if he's not even sure if he's gonna make the conversation worse, or not.

"We weren't doing anything! We just.. were having some private conversations, talking about stuff. Stuff that you shouldn't eavesdrop on."

You roll your eyes at him. As you do so, a small gust of wind gently extinguishes my cigarette. You mutter curses under your breath, and grab the lighter off ground. You struggle to light it up. Fingers stiffen in the cold nights air, but you try not to show it.

Steve watches as you try to relight your cigarette with the lighter, struggling. He's quiet for a minute, watching you in a mixture of concern and frustration.

"Here." He murmurs, taking the lighter from you and expertly flicking it to start a flame. He holds it up for you, waiting for you to bring the cigarette to it.

You grab the cigarette, and puff it a couple times. letting the smoke sit in my mouth for a couple seconds, before exhaling. "You should probably get some sleep. You'll have to wake up early."

Steve sighs softly, his eyes wandering from your face to the cigarette between your fingers. He wanted to tell you to not chain-smoke, or ask you to not stay up all night when he was gone. But he knew it was pointless. So, he didn't say anything.

"Maybe. Yeah." Steve agreed, nodding. The exhaustion wasn't as apparent in his physical form, but he could feel himself becoming more and more tired mentally.

Steve rubs his eyes with the palm of his hand, sighing before standing up and stretching. It took a lot more effort to do so than it used to.

"I'll come say goodbye before I leave in the morning. Don't stay up all night."

You nod, "I'll be here if you need me."

"Don't stay up all night," Steve repeats slowly, giving you a pointed look that lets you know he means it.

"And don't just spend all day alone watching movies again." He added, sounding like a slightly concerned father.

You roll your eyes, "alright dad."

Steve scoffs and rolls his eyes in return. He reaches out to ruffle your hair a little, a subtle and affectionate gesture.

"Don't be an ass." He playfully mutters.

Steve stands up, stretching a little to get rid of some of the tension in his muscles before moving towards the door leading back into the compound.

"Night, sweetheart."

"good night dad." You mumble the last part more for yourself than to Steve.

Steve chuckles and with that leaves the rooftop, closing the door behind him. He sighs as he makes his way towards his own room, taking a quick stop by the bathroom to clean himself up a bit.

It doesn't take him long before he gets ready for bed and settles into his sheets, drifting off to sleep quickly.

You remain on the balcony all night. By eight am you had already finished the whole pack of cigarettes. You listen to the chirping sound of birds, and sigh when you realize steve would have already boarded his plane by now. Guess he forgot to say goodbye. You think to myself.

You slowly get up off the rooftop, and walk through the halls to your room. You take your precious time getting dressed, and ready for the day. You knew you needed to walk to the drug store to grab yourself some more cigarettes. usual the employees wouldn't even allow you in the store, but Tony pulled a few strings. All you had to do was convince him H.Y.D.R.A gave you a fast enough metabolism, that gets you to stay away from cancer. Even though you don't even know if that's fully true.

As you walk around the halls of the compound you notice it's a lot more deserted than it usually is. Even in missions, S.H.E.I.L.D agents are usually roaming the halls.

You notice a few S.H.E.I.L.D agents running down the halls. You manage to stop one that was running past you. The look of fear on Ivan's face (which you noticed his name tag said) didn't go unnoticed.

"What's going on? What happened?" You ask. concern etched in your voice.

"H.Y.D.R.A!" Was all he squeaked out as he began to run down the halls again.

Hydra. It can't be. Their gone? This has to be some sort of mistake.

Your stiff legs somehow make it all the way to the conference room. You barely process Nat, Tony, and Fury all talking to each other before you legs give out. you could tell you're having a full on panic attack before your head even hit the oldly cold flooring. Your vision goes blurry, and your hearing becomes staticky.

The feeling of arms wrapping around you is barely registered in this condition, and even less so is the feeling of being cared out of the room.

Your eyes slowly open to the sound of an alarm blaring Into your sensitive ears. You look around to notice your tucked into your bed. Without thinking too much about it you slowly get up and hesitantly walk out your bedroom door to see what's happening.

Your senses are immediately bumbarded as you see S.H.E.I.L.D agents rushing past you. The horror on your face is unreplacable as you notice body's laying lifelessly on the ground below you.

You quickly start to sprint through the halls, trying to find a way out of this hell hole. Memories of H.Y.D.R.A Start to resurface, but your able to shove it back down as best you can. As you continue to run you sense the feeling of being watched. Your body turns around quicker than you thought even possible, but what you saw made you want to regurgitate the cigarettes you had earlier that night.

"Miss me kiddo?" A disgustingly disfigured Rumlow proudly chanted.

You almost lost your balance as you stare at his burnt and scarred face.

"I-I killed you! I watched you die! Th-this isn't possible!" You yell back in tremors. You're voice didn't sound as confident as you would have liked.

Rumlow's lips twist into a grotesque, lousy smirk. "It's time to come home. To your real family kiddo. We know how to treat you right."

Before you could even process his words, H.Y.D.R.A agents start to corner you. The training Nat taught you starts to kick it, as you fight back against them. Nothing worked though, and before you knew It something sharp hit your neck. Causing you to black out in the matter of seconds. Before your heavy eyes closed, you saw Rumlow standing up tall in front of you.

"Sleep well princess." He spat gleefully.