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Roommate

This is my first fanfic on here so let me know how ya’ll like it!

Summary: You are Bucky’s new roommate after he had posted an ad in the newspaper. The super soldier hadn’t thought many people would contact him about the room available as nowadays most- if not everybody did everything online. He was right though; you had been the only one to respond in the two weeks that the ad was in the paper. But there is a reason you used a newspaper to find housing and a payphone to contact Bucky.

“Hey doll, how was your shift?” Bucky asks as you walk through the door coming home from your shift at the diner.

Initially you had been intimidated by James Buchanan Barnes or Bucky as he prefers to be called. With your recent history, you were weary of men in general but within ten minutes of being around Bucky, he made you feel comfortable and welcome and even safe in his presence. Three things you had lacked to feel in a long time. You moved in a couple of weeks ago so the two of you are still getting adjusted to the other for the most part, but it’s been easy going so far.

“Hey Bucky,” you give him a small smile as you close and lock the door. “Not bad, went quickly actually. I’m gonna shower and change, I can make dinner when I get out if you’d like?”

“Sure doll, if you tell me what to get ready, I can set everything out to help.”

“That’d be great,” you nod. “If you could pull out the chicken, bacon, spinach, and the heavy cream please?”

Bucky stands up and is quick to get to work, pulling out all the ingredients before frowning to himself. He’d like to offer you more help than just setting everything out so he walks down the hall to your bedroom and knocks gently, hoping you haven’t jumped in the shower yet as he can hear it running. You had just gathered your fresh change of clothes when you hear Bucky knock on the bedroom door, so you open it while tucking the clothes under your arm.

“S-sorry. I just wanted to know if I could do anything else to help?” Bucky’s asks shifting from foot to foot.

“You can chop up the bacon and cut the chicken into bite size pieces if you’d like,” you tell him. “And then in a pot start cooking the bacon on medium high heat.”

Bucky absorbs the information you give him, nodding and dunking away with a smile on his face making you laugh softly. You make your shower quick just in case he has any other questions. Going through the motions of your shower, you get out quickly to dry off and towel dry your hair before dressing in the cotton pajama shorts and t-shirt.

Bucky damn near drools when he sees you walking into the kitchen dressed in your little pair of shorts and simple shirt. He didn’t think you could get any more attractive- and since he hasn’t seen you dressed up aside from work… seeing you dressed so comfortably in front of him… well let’s just say it does things to him that makes his jeans uncomfortably tight.

“Are you okay?” you ask Bucky as you notice he hadn’t moved when you walked into the kitchen to see what all he’d gotten accomplished.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Fine,” he nods. “You?”

You let out a soft laugh as you nod as well while pulling out a second pot to fill with water for the penne noodles.

“Get to do anything exciting today?” you ask while placing the pot of water on the stove to boil, getting to work on finishing up the bacon before draining most of the grease into an empty coffee container and tossing in the chicken.

“Met Sam for breakfast, nothing exciting,” Bucky replies. “I think he’s gonna try to get me to socialize again,” he grumbles unenthusiastically.

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you. “It can’t be that bad.”

“I have enough friends,” Bucky tries to defend himself.

“Oh yeah?” you arch an eyebrow with a smile looking at him. “How many friends do you have?”

Seasoning the chicken well, you salt the water and wait for your roommates reply patiently. From the short time the two of you have been around the other, he’s told you about Sam and that’s it.

“Two! And that’s plenty enough for me,” he smiles smugly.

“Oh?” you say in a surprised manner. “Who is this second friend that I’ve heard nothing about?”

Bucky smiles wider at you as you continue cooking. “Oh, uh, well she is about this tall,” he raises his hand to measure your height before continuing, “same hair color and length as yours…”

You laugh and can’t even hide your smile. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Bucky nods. “Oh, did I mention the eye color?” you shake your head slightly in response. “Well, she’s got the same eye color as well. Ironically the two of you have the same name.”

“Huh,” you pretend to think, tapping your pointer finger on your chin. “Wonder if I know her.”

Bucky chuckles. “You’d know her if you saw her. She’s smart, beautiful, caring…”

“Sounds like she’s lucky to have a friend like you,” you tell him honestly while replacing the chicken with spinach to cook that down and seasoning that as well.

“The other way around actually,” he smiles while bumping you gently.

You feel your face redden with the compliment, keeping your face trained on your task for the time being with a smile. “How about we’re both lucky for arguments sake?”

“I can live with that.”

You’re not sure when you began to develop feelings for your very handsome roommate, but with living with him for two months now and spending all your free time with him… well it’s definitely taken its toll on your feelings. You haven’t had a crush of any sort since going on the run from your past. Honestly, you can’t afford to have a crush on anybody- much less your roommate.

“Here you are sir, is there anything else I can get for you?” you smile as you drop off your customers order of fresh hot pancakes and syrup.

The gentleman shakes his head with a tightlined smile. “No thanks.”

Nodding, you give him extra napkins just in case before walking away and tending to the other customers in the diner. The bell dings, signaling someone has walked in making you look up and smile to greet the customer.

“Hey there doll,” greets Bucky with Sam next to him smiling brightly with a head nod towards you.

“Hey guys! Dinning in or just a pit stop?” You question while pouring a cup of coffee for the older couple.

“Brunch today,” answers Sam, shoving Bucky out of the way. “This one has been hogging you so I figured this would be the place to see your lovely face.”

“Have not,” grumbles the super soldier.

“Pick a table guys,” you laugh with a shake of your head.

The older lady you had refilled the coffee for clears her throat gently so you look at her with a smile. “I’m sorry I kn- “

“No dear,” she smiles sweetly at you as she holds her hand up and motions you closer to her so you lean down. “He’s in love with you, you know.” You pause, not knowing what to say but she continues with, “The bigger guy in the gloves. I can see it in his eyes. You love him too, don’t you sugar?”

“He’s my roommate,” you say in a small breath. What did she mean she can see it in his eyes?

“Keep telling yourself that sugar,” she giggles and pats your hand gently.

By the time you make it to Sam and Bucky, you’re so deep in thought they give you a funny look when you actually take their order instead of placing their regular orders automatically. You bounce back when the older couple leave though and you shake it off with a grain of salt. Making your rounds again, this time with some checks, and to-go coffees, you notice the one man with pancakes staring hard at Bucky and yourself.

“Can I get you anything else?” you try to ask in your normal customer service voice with a smile.

“Just the check, thanks,” his voice is hard but you quickly take out his bill to slip it to him and as you go to take his empty plate and cup he grips your wrist tightly.

Your heart lurches into your throat, palms going sweaty instantly while panic rises too quickly for your liking and your eyes shoot to his shitty brown ones. “I’d appreciate it if you let me go,” you say softly as to not alert the two former Avengers across the diner.

“I was told to give you a message,” the customer says. “He’ll kill my family if I don’t do what he wanted, I- I’m sorry.”

You swallow thickly, understanding why this man was acting strangely the whole time he’s been here. Your past has finally come back to haunt you… to kill you. Nodding at the man you take a deep breath and slowly release it.

“What is the message?”

Luckily the man before you releases his hold on you, slowly standing up he reaches into his pocket to pull out his wallet and takes out cash for his bill while simultaneously pulling out a note as well.

“I don’t know what it says… but there’s a USB drive too,” he tells you.

Grabbing what he gives you, you shove it in your apron pocket. “Is he in the city?”

“I live an hour away.”

Still too close for your liking. “Did you know him before?”

The man shakes his head.

“I’m sorry,” your voice trembles with emotion.

Anybody who has the unfortunate luxury of crossing paths of John Walker tends to regret it sooner or later. What you didn’t realize was how much you would come to regret ever accepting the help of John and how much you would come to regret his courtship. The two of you met at a club- you had been trying to wrangle off the affections of an overly drunken man at the time, but he wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. John, while looking like a knight in shining armor was just a monster in disguise.

He had taken you to turn you into one of the many women you would soon find out that would be sold on the black market. But he kept you for himself after spending one night with you. After realizing how isolated and alone you actually were. You were easy to break and mold into what he wanted you to be.

“I said no, you jerk!” you shout at the obnoxious man, trying to shove him away.

“Oh, come on sexy, let’s go back to my place- “suddenly he is shoved to the side with a firm punch to the face by a tall handsome blonde man.

“I believe she told you ‘no’. Beat it!” the savior growls at the drunk.

You can’t help gawking at the man in front of you, where had he come from? Hell, where had he been all your life? Subconsciously you press your thighs together all the while your tongue darts out to moisten your bottom lip.

“Thanks for that,” you say crossing your arms. “He wouldn’t leave me alone, clearly,” you huff a laugh.

“You’re welcome,” he smiles brightly at you. “I’m John, by the way. John Walker.”

John Walker. You regret ever meeting him. But you don’t know that yet.

You can’t help your own smile and telling him your name, blushing when he tells you how beautiful sounding it sounds. The two of you leave the club that night together to go to a smaller bar- one where you would later find out he initially tried to drug you at before changing his mind.

The next few weeks were spent connected at the hip and not even thinking twice about when he just knew something that you hadn’t thought you told him. He showered you in expensive shopping trips- ones you tried to tell him wasn’t reasonable as he hadn’t known you for more than a couple days when he suggested it. Everything from manicure and pedicure to hair care, and a new wardrobe with shoes to match- if you so much so as looked at something John made you get it.

You knew John had a great paying job for him to have such luxury things for himself and for him to spend so much on someone like you without batting an eye, he really must’ve been well off. What you hadn’t known was what it was John did for work after his nine to five job. All you knew is he worked for a high-tech company and got paid more than well.

John had been acting funny after some strange man came over and made a comment about you walking around the kitchen freely. You hadn’t said anything as you quietly proceeded to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before turning around and walking right back out.

“Mine to do with as I please, yes?” you heard Johns reply as soon as you were out of the kitchen.

Later, after that man John had been meeting with left, you would confront your boyfriend of six months. Slowly his true colors have been unfolding right in front of you, but his damage has taken its toll on you already. You’re in too deep now as he had already isolated you from the handful of friends you had before. With no parents or siblings to check in on you, you were just a chess piece waiting to be moved into play.

Around eleven that night is when John decided to come to bed, all the while you were rehearsing what you were going to say to him. Leading up to this point, he hadn’t put his hands on you… up to this point, that would change.

“John...?” you ask hesitantly, nervously as you wrangle your hands in your lap as you sit up in bed on your side.

“What?” he harshly answers throwing his dress shirt into the hamper before stripping out of his slacks.

Already the tears threaten to disrupt your vision so you are quick to blink them away and biting your bottom lip. “I- I think we should take a break,” you say in a rushed breath. Even you were surprised you had managed to say it without the sentence coming out terribly butchered and/or run together.

The bedroom is eerily silent. As you look up however, you are met with John’s stone-cold face standing right in front of you and in a split second, just before he begins beating every inch of your body, you see pure rage take over his face. You don’t remember much from that night, it’s a blur after the fourth hit to be honest.

The next day, you wake up to an abundance of flowers along with a new jewelry set and a love note telling you sorry he overreacted and that he’d be seeing you for lunch on the terrace to talk things over. You rolled over like the dog he trained you to be. You ate right out of the palm of his hand just like the good girl he taught you to be. Things changed though. The beatings became more severe, words more abrasive, different men coming to the house like the one who made you begin to question John in the first place… John kept you under lock and key- never allowing you out of sight when those men would come, however he could care less whenever they weren’t around.

That’s exactly how you ended up with all the dirt on John Walker. The biggest most feared ringleader of human trafficking. His specialty being women of course. Video after video and document after document you went through and made two sets of copies of, keeping the originals for yourself and stashing one set while you mailed the other to a PO Box wherever you move to. Biding your time until you could make your move, you ended up waiting until he had to take a business trip for his actual job- or so he said two months later after compiling your plan together.

The night before he left you were a wreck, your nerves going into overdrive and your whole body feeling as if it could explode with how much anxiety that seemed to be exuding from you. That is exactly why you chose to do what you did next…

“John?” you say quietly, coming to stand just behind your… soon to be ex. Your heart is pounding in your chest, hands shaking as you try to decide where to place them.

“What is it?” while John’s voice isn’t harsh, you still flinch out of knee-jerk reaction anymore.

‘This is a dumb idea!’ You think to yourself as you get flashes of previous night’s here you had rejected this man of any sexual advances, they turned into worse fights than the last. John had turned around when you kept silent and was surprised to say the least when he saw you standing in such proximity to him. Narrowing his eyes at you, he tilts his head to try to figure you out.

You lick your dry lips as you watch him before mustering up the courage to make a simple request. A simple, DUMB request! “Make love to me,” you whisper.

That is the last night you let his body bring you pleasure, and you can’t even justify why you gave in that night when you put up a good fight all the other ones. That was the last time you slept next to John Walker, but it wouldn’t be the last you’d see of him.

The USB drive contained a short video of John Walker explaining what he would do that man’s family if you didn’t meet him in the club the two of you had met in Arizona. You had played it on your boss’s computer with his headphones in right after the man left. Right after you watched the video, you snuck out the back after telling your boss you had a family emergency to tend to. He let you go with no questions asked and helped out the other waitress with tables until someone came in to cover the last hour.

Meanwhile Sam and Bucky had been subtly checking for you after seeing you talk to the man earlier. You had served a couple other tables but hadn’t gotten back to your two friends- which was fine, but after fifteen minutes of not seeing you anywhere… even Sam had thought it to be odd. So, when your manager is the one to come with the bill and not his roommate, Bucky is ready to tear the city apart to look for you.

“What happened to our waitress?” Bucky questions as your boss walks up.

“Some type of family emergency,” the older man grumbles. “She’s never had to leave before like this so I’m covering.”

Bucky tosses cash on the table quickly, more than enough to cover their meal and tip and then some before bolting as quickly as possible out of the diner. Sam looks just as shocked for a moment before nodding at the man and running out of the diner after his friend.

“Yo, wait up!” Sam shouts after Bucky but he doesn’t listen. “What’s up? She had a fami- “

Bucky growls and comes to a stop in his run. “You don’t get it, Sam! She doesn’t have family!”

Sam frown, “Then why would she tell her boss that?”

“Run and talk Sam!” The two of you take off into a sprint. “When- when she had come here, it was under false pretenses. I sensed she was running from something,” Bucky shakes his head as you two reach the apartment building and hightail it up the flight of stairs.

“Well did she tell you?” Sam pants, running out of breath. Don’t get him wrong, Sam is very fit and in shape, but he is nothing compared to the super soldier next to him.

“Boyfriend. He must’ve found her and spooked her, she’s running,” Bucky damn near tramples down his apartment door.

Sam leans against the kitchen counter panting while Bucky is hardly breaking a sweat.

“Doll face?” Bucky hollers loud enough for you to hear had you been in your bedroom. “You home?”

Silence. Complete and utter silence.

Bucky doesn’t bother knocking on your door, he opens it to find some items missing and a note on her bed neatly placed with Bucky’s name on it.

‘Hey, Buckaroo,

I’m sorry to leave like this. The crazy ex I told you about found me, and I don’t have time to pack. Please don’t be mad at me, I know you said you could help but there is so much you don’t know. If I get somewhere safe, I’ll send you a post card and note with next months rent and grocery money.

XO’

Across the city, you walk through the Avengers tower in hopes to see someone you recognize from Bucky’s photos. Luckily you don’t have to look long nor do you have to go too far into the building before you see the tall red head you’d been hoping for. She’s even walking your way.

“Excuse me!” you shout slightly just before she is going to walk by you with another Avenger you don’t think you’ve seen before. “Hi, s- sorry,” you continue as the red head turns to look at you with a cocked eyebrow.

“Can I help you?” she asks.

“Uh- yes, hi,” you stammer, pulling out your baggy full of USB’s. “I- my- “

“Do you need a doctor?” she asks with a tilt of her head looking concerned as the man she had been walking with takes a step closer.

“Oh, hey you’re Bucky’s roommate,” he comments.

You nod. “Yes. I- I mean yes, I’m his roommate- was.” You shake your head with a deep sigh. “Your Natasha?”

“I am. Is Bucky okay?” Natasha asks suddenly concerned for her friend as you stand her so… weird.

“Yes, he is. Um. I- I know you don’t know me but, can you do me a favor?” finally the reason you’re here is thrown out as you shove the baggy of USBs into Natasha’s hands.

“What are these?” she frowns down at the baggy.

“Enough evidence to put away a lot of bad people for very mundane things in comparison to what you guys do,” you tell her honestly. “My time is running out and I need someone who can deal with this, who can upload everything and make sure it’s taken care of. You did it once before right?” you question, your eyes begging her. “Please?”

“We’ll look through it,” she tells you as you look at the time for the umpteenth time.

“If you see Bucky, tell him I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“You should get started on those,” you nod to the drives before turning around and sprinting out the building down half a block and hailing a cab.

The drive to the airport is nerve wracking, you wish you could go back home and watch a movie with Bucky while playing the card game ‘war’. The flight itself goes smoothly, there isn’t any delays and since you only have your small carry-on bag you make quick work on making it out of the airport and into the heat of Arizona.

While you had just left the Avengers Tower, Natasha got to work on the USB drives as quickly as she could get to her office upstairs. It had been Clint that was walking with Natasha and he’s the one who got a hold of Bucky before the two Avengers opened the first USB drive.

“Hey, Clint, I’m sorry I don’t have time for a social call right- “Bucky had picked up the phone call on the third try to be cut off by Clint.

“Shut up and listen, Barnes. Your girl was here,” Clint rushes out before Bucky thinks about hanging up. “She dropped off USB drives to Nat, wanting her to go through and upload them. We’re going through them now- “

This time it is Natasha that cuts off Clint. “Buck, whoever this woman is, she is up shit creek. You need to get here as soon- “

Natasha breaks off as he comes bursting through the office door with Sam who looks like he’s ran a marathon and then some.

“She’s running from an ex-boyfriend,” Bucky has the decency to pant as he walks up. Both Natasha and Clint wear the same shocked expressions at seeing you so quickly, but they shake it off as they make room. “Tell me exactly what she said.”

The pair of current Avengers tell the two former Avengers everything you had said and done.

“Wait, wait, wait, go back,” Clint says to Nat. “Isn’t he the one we’ve been after? All the missing women- he’s the one behind it.”

“Holy shit,” Natasha whispers as she quickly pulls up the file for the job, they’ve been working on for six months. “It is! And… and…” Natasha looks up at Bucky.

“You can’t be serious right now,” Sam says, disbelief coating his voice.

“We have to find her before it’s too late,” Bucky says.

Entering the club, you shake off the cold chill that runs down your spine the moment you step through the threshold. When the door slams shut you are hit on the back of the head with something hard enough to knock you out. When you come back to your senses, you have a killer headache, and you are tied to a chair in the middle of the clubs basement.

“Have a nice nap baby?” John sneers, taking a swig from his bottle of scotch.

There are a couple of men in the basement with you seemingly standing guard while he continues to set up his table of torture devices. Your breaths are coming out in pants as you can’t help but panic slightly.

“No,” you reply.

“Good,” he smirks picking up the pack of cigarettes and lighting one up before taking a deep drag and slowly walking up to you. “Where are my drives at baby?”

Straight to the point then. You shrug your shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re talking about John. Maybe you need to lay off the alcohol,” you tell him earning you a hard smack across your cheek making you gasp.

“Make this easy for yourself,” John seems to beg you. “Be a good girl and tell me where they are!” he yells.

“You always were a bad drunk, John,” you say instead earning you punch in the gut this time.

You gasp for air. John walks back to his table of torture devices, carefully selecting a pair of brass knuckles and sliding them on with ease.

“Last chance baby,” John sighs heavily, eyes darting to one of the guards who come walking over. You can hear a chain getting tossed around and your heart races faster for what’s to come. “Tell me,” his face is so close to yours that you can feel his grown-out beard.

Spitting in his face, you see the pure hatred coating every inch of his once handsome face before it turns into an evil smile.

“That’s okay,” he bobs his head up and down while pulling out a handkerchief to clean off his face. “Jason, hook her up.”

Suddenly the man named Jason is roughly cutting the ties from the chair to quickly yank you up and has you in thick chain cuffs. Your arms are above your head, and you are stretched in a way that you have to balance on your tip toes if you don’t want to pull your arms out of their sockets. John Walker begins to really show you what he had done after his nine to five job. It’s not long until you can’t contain your agonized cries of pain and all the while your ex-boyfriend has a sadistic smile on his face.

“They were right,” he tells you after some time. “Should’ve just fuckin’ sold you like the whore you are. Would’ve made me money instead of wasting it. Fuckin’ bitch,” he laughs.

“Fuck you,” you spit a mouthful of blood at his feet.

The beating continues. Brass knuckles, kicks, and now burns.

“Okay!” you cry out in defeat. “I- I’ll tell- “

You’re cut off as the power to the whole building shuts off, leaving you in complete and utter darkness. Scuffling can be heard about just before a lot of what sounds like gunfire. There must’ve been a lot more men who had been with John than what you saw as there is a lot going on around you. It’s been a long night for you up until this point, so nothing is quite clear until some lights turn back on. Bodies litter the basement floor and John who hides behind you, cocks his gun and points it to your head.

“Doll?” you hear a familiar voice ring out.

Forcing your eyes open, you see Bucky in full tactical gear looking as if he could kill with his eyes if he was able. You can’t seem to keep your eyes open for too long, your body is too heavy for that at the moment and you mumble incoherently.

“I suggest you put the gun down,” you can hear Bucky say.

“Seems like she’s my only ticket out of here,” John replies roughly. “You’re going to let me- “

For some reason John is cut off mid reply and his body knocks into you, knocking you roughly forward which jolts you conscious once again.

“I thought we agreed on a signal, Nat?” Bucky says angrily as he carefully lifts you into his arms.

“His voice was fucking annoying, Buck,” Natasha defends herself. “If I had to listen to one more second of it, I was going to find a way to saw off my own ears.”

When Bucky unhooks you from the chains, he carefully sets the two of you to the floor to assess you over. “Come on doll, I need you to open your eyes for me,” Bucky says in what sounds like a far-away voice as he very carefully and lightly taps tap the only clear part of your face.

“Mm?” you mumble. “Bucky?” Your voice is strained, he can hear the way it sounds like you’re gargling with each breath you take.

“I’m going to get you out of here doll, don’t worry,” Bucky promises, quickly looking over you for external bleeding injuries and anything he might need to splint until they get you back to the Avengers Tower.

“Everyone is accounted for and in custody,” Sam speaks over the earpiece.

The team had a doctor with a whole medical supply come along, so when you guys emerged from the club basement to the makeshift ambulance truck, he got right to work. Bucky was hovering obnoxiously close; Sam had to pull him away from you when you began to code in front of him. Sam and yourself had gotten closer, sure, so it was no walk in the park for him either watching you like you were, but Sam wasn’t the one who was in love with you.

Luckily, by the time Natasha gets the truck to the Quinjet, the doctor has stabilized you for the time being. Unfortunately, by the time the Quinjet touched down at the Avengers Tower, you had coded for a second time and had been even harder to get back. While in the operating room, with Bucky not leaving the window to watch you the whole thirteen-hour surgery for the extensive internal bleeding repair among other things, you had coded two additional times an hour apart.

“She’s going to be okay,” Sam tells his friend confidently this time. All the other thousand times, even to his own ears it had sounded forced; sounded like a lie.

She’s been in recovery for two days now, still unconscious, but at least you’ve been stable since the doctors finished. Bucky is made to shower and eat; he won’t leave your side for nothing unless forced. When Bucky had asked the doctors when you would wake up, they had told him it’d be dependent on you and when your body was ready. Your body wasn’t ready for another four and a half days. During which time Bucky stayed by your side the whole time, either holding your hand or rubbing your arm gently.

The first thing you noticed when your eyes fluttered open was that your body felt like you had been run over repeatedly. Your throat felt like it was on fire and your whole mouth felt dryer than the Sahara Desert. The third thing you noticed was you couldn’t move your left hand as you find Bucky has it grasped in his own hand with his head laying on his crossed arms. Squeezing his hand startles him slightly as it was a foreign feeling that he hadn’t been expecting you to wake up, let alone wake up before he could before his small nap.

“Doll!” Bucky exclaims, a smile breaking over his face while tears spring to his eyes. “Let me call the doctor in,” he says, reaching over for the little button next to you.

“Oh, good, you’re up!” the doctor smiles at you. “Doctor Grady by the way. How are you feeling?” he begins to examine you.

“Like shit,” you manage to rasp out.

Bucky had jumped up to grab you a cup of ice water with a straw and brings it up to your mouth.

“I want to keep you here for another day or so for observation since your body has been through the wringer,” Dr. Grady tells you while Bucky pokes the straw gently in your mouth. “If you are good and out of the woods, we will transfer you out of the ICU and they’ll determine when you get to be set free.”

“Drink, doll,” Bucky demands gently.

“You got very lucky,” Dr. Grady begins.

Dr. Grady spends the next hour explaining everything they had to do to save your life, not leaving out any detail as Bucky keeps a hold of your hand. You try to listen carefully, you really do, but all you can pay attention to is how nice it is to have Bucky holding your hand. His lips even gently press against your knuckles, and you can’t even be sure if he is aware he’s making those actions or not. The doctor leaves after checking your vitals and making sure that you get some lunch ordered.

Exhaustion hits you as you shift uncomfortably in bed, trying to get in a new position. Bucky stretches, his bones and joints cracking as he does, and your eyes can’t help but stare at him. You missed him. It sounds silly, you know it.

“See something you like doll?” Bucky smirks at you.

Your face reddens, you know it does, but you don’t care anymore because you could’ve lost all chances at seeing his handsome face ever again. There is a knock on the door just before it opens showing Sam walking through with a look of surprise on his face.

“You’re awake!” he smiles. “Next time you decide to dip out on us, do me a favor and take Mr. Brooding here with you.”

Your laughter is short lived as you begin coughing, tears welling up in your eyes from the pain shooting through your body. Sam comes walking up to the side of the bed and carefully slides your legs over to sit on the edge.

“How you feel short stack?” Sam asks seriously.

“I’ve been better,” you tell him.

“Nat got every video and document uploaded.” Sam has been curious as to how you would react to this news.

“Sam!” Bucky hisses harshly, his eyes hardening.

“It’s okay, Bucky,” you whisper sadly.

“No! You need to rest,” Bucky all but growls at you as his eyes glare holes into Sam’s face. “We don’t need to be talking about this right now,” he says definitively.

Reaching out your good hand, you are able to grab Bucky’s hand in your own and squeeze for comfort. Your touch grounds him, pulling him back down to you once more allowing him to breathe better. Yawning lets the two men know just how tired you are as your eyes begin to droop closed on their own accord.

Since you had such damaging injuries and especially having to be revived multiple times, you had to stay at the hospital for nine days just to be safe. Bucky never left your side. You had to tease him that he’d be the one getting a scrub down by a nurse if he didn’t go shower every couple days at least and you didn’t mind one bit. Right now, Bucky is driving the two of you home and you can’t help but feel a little nervous as just days ago you had fled from the very apartment leaving nothing but all your things and a note.

The two of you hadn’t spoken about anything related to your ex and whenever Natasha Romanoff or Clint Barton- who was the man you hadn’t known tried to ask you some questions or nonchalantly probe you for information while Bucky was in the room, he kicked them out automatically no matter what.

You needed to heal and relax and answering their questions right then wouldn’t allow you the healing and much needed rest your body still needed. So lost in thought, you hadn’t notice Bucky had pulled into his normal parking spot and had been watching you now for five minutes. Swallowing thickly, you turn your head to face him.

“What’s going on in that head of yours doll?” Bucky questions, his voice slightly raspy.

You shake your head slightly. “I just,” you feel the tears well up in your eyes. “I didn’t think I’d be coming back here.”

Bucky frowns at you. “You haven’t gotten rid of me that easily,” he lightly jokes, clearing his frown quickly.

“No, I meant… I didn’t think I’d be alive to come back,” you whisper looking away.

“Did you forget who you live with,” Bucky arches an eyebrow. “Even if you had simply skipped town on me,” there is an edge to his voice, something you can’t quite figure out as he continues, “I would’ve found you and convinced you to come back.”

Letting out a broken laugh, you shake your head while unbuckling your seatbelt. Bucky makes sure you’re settled inside the apartment on the couch with a bottle of water while he brings up your guys’ bags. You can’t help but feel at home once more in the comfort of the apartment- subtract the fact that it is in fact your home, you would have thought it wouldn’t feel the same.

“Still in dreamland, hm?” Bucky’s voice draws you out of your head, making you look at him with a startled expression. He can’t help but laugh at you. “Sorry,” he apologizes. “I wish I knew what went on in that head of yours.”

You breathe a laugh with a shake of your head. “If I make your head want to explode now, imagine how much more it would feel like exploding if you got just an inch inside.”

Plopping down beside you, Bucky carefully shifts your body to lean against his gently. “I suppose you’re right doll,” he recedes. “Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be worth it though. Now how about a movie marathon with my best girl?”

Later in the evening, when the two of you had gone to your respective bedrooms, you lay awake glaring at the door waiting for something- someone rather, to barge in to kill you. You lay away until one in the morning until you groan and shuffle your way to Bucky’s bedroom. Timidly you knock on his bedroom door three times as you struggle to hold your body upright.

Bucky hadn’t fallen to sleep unbeknownst to you, in fact, he had stayed up just in case you needed him but were too afraid to do anything. He was ten seconds away from saying ‘fuck it’ and going to your bedroom to check on you when he heard your groan just before the shuffling of your feet towards his bedroom. You don’t even have to say anything for him to know what you want, instead, he ushers you inside his room and guides you onto his bed.

Something about being engulfed by this man’s scent comforts you, and the way his body tucks around your own as if the two of you were made for one another is out of this world. Bucky tucks you securely into his chest facing away from him, his arm draping over your torso to reach between the valley of your breasts and palm your face. There is nothing sexual in the way the two of you are laying you remind yourself as butterflies begin to form and you exhale contently, allowing your body to relax.

“Night, Bucky,” you whisper just before exhaustion overtakes you.

Bucky has to readjust himself a couple of times to keep from waking you up throughout the span of the half hour he remains conscious. He had decided while Sam and himself were on their way to get you, that he’d tell you how he felt, he wouldn’t hide anymore. You were too precious to him. It took too long for him to realize it but, he did.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky whispers thickly in your ear just as he allows sleep to overcome his body.

Waking up the following morning, you stretch as best you can which is a bit difficult as Bucky has not only his thick muscular arm wrapped around you still, but his leg is draped over you as well. Twisting in his hold causes him to shift slightly and grumble.

“You’re disturbing my peace,” he mumbles while scrunching up his nose.

You giggle. “I couldn’t help it, you’re basically on top of me.”

“Not my fault you kept freaking out in your sleep,” he peeks an eye open to gage your reaction.

Flashes of your nightmare rush through you making your breath catch in your throat. You can’t help but feel bad. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, diverting your eyes to his uncovered chest.

Had Bucky been shirtless all night long? You suddenly wonder what he tastes like and erase the thought to lick him like a lollipop. In a move so quick that you’re not sure how he does it, he has the two of you sitting up with you between his legs facing him.

“Woah, Buck,” you say grabbing ahold of his arm to steady your spinning head. “Warn a girl next time will ya?”

Laughing he nods in agreement. “Sorry doll. How about I go make us some breakfast and we sit down for a talk?”

“…A talk?” you question hesitantly. Is this when the floor is ripped out from underneath you?

Bucky’s eyes softens as he cups your cheek gently. “Nothing bad. Chocolate chip?”

“S-sure,” you stutter.

Bucky places a lingering forehead kiss on you, causing a ripple of butterflies to breakout in your stomach. Your face heats up as he pulls away and gently shifts you onto the bed once more before leaving the room. Letting out a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding; you make your way to your bedroom for a shower, trying to clear your head of what Bucky had unintentionally done to you.

By the time you are dressed and your hair is towel dried, you can smell the food wafting from the kitchen making you stomach to grumble. Bucky hears the sound of your footsteps walking towards the kitchen just as he is plating up the food he made. Chocolate chip waffles, bacon, and eggs with coffee already brewed and a cup of orange juice already on the table. You definitely don’t deserve a guy like Bucky Barnes. But that doesn’t stop the thoughts of wanting him… of needing him. Of course, you’d never tell him as to not ruin your friendship and besides, you really don’t want to move again.

“Feel better doll?” Bucky shoots off as soon as you round the corner.

“Much…” you reply softly. “I’m sorry I woke you up last night.”

Bucky turns around holding the two plates of food, motioning you to sit down, not saying anything yet about last night. Poking at your food, you decide eating small would be best as you don’t know what your roommate wants to talk about. You do, however, drink your body weight in coffee by the time he’s done with his first cup. By the time your food is cold and you feel like vomiting what little you did eat along with the abundance of coffee you funneled, Bucky is taking the plates and quickly washing up all the while you’re positive he is getting off on the way your heartrate is doubling in pace and you can feel a panic attack setting in. Turning around, Bucky frowns at the state you’re in and is spreading your legs slightly to kneel between them… innocently unfortunately.

“Deep breaths for me doll,” he instructs in a soothing tone.

Oh. Oh! You had stopped breathing all together in your panic, not realizing that was contributing to why you began your downfall. You suck in a much-needed deep breath. Now you’re just embarrassed. Can’t even remember to oxygenate yourself without a reminder. No wonder Bucky is going to be dumping you out on the streets. He never said that! What else would he want to talk about?

“Concentrate…” Why is Bucky’s voice sound like it’s under water?

At this rate you just know he is looking up the nearest fire station to drop you off at. He lied when he said it wasn’t a bad talk he wanted to have, of course he did, he wouldn’t want me- Bucky isn’t him!

“Fuck it,” Bucky mutters under his breath before smashing his mouth against yours.

This is what he wanted to talk to you about after breakfast, he didn’t want to wait any longer, but this isn’t exactly what he had in mind when he thought that. It’s just… well, with you so far in your head and unable to listen to him… Bucky did the only other thing he could think of and kiss you. He moans as soon as he gets a taste of you. You’re his doll now. As you had been in a full-blown panic attack, it takes a few moments for your brain to process what is happening and during that time, Bucky pulls away only to reattach his lips. Finally! Your own small moan is let out and suddenly your hands are tangled in his hair tightly, his body being pulled forward closer to your own by you.

Once you had registered Bucky’s lips against your own, you said ‘fuck it’ as well. You’ve wanted this moment to happen for a while it finally is, not in the moment you would’ve liked however, it is happening. When Bucky’s tongue swipes along your bottom lip seeking entrance, you oblige. His tongue dominates yours quickly but you don’t mind, you would rather him be in charge especially of your body right now…

Suddenly you are lifted into the air and into Bucky’s arms where you are quick to wrap your legs around his mid-section. Next you are laid down on a pile of blankets, your head resting comfortably on what smells like Bucky’s pillow. Bucky is careful to not allow his raging hardon to not come between the two of you, he’s not sure how… reciprocated that would be even if he can smell your own arousal.

It seems like hours that you two are in a deep heavy make out session, before you have to pull away for proper air. Bucky’s lips don’t leave your skin though. They find themselves skimming across your jawbone, your ear, neck, peppering kisses all over your face. Bucky files away your small mewls and bodily reactions to certain spots everywhere his mouth wanders.

When you’re calmed down enough Bucky returns to your mouth with a much more tamed kiss. Slow and sensational, dragging it out just in case you reject him which even he thinks is a long shot at this rate. With one last kiss to your now red and swollen lips, Bucky presses his forehead against yours as a content smile plays on his own lips.

“So,” you pant softly, your face not only red from improper use of your lungs but, excitement as well. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

Bucky chuckles, his own face slightly heating up, his ears definitely getting painted a pretty shade of pink to show off his slight embarrassment. He hadn’t wanted to do this the way he felt he had to in the moment, it’s just he felt like he had no other option. He couldn’t stand seeing you in such turmoil because of something he had said even though he had told you it wasn’t anything bad. This wasn’t the first time seeing you like this, let alone hear it and not being able to do anything about it aside from trying to be someone you can talk to. This time was different. This time he wasn’t going to let you suffer alone while he watched and did nothing and while he would’ve liked to have at the very least had a first date before kissing you senseless, he can’t say he regrets it.

“Well,” Bucky begins almost shyly. “I wanted to- well I mean – you see,” he huffs, suddenly tongue tied. “Wouldyouliketogooutwithme?”

You smile brightly at Bucky, almost squealing in delight. “I’d love to go out with you, Buckaroo.”

Bucky groans at the nickname you’ve given him but it is quickly silenced with your lips pressing against his own. Yeah... you're definitely stuck with him now.

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runningfromaghost · 7 months ago

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Captive

Chapter 1

Summary: Steve and Bucky found you locked up in a Hydra cell naked and chained to a bed with a thin sheet as cover. You were scared to say the least, having thought they were there to… abuse you like the others. Instead, they rescue you.

*Two months ago*

"Just get in, get the folder, and get out as quick as possible so we can blow the place to dust and ash, got it?" Tony sounds through the ear comms.

It was an easy mission enough, only needing two Avengers to be on the safer side to do the extraction from an old Hydra base. That was until they heard noises coming from down the hall after they found the file they needed.

"You hear that?" Steve questions quietly.

At the time, you had been abandoned for about a month and a half. You were desperate to be set free whether that meant to live or die. You weren't going to be picky at this point. When you hear the door entering your cell gets pushed open, you think you're being delusional.

"P-please," you beg, shaking your head as one man turns into two men.

The two super soldiers are shocked to see you living as, for they knew the Hydra plant was abandoned a couple months ago. You lie on a metal table, chained up and hooked up to multiple machines with IV's running.

"We're not going to hurt you," Steve promises as the two men inch closer to you cautiously. "My name is Steve, and this here is Bucky. We're going to get you out of here, okay?"

Something in Steve's eyes makes you believe that he's not like the Hydra men. Bucky let's Steve do all the talking as he isn't good with words most times. As the men draw in closer however, you begin to panic, they're too much and can easily overpower you.

"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay!" Steve begins to soothe when he sees you begin to struggle. "Not going to hurt you, remember? We're going to help you."

Bucky decides to try to calm you when Steve is unable to get you settled. "Eyes on me doll." Your eyes instantly flicker over to Bucky's ocean blue eyes. "That's it. Breathe with me." Inhale. Long exhale. Repeat. "Good. That's really good doll. Can we come unhook you from everything?"

You open your mouth, but no sound will come out.

"How about just one of us?" Steve asks gently.

Slowly, you nod your head in confirmation.

"What's your name?" Steve asks softly to try to keep your attention on him instead of Bucky as he begins to approach you.

"I… I don't know," you reply.

Bucky feels for you. Afterall, for decades he didn't know who his identity was.

"I'm going to touch your leg to keep it still so I can get these cuffs cut off," Bucky says softly. "It shouldn't cause you pain, but I don't want you to jerk by accident."

"Tony," Steve seemingly says aloud to no one. "We have a situation."

*Present time*

"The change will be good for you," Jackie the nurse smiles. "Trust me, you need it."

"What- what if they don't like me?" you ask quietly, uncertain of said change.

The last couple of months you have been living in the med bay at the Avengers base. Having gone through extensive testing and exams, you had been cleared to head to the main base last week.

"Oh, come on," Jackie smiles, "Steve and Bucky surely like you, after all not only did they bring you here, but they visit every day."

"But- "

"Knock, knock," comes Steve's voice, cutting you off unintentionally. "Hey sunshine," he smiles as he comes into the room. "You ready?"

"Yep!" Jackie answers happily for you. "I'll check up on you tomorrow."

Steve grabs the small backpack of clothing you got provided throughout the time of being here and slings it over his shoulder. "Chin up sunshine. Bucky will be meeting us later today; he's just now getting back from his mission. Tony wants to meet with you when you get settled. I'll show you around first and then to your quarters."

You simply nod your head and keep pace with Steve's strides which he keeps at a leisure pace. Surprisingly the two of you don't run into anyone on the walk over to the main building. Be that as it may, once you step foot into the new building, you see tons of people, overwhelming you slightly.

"You with me sunshine?" Steve checks.

"m'fine," you lie.

"Are you sure you don't want to try the elevator again?" Steve asks when you downright refuse the elevator ride, you'd rather walk up the fifteen floors.

When you don't budge, Steve relents and motions to where the staircase is. By the time the two of you make it up the fifteen flights of stairs, Steve has broken a small sweat while you are as cool as a cucumber, having not taken the elevator.

"A few rounds of going up and down and you'll change your mind," Steve mutters making you giggle. "FRIDAY call all Avengers to the living area please," Steve says aloud to the AI.

Everyone gave you a respectable space, something you appreciate greatly as you are still pretty tense and jumpy around people aside from Steve and Bucky. One by one each Avenger introduces themselves and one by one they go back to whatever work they had been doing previously. As they disperse, you relax more and more beside Steve which doesn't go unnoticed from the super soldier.

"How about I show you where my room is so you know how to get to it and then I'll show you to yours and Bucky's?" Steve suggests softly.

"Sure," you agree easily, after all, who were you to disagree as you're sure that the knowledge would come in handy.

"So, we all have a bathroom in each of our rooms and we all share the living area and kitchen obviously. I'm right here if you need me," Steve taps on his bedroom door. "Me, Sam, and Clint share this area and then," he motions to keep moving to a separate area down the hall, "this whole area is yours and Bucky's. We all have semi-soundproof rooms however yours and Bucky's are completely sound proof since the two of you suffer from night-terrors."

"Steve Rogers to Starks office," announces FRIDAY.

"Go get settled, I'll check on you later, okay?" Steve hands you your backpack before walking down the hall and disappearing from your sight.

Entering your new bedroom, you drop your bag next to a computer desk where your very own laptop sits along with any office supplies you need. In the middle of the room is where your bed sits, a beautiful bedframe with matching side tables and dresser with a television on top. Closing and locking the door behind you, you explore the room fully to get a feel of where everything is and what new things you have… and it's a lot.

Being in a Hydra cell, you had nothing but the thin sheet Bucky and Steve found you under. You had no sense of self, nothing to call your own, and no rights, nothing. After looking through your closet, you make your way to the bathroom where you find a huge bathtub to submerge yourself in. Deciding to do just that, you are quick to find your toiletry items and a change of clothes.

You keep yourself submerged in the tub until the hot water turns lukewarm and you switch to shower yourself clean. By the time you are out and dressed in a pair of yoga pants and long-sleeved shirt, a knock sounds at your door.

"Mr. Barnes is at your door Miss," sounds off FRIDAY.

You're quick in making your way out the bathroom and opening your door to find a smiling Bucky on the other side, freshly showered and changed himself.

"Settling in alright?" Bucky asks.

Simply you nod and step to the side to allow him in, closing and locking the door behind him.

"I know it's a comfort thing for you," Bucky begins as you sit yourself on the soft bed, "to lock your door… just know nobody is going to invade your space if you don't want them to."

You want to believe him, really you do, but trust doesn't come easily to you. "How was your mission?" you change subjects.

It's been nearly four months since you have settled into the Avenger's tower. You've worked with everyone and have become close to Wanda and Natasha and even closer to Bucky if that were possible. You and Bucky are basically connected at the hip. Bucky absolutely adores you; it doesn't go unnoticed by anyone else in the tower except for yourself.

"Hey sunshine!" Steve smiles at you entering the kitchen where you are baking a few batches of cookies for everyone.

Baking. You're baking! Something you'd never gotten the chance to do before.

"Hey Steve," you chirp returning a soft smile.

"Ooo, are those peanut butter cookies?" Steve licks his lips. "They're my favorite!"

"I have some chocolate chip and sugar cookie's cooling," you offer. "I'm trying new recipes."

"Chocolate chip is Bucks favorite," Steve smirks. "Where is he anyways? I thought he was with you."

You pause your movement before quickly resuming as if you hadn't. "Sharon needed him for something," you shrug to hide your indifference.

"Sure she did," Steve mutters. "I'll keep you company."

"Thanks Steve but I'm okay on my own for a little while. I know you're busy."

"Nonsense! Today's my downtime. Bucky hogs your time so I think I'm due for some quality time with you."

"Get yourself a cup of milk then," you instruct. "You get to be my guinea pig."

An hour of taste testing cookies, an hour of laughter, and an hour of missing your best friend- not that Steve isn't one of your closest friends, said best friend comes back with a look that could kill.

"Woah there Buck," Steve comments before you can say anything. "I take it the Sharon thing- "

"I swear if she comes asking for help ever again," Bucky growls out taking a seat as you turn to take out the remainder of the cookies out of the oven. "I'll make sure she's never to be seen again."

Arching an eyebrow you reply, "Even I knew what she wanted help with," you snicker.

Bucky arches an eyebrow towards you as he is quick to grab a couple of chocolate chip cookies and a cup of coffee for himself.

"I told you so," Steve says chuckling. "You didn't believe me."

"Well, I do now," Bucky grumbles before digging into the homemade cookie, groaning loudly at the taste. "These are better than Chips Ahoy!"

You laugh with a shake of your head replying, "Thanks, I think?"

A/N: This was gonna just be one short story, but I've turned it into chapters instead. Let me know what you guys think!

#bucky barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky x you

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runningfromaghost · 7 months ago

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Run and Hide

Chapter 2

When you come to your senses you are curled into a ball with your head under a pillow with light snores coming from beside you. Uncurling yourself, your bones crack causing you to groan softly from being in such a position for a while. Sitting up, you look around trying to remember which door leads to the bathroom. Carefully slipping out of the bed, you wince having to walk on your feet, but there’s no way in hell you’re about to ask for help. It takes too long for your liking to get to the bathroom door, but you eventually do and you’re able to relieve your very full bladder.

As you wash your hands, you glance up into the mirror and are taken aback by your reflection. You had only been able to see yourself in the reflection of the glass in the basement but never in a mirror. Its quite a bit different than looking at yourself in glass and you find that you like what you see. While you were in the bathroom, Bucky had woken up and quickly searched for you in the bed after finding the spot you had previously been in cold. He had finally seen the light in the bathroom on, so he waited for you to come out… and continued to wait. After fifteen minutes though, Bucky twisted the doorknob to find it unlocked thankfully so he cracks it open.

“Doll, are you alright?” Bucky calls out in a somewhat rough voice from sleeping.

Unbeknown to Bucky, you had gotten too tired to walk back to the bedroom, so you sat down against the bathtub and fell back to sleep. Bucky can see your slightly slumped sleeping form on the floor from the mirror. Pushing the door open, Bucky walks over and carefully picks you up, startling you awake.

Bucky begins to shush you immediately, soothing you instantly with his voice. “It’s okay, doll. I’m taking you back to bed.”

You rest your head against his shoulder and as Bucky lays you down in bed, covering you back up he situates himself in bed. Neither of you two wake up until the next morning which finds you curled up into a ball once again while Bucky is nowhere to be seen. Judging by the opened door to the bathroom he’s not in the bedroom at all which relaxes you and puts you on edge at the same time.

Meanwhile Bucky had woken up in the early morning hours, unable to sleep any longer as certain things had bothered him. He had been reluctant to leave you at all as in your sleep the two of you curled yourselves around the other and you’re now clinging to him as you mumble softly in your sleep. Carefully, he detangles limbs and soothes you softly as you begin to stir.

When Bucky is able to slip out of bed, he doesn’t bother with changing clothes just yet instead just walking down to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. Steve is sitting at the island looking intently at his laptop raising his own cup of coffee to his mouth.

“Just wake up?” Steve asks tiredly, his eyes not leaving the screen.

Bucky lets out a grunt of confirmation as he’s not much of a morning person and especially not before having his first cup of coffee. Being his best friend for so many years, knows this tidbit and waits until he’s stirred in sugar and cream and taken his first sip.

“Hurry up and drink that,” Steve demands, as he stands for a refill for himself.

Bucky nods as he brings his coffee mug to his lips and takes a drink. “Did you even sleep?”

“Yeah,” scoffs Steve. “I just don’t need as much sleep as you clearly do. Anyways,” Steve puts his coffee mug down and beckons Bucky over, “you need to see this.”

Downing the remaining of his coffee, Bucky walks to the other side of the island to Steve’s laptop to see multiple tabs pulled up on his screen. Judging by a few of the pulled-up screens, he was able to find what Bucky had requested of him last night.

“You might need to sit down for this,” Steve warns worriedly.

Steve had watched these videos and read everything three times over again and… well… being in the mob isn’t for the faint of heart by any means and he’s done some shit and seen some shit and gone through some shit…

“I can’t be sure until I am able to clear up one of the videos but from the looks of it… it’s the girl,” Steve tells Bucky before selecting the video.

“No!” screams a girl through the video. “Let me go! Get off me!”

The girl sounds younger admittedly, looks younger as well but still has the same characteristics as Bucky’s girl laying in his bed.

Two men are dragging the naked young girl towards a clear looking bathtub that contains chains and straps. While the girl is quite small, she puts up one hell of a fight for the two men which make it a struggle to keep her under control.

“Please! No! Not again!” she cries out.

Someone zooms in on the girl’s body, showing all the bruising and cuts on her body before slowly going back out of focus and goes to the men- never showing their faces but showing how they strap the girl down.

“Shut up and take it,” growls one of the men. “Should’ve listened but you didn’t.”

Bucky watches as the men force the girl in the video down, continuing to watch as buckets and buckets of ice and water is filled up around her. Begs and pleas and cries sound out the whole time and it breaks his heart for her. The tub gets filled until it’s almost completely to the young girl’s mouth to the point if she speaks water will enter her mouth. You can see pure panic in her. To make matters worse they leave her completely alone for a half hour in the dark, loud sounds banging around to scare the girl, so she jostles and sloshes the water. Coming back inside, one of the men come in with an electric cattle prod.

“If this isn’t her,” Bucky mutters to Steve, “it’s her twin,” he shakes his head.

“That’s what I thought,” Steve replied. “The video never shows the men and since the views change and angles change, there is a third person in the room. If we show her the video, she can tell us who- “Bucky shakes his head.

“She isn’t to know these exist,” Bucky tells Steve. “She doesn’t even know her own name, do you really think she’ll know theirs?”

Steve huffs nodding. He hadn’t thought about that actually. “Right. Uhm, well you’re also not gonna like what’s next, Buck.”

“What is it?”

“There is another video, and it looks to be as if they were experimenting on her,” Steve tells his friend quietly. “There’s an older woman with her and she looks almost on her death bed. Obviously, it’s speculation until we get answers from her but… well either they took that girl to experiment or to be a live in donor for the other woman.”

Watching the next video, Bucky see’s what Steve means and it makes him almost sick to his stomach. By this point, the sun is shining through the house now and the clock is reading nine in the morning.

“Send me everything and I’ll take a look through everything when I can, no jobs for the next couple of days. I’m going to send for a wardrobe for her though,” Bucky stands, walking over for another cup of coffee just as the housekeeper comes in with fresh bagels from the bakery down the street.

“Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” the much older lady named Helga smiles brightly. “Mr. Rogers, I got you the asiago cheese bagels you enjoy.”

“You’re the best, Helga, thank you,” Steve smiles, as he sends all the information off to Bucky’s email and closing his laptop.

“Mr. Barnes I also got you the chive and onion cream cheese for your bagels,” Helga informs him as she places everything on the counter and begins to work.

“Much appreciated,” Bucky replies with a nod. “I’ll take it and a couple extra back to my room. We’re going to have an extra guest from now on.”

You had just gotten back into bed when the bedroom door opens to show Bucky carrying a tray of food and drink.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Bucky says closing the door and placing the tray on his dresser. “Fresh bagels and cream cheese, you like those right?”

Not really knowing what to say you simply shrug because back at the basement, they gave you dry toast every morning. Honestly you had been lucky if you had gotten an actual hot meal. Bucky files away your reaction for later and begins to spread on the cream cheese on the bagel for you. Opening up the Tylenol, he takes out two pills and places them in a little clear disposable cup before turning around and handing you a cup of orange juice.

“Take these, it should help for your discomfort,” Bucky tells you and waits patiently for you to hesitantly reach out for the cup of juice and Tylenol.

Looking from the two items in Bucky’s hand to his face a couple of times, you finally reach your hands out to toss the pills in your mouth before taking the juice and taking a drink.

“Good girl,” Bucky praises, enjoying when you shift slightly as your face heats slightly under his gaze. “Now try to eat. I’ll give you my laptop in a little bit so you can order some clothes.” The look on your face must’ve been a funny one as he chuckles at you softly. “What is it?”

“I’m allowed to have clothes?” you ask innocently, completely shocked that not only did he tell you that you can have clothes- but they will be brand new!

“Of course, babydoll, anything you want you can have,” Bucky tells you honestly. “You need to tell me everything though.”

With that knowledge, the bagel he had handed you now makes your stomach churn as you look at it. “Everything like what…?”

“Eat. We’ll discuss it after I check your bandages.”

After eating most of your bagel and drinking some more of the juice, you try to stand up on your own but are quickly scolded by Bucky. Walking over from the chair in the corner of the room, Bucky grabs your items and places them back onto the tray where he then carries them out and comes back a couple of minutes later. Walking back in, Bucky lifts you gently into his arms and into the same spot he had placed you in the bathroom to take a look at your feet.

“Much better,” he tells you softly. “Should be able to take those stitches out in a day or so. Then you’ll be able to walk on your own.”

“I can walk,” you try to tell him, you know how much of a burden you are and being aware of that you certainly don’t want to inconvenience him by any means. “It’s nothing I haven’t had before.” And that is the truth, you once had a broken foot that Pepper and Scar made you walk on for a month before they finally took pity on you and fixed it.

“Doll, look at me please,” Bucky demands in a soft yet firm tone.

Your heart skips a beat before thudding against your ribcage as you slowly lift your eyes to meet his own.

“Whatever happened to you before I got you, doesn’t apply here,” he tells you, his voice so affirmative and sounding so truthful that you almost believe him.

Can you trust this man though? A part of you wants to so badly, he hasn’t given you reason not to, but with as much trauma you’ve gone through… great, now you’re crying. Suddenly you’re being cradled in Bucky’s arms with soothing words being whispered in your ear to try to console you. After a few minutes you are able to calm down but now all you feel is embarrassed for your weakness.

“That’s a good girl,” Bucky murmurs, rubbing gentle circles on the small of your back. “Let me change your bandages and we’ll get you back to bed.”

Not trusting your voice, you simply nod in agreement and wait patiently and try to not show any more weakness when he wipes a particular sore spot. Once done, Bucky carries you back to the bed, tucking you in before grabbing his laptop and making himself comfortable in front of you on the bed as well.

“Okay doll, I know it’s going to be uncomfortable for you,” Bucky begins softly, making you look at him, “but I need you to tell me everything you can remember starting from the very beginning.”

Your chest already feels constricted, and you haven’t even started yet, but you swallow down your nerves and look down at the duvet that covers you. Shuffling through your memories, you take yourself back as far as you can. Vaguely you can see a woman with long dark hair and green eyes much like your own walking with you down an ally. The woman is dirty, and it looks like she’s been up for days on end as she drags you by the hand. You tell this to Bucky; you tell him of this woman’s description and how old you looked- no more than three or maybe even four.

The next memory is one where she’s not in the picture at all, instead you’re surrounded by different men poking you with needles and taking blood from you. Next to you is who you later find out is Peppers wife who you simply named Lady Pepper. They were testing you for something to see if you were a match for her and soon after that they had started to experiment on you. They never told you what they were doing so of course you weren’t able to tell Bucky either. Saying every little thing out loud, caused a weight you hadn’t known you were carrying around on your shoulders, lift. Every misdeed, whether it be small or large, you told him as he had instructed you to.

While you had told Bucky everything, Bucky himself took notes on his laptop to send over to Steve for later. Once they pinpoint the people who specifically did these horrendous things to you, he was going to do them tenfold.

“I’m going to show you a couple of videos that Steve found,” Bucky tells you with caution. “I need you to tell me if it is you or not and if it is I need you to tell me who the men are.”

Hesitantly you nod and watch as he scoots closer to you before pressing play. Your heart leaps as you see your younger ten-year-old self getting dragged to the icing tank.

“Stop it! Stop it!” you shout and cover your ears in pure panic.

Bucky instantly stops the video, that was all the confirmation he needed to let him know it was indeed you. “Who were the men in the video, babydoll? I need you to tell me, we’re almost done and then we can rest.”

You shake your head vigorously. “I don’t know their names, just the names I gave them!” you shout at Bucky crying.

“Point to them,” Bucky demands you. “Point too them and tell me the names you gave them and why.”

“I- I don’t want to watch it,” you beg him. “Please don’t make me.”

As much as it hurts Bucky to hear you beg him not to make you do this, he needs you to so he can get closer to the men. While he does have a suspicion on who they are he does still need confirmation.

“I’m sorry babydoll, but I need you to do this, I promise we’re almost done,” he tells you in a softer tone.

After calming down enough, you point out the men in the room, telling Bucky the names you gave them and why. The last man however, he never gotten a name he remained nameless to you.

“Why didn’t you ever name him, doll?” Bucky asks, something thick in his voice that you’re not too sure of.

Keeping quiet for several minutes before raising your eyes to his, you reply, “he shattered my spirit and ripped out my soul.”

A knock on the door stops any further questioning, you lay down and cover up with the blanket suddenly tired beyond belief. Recognizing the voice from the car last night, you deduct that Bucky is talking to the man named Steve. You don’t care, you close your eyes instead and let sleep overtake you.

When Steve had knocked on Bucky’s door it to drop off the ten bags of clothing and other items that Natasha, Steve’s wife, thought that the new girl might need and like until she was able to get some things for herself. When Bucky had turned back after telling his friend thank you, he frowned when he seen you had fallen back to sleep. Taking the bags, he places them on the side of the bed for you to look through when you wake before grabbing his laptop and placing it on charge then opting to take a long hot shower.

Bucky recalls the absolute terror that your body and eyes held when he had to basically drag you to the bathtub literally in a full-blown panic. He’s not too sure if you remember everything you seemed to scream or the fact that you fought until you couldn’t anymore and even surpass what your body could do which resulted in him injecting you with the sedative.

Getting out of the shower, he dries himself and dresses in sweatpants and a long-sleeved shirt before checking back in on you. There is a frown on your face and your breathing is coming in short, ragged breaths so Bucky walks over to kneel beside you where he takes one of your hands in his own and begins to talk to you. Minutes later, much to his happiness, you calm down enough that your breathing has returned to normal, but you still sport the frown. It’s a small win in Bucky’s book for now.

Deciding to follow your lead on the whole sleep thing, even if he doesn’t feel much tired right now, Bucky decides to climb into bed just to rest his eyes for a minute or two. That minute or two turns into an hour and a half with his eyes closed where he had fallen completely asleep just to wake up with his face tucked in the crook of your shoulder. Bucky see’s you’re awake and stiffens as he isn’t sure how long you’ve been awake nor how long he’s been forcing himself on you in such an intimate position. By the looks of it, it doesn’t seem like you’re angry, but…

“I’m sorry,” Bucky apologizes, untangling his limbs and moving a few inches back to give you space. “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s okay,” you reply lowly, your shyness on full display as every inch of your exposed skin heats up. “I- I didn’t dream…”

“Do you have nightmares?” Bucky asks, concerned, his hand tugging on your own so you turn over to face him now.

You ponder for a moment. “Hmm… a nightmare is one way to describe it I suppose,” you tell him but even to you it doesn’t sound right but whatever it is, it doesn’t matter because while Bucky held you close- everything felt right. All the bad things went away even the nightmares.

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runningfromaghost · 7 months ago

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Run and Hide

Chapter 1

Summary: You were meant to be taken and tortured for information from the enemy. What Bucky does instead is something completely different. Instead of the questioning, instead of the torture, he’s quick to change his mind as soon as his eyes set upon you. You’re his now, neither of you know it yet though.

You’ve been locked up and have been used for personal entertainment for as long as you can remember. You don’t remember much from before you were locked up in the basement, not even your parents and definitely not your own name. The people who took you all those years ago never called you by name and since you had been so young you hadn’t known you should remember such small details.

In all the years you’ve been with these people, they’ve never let you out of the basement willingly. Of course, you had tried multiple times to get away, especially when the two men would hurt you when you first got to the basement. You stopped running though, you knew it was useless now, there was nowhere you could run where they couldn’t find you and hurt you worse. The men while never using your name, also never used one another’s name either. You had come up with your own names for them instead to single them out.

The older one is tall with white and grey hair with brown eyes. His whole being is pretty much undescriptive until he takes off his shirt where he has multiple scars. You named him Pepper. The other one, while much younger than his companion- you believe him to be a relative- a son perhaps. This one has blonde hair with brown eyes and just as tall as Pepper but is nicer some days and crueler others. He’s got even more of a battered body than his much older look-a-like, but he looks more durable. He’s got a scar that goes from his left pectoral down across to his right rib, it looks brutal and jagged and for that reason alone, you’ve name him Scar.

Loud crashing and yelling can be heard from where you are in the basement, something has been wrong for a couple of weeks now as your torment has been worse, you’ve never heard anything like this before. The door flies open, and Scar comes barreling down with crazy looking eyes. You shoot up from your dingy little cot instantly.

“Put these on,” Scar demands as he scans his handprint to unlock the glass enclosure. “Hurry up, we have to get moving before they get here.”

He tosses you a pair of skimpy looking shorts and a sweatshirt. You don’t hesitate with his demand; however, you do question who he seems to be afraid of.

“Who? Where are we going?” you ask while pulling your long dark hair through the shirt as Scar roughly begins to drag you out.

“Shut up and don’t worry about it,” he hisses. “Stay close to me no matter what, understand? These people want to hurt us, and they won’t hesitate in hurting you.”

Your eyebrows pull together as you keep your comment to yourself. You hurt me too, there’s nothing anybody else can do that you haven’t, surely. Scar continues to pull you with him up the stairs into the main house where you see people walking about shouting orders and looking angry. A couple of men look at you as if you’re something to eat, you try to hide behind Scar but he has none of it, he doesn’t care you’re uncomfortable.

“Is the car ready?” Scar questions one particular man that has made it down to the basement on a handful of occasions… you instantly start backing away. “What the fuck did I say, girl?” Scar hiss’s, raising his hand to back hand you.

You only release a small gasp; you’ve had worse lashings anyhow. Suddenly you’re being drug away into a different direction in the house towards a door. Oh, you’re going outside. Freedom? Is Scar letting you go? No, no, he said he’s taking you somewhere else… There is a black SUV that you’re shoved into the back of. Someone is in the front ready to drive while there is another in the passenger seat and the two of you in the back just before Pepper opens the door to your left causing you to jump.

“We need to get going, NOW!” Pepper shouts.

The pounding in your chest of your heart is the only thing you can hear until suddenly there is a loud crashing sound and glass is shattering all around. There is a ringing in your ears that disorients you even more as you try to move, you can smell something funky and just as the ringing begins to die down in your ears, your adrenaline kicks in. Pepper and the two men up front are semi-conscious trying to move, while Scar is completely knocked out and since you hadn’t had safety measures taken, you’re now right next to the door.

Gunfire ensues. The men in the SUV fire back which gives you enough time to get away- painfully, but this is your only chance to do it. Swinging open the back door you literally fall out onto your ass but unfortunately your bare feet meet some broken glass as you twist to get up.

“Someone grab her!” Pepper shouts making you try to get away faster.

You can tell the crash did more damage than you had thought before as your body protests your movements. Arms encircle your waist; hot breath shoot down your neck and you scream in frustration.

“Where do you think you’re going, young one?” the man growls panting.

Just a second later, the man grunts and the weight of his body knocks the both of you to the ground- hard. You realize whoever has been shooting at you guys, had shot him and killed him. Now it is back on you to wiggle yourself out from under his body to run. The way that the shooters are coming at you from all sides, you only have one area you can run to so as soon as your feet hit the concrete, you take off running in that direction.

“God damn it! We need back up! She’s gotten away!” Scar screams from somewhere behind you.

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Bucky Barnes had instructed his crew to create a specific area in which the girl he had seen trying to run away, could right into his trap where they would then take her back and proceed to drill her. She would be the perfect in to get under the enemy’s skin. His plan works like a dream, the girl runs in his direction and by the looks of it she’s seriously injured which causes him to frown. He doesn’t like the idea of her being hurt suddenly. Actually, it enrages him to the point of seeing red. As you run toward him, he braces himself to collide with his body with your own, stopping you in your tracks and causing a scream to instantly leave your lungs.

“Shh, shh, shh,” the unknown voice coos over the repeated gunfire as his warm muscular arms wrap securely around your upper arms, pinning them down to your sides. “Calm down, doll,” the smooth deep voice says into your ear. “’m not gonna hurt ya.”

Tears pour out of your eyes as your body begins to relax at the sound of his voice because while you know this man is dangerous, you’d rather be with him than with Pepper or Scar. You let the muscular man shield you until the two of you are a good distance away from the gunfire where he pushes you gently down to sits down in an ally and pulls out a flashlight.

“Let me see your feet, baby doll,” the man demands as he kneels in front of you shinning the light towards your feet.

“I- I’m fine,” you lie, trying to recoil from his touch as he grabs ahold of your right ankle in his insanely large hand.

“You’re not going to lie to me,” he replies, his voice cold and angry, making you shiver with freight. “Let me see your feet. Now.”

A small whimper escapes your throat as you hesitantly allow your foot to be lifted in his grasp. The man mutters under his breath before carefully placing your foot down, stretching your leg out so you don’t put pressure on it and taking your left foot in his hand to inspect it as well.

“Okay,” he says, “I’m going to carry you the rest of the way. You’re going to keep quiet and cooperate, understand?”

You simply nod but that doesn’t seem to satisfy the man in front of you as he arches an eyebrow towards you.

“Use your words, doll. Tell me you understand,” he demands.

You frown slightly, didn’t he just instruct you to keep quiet? “I understand…”

He smirks. “Good girl. I’m going to pick you up now, if you’re in pain or it’s uncomfortable you can tell me by tapping three times on my arm, understand?”

You damn near swoon at being called a good girl dear lord… “I understand.”

The man picks you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing carefully situating you as best as he can to cause the least amount of pain. As his arm hits a certain spot on your spine however, you can’t help the yelp of pain and the new burst of tears that escape you. Bucky is quick to move his arm away from that spot, changing his mind in how he decides to carry you and instead has you flush against his front with one arm under your butt while the other is crossing over your back with his hand on the back of your neck. You sniffle as you lay your head down in the crook of the stranger’s neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent that seems to have you relaxing in no time.

“Good girl,” he praises.

There’s that good girl again… it sends cold chills up your spine and goosebumps everywhere. It’s embarrassing. You must’ve passed out as the man walked you to wherever because you wake up in a car again but you’re straddling his lap as he’s talking to someone else in the car or maybe on the phone.

“She’s not going to be able to tell us anything,” a different voice from behind you in the front of the car.

“No shit,” grunts the man under you.

“Did she even tell you her name?” the other man asks, seeming agitated.

“Steve, get us the fuck home and shut the fuck up.”

Bucky was in no mood for his best friends questioning and disappointment, no he was angry that his plan has backfired instead. He had wanted you for information but instead of information, he’s got questions and emotions involved and Steve knows it. Ten minutes later finds the three of you pulling into Bucky’s fortress of a mansion.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed, doll,” Muscle Man murmurs lowly in your ear as he opens the door and carries you out.

You keep yourself situated where you are, head in the crook of his neck with your eyes closed and your hands in front of you in your lap. Muscle Man opens the door easily, walking inside not even bothering to flip switches as he goes until I hear a door open and close after walking up a flight of stairs. Letting your eyes flicker open, you see you’re in a bedroom, it smells exactly like Muscle Man and as he pulls out clothes from a dresser you know you’re correct. Next he walks into the bathroom where he flips on the light and gently places you on the countertop where you sit up on your own.

His face shows a look of shock before it’s quickly wiped away. “How long have you been awake?”

You shrug your shoulders slightly; you’ve never really had a sense of time. “I- I don’t know my name,” you decide to reply.

“That long?” he scoffs softly with an amused look before walking over to a small closet and pulling a plastic box out. “I need to get that glass out; it’s going to hurt before it feels better but I promise once the glass is out it’ll feel better.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod not trusting your voice to say anything in response. Scar had lied when he said these people wanted to hurt you, from what you can tell all this man has done thus far is take care of you. Naturally, that could be subject to change at any given moment however, it hasn’t happened yet and you had admitted to being awake for what you now assume to be a chunk of time.

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes,” Muscle Man tells you. “You can call me Bucky.”

Bucky. You smile internally. “Bucky,” you test it out on your tongue.

Bucky smirks. “And your name, doll?”

Oh… he didn’t believe me… You frown a bit as he pulls a small stool over and begins to pluck out the glass shards from your left foot carefully.

“I don’t know my name,” you repeat softly, looking down at your hands.

Bucky pauses his motions and looks intently at you momentarily before nodding slightly. “Well… we’re just going to have to fix that, now, won’t we?”

You say nothing. Bucky finishes rather quickly and switches to your right foot where you jerk back at one particular shard making Bucky grip you tighter and glare at you.

“Doll, I know it hurts, but you need to let me get it out,” Bucky tells you in a stern voice.

It takes a few moments, but you’re able to relax your leg back down so that Bucky can once again begin working at the glass. You gasp loudly as it is finally pulled free.

“Where else are you hurt?” Bucky asks. “Your back, right?”

You nod. “That wasn’t from tonight,” you whisper, shifting slightly uncomfortably. “I think I was just knocked around in the car and my feet hurt is all.”

Bucky hadn’t been paying close attention to other parts of your body aside from what he knew needed immediate attention. The sweater you have on is large and baggy, covering you up nicely until its shifted and you’re trying to hide. He tilts his head with his eyebrows pulling together.

“Didn’t I tell you not to lie to me, doll?” Bucky asks with anger lighting up his piercing ocean eyes.

Bucky has stood up from the stool and is now forcing the sweater up over your head as you cry out in protest. You’re completely bare except for the short skimpy shorts that leave nothing for imagination. Bucky sees everything, every little imperfection on your body. All the current bruising is caused by the Monster… the burn spots on you as well, specifically the one on your spine… all from Monster.

“Who did this to you?” Bucky asks, his tone grave.

Bucky scans over your body and see’s the telltale hand markings on your inner thighs making him want to go hunt down every one of the mother fuckers who dared touch what was his and beat them to a pulp. Silently, he makes you a promise to find out who all did this to you and kill them slowly. He’ll even offer you the chance to get a few hits of your own in.

“Baby doll,” Bucky’s voice is rough, making you look up. “That’s not going to happen here, you hear me?”

You’re not sure what to say so you don’t say anything. Bucky slowly raises a hand to your face, wiping your tears and carefully pull you into his arms once more so he can see your back. You hide your face in the crook of Bucky’s neck, breathing in his scent to help calm yourself, something you are quickly becoming addicted to.

“I’m going to start you a bath- “

Your body is instantly flailing, you don’t realize you’re screaming bloody murder until Bucky is trying to wrap you up in his arms and shove your face in his neck while shoving two of his fingers in your mouth. While you end up gagging on his large fingers, you do come back into yourself enough to stop screaming.

“I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good! I don’t want iced, I’ll be good,” you whimper against Bucky.

“Oh, doll,” Bucky sighs sadly. “You’re going to have to trust me. I haven’t given you reason not to, have I?”

“No,” you whisper.

“Then continue to trust me, baby doll. You can’t be on your feet for long and you need to bathe. Once your feet have healed you don’t have to take anymore baths, okay?”

Bucky runs the water, making sure the water is nice and warm for you as you had mentioned not being iced. It hurt to see you so terrified by something so mundane as a bath. When the water reaches a certain level, he strips you out of the shorts and carefully lowers you into the tub. Your whole body is trembling still so Bucky pulls out his cell phone and calls someone.

“Bring me Midazolam,” he says into the phone before tossing the phone to the side and prying one of his hands away from your iron grip. “Doll, try to relax until I can give you something to calm you down.”

You watch his hand begin slowly scoop up water into his hand and dispense it over your skin making you cry and clutch at him even harder. By the time Steve knocks on the bathroom door of Bucky’s room, Bucky has claw marks going down his wrist. Bucky situates the shower curtain to make sure you’re out of his best friends view before calling him in. Steve can hear you crying and splashing around, making him narrow his eyes at Bucky who rolls his eyes.

“Now would be fucking great, asshole,” Bucky snaps.

Steve hands over the sedative with a shake of his head and waits for you to inject it.

“Just a small prick, doll,” Bucky tells you softly just a second before you feel the needle in your arm and the slight coolness when he injects it. “You’ll feel better in a few seconds.” Bucky looks back over to Steve when he hands over the needle once the drug has taken effect and you’ve gone slack in his arms making him let out a sigh of relief. “Do you know what being iced means?”

Steve frowns at Bucky. “Typically, a person is forced to stay in ice cold water. Depending on who does it will depend on the severity of it.”

Bucky nods. “Find out how they do it over there,” he instructs, leaving no room for argument.

“Will do boss,” Steve bows out of the room and heads back towards his own.

Bucky makes quick work of bathing you, enjoying the silence and the feel of you under his calloused hand as he washes you carefully. “That’s a good girl,” he whispers to you in your relaxed state. When it’s time to rinse you, he unplugs the drain and starts up the water once more- making sure it’s warm for you again. “We’re almost done, doll. You’re being a good girl for me, so good.”

Tears still prick at your eyes due to the bath however due to the medication you feel physically calm just not mentally calm. Rinsing your body and hair thoroughly, Bucky shuts the water off and wraps you up tightly in a towel.

“Doing so good babydoll,” Bucky will murmur every so often as he carefully dries you off and wraps you in a big fluffy robe.

You’re not sure if the craziness of the day is catching up to you or if it’s the medication, but your eyelids begin to droop and you’re struggling to stay awake now that you’re wrapped up and warm.

“I’m taking you to bed so you can sleep. I’ll be just down the hall on your left…”

Whatever else Bucky says falls on deaf ears as you succumb to exhaustion and have fallen asleep by the time the covers go over you. For a short time, Bucky stands there just watching you sleep in his bed with a small pout on your lips. Who are you and how in the hell did this mission go from gather and torture you for information to… whatever this is?

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“Hey boss,” knocks Steve, looking every bit as tired and worn down that Bucky feels and looks right now.

“Find anything?” Bucky perks up a bit, taking a swig from his glass of scotch.

“Yes and no. So, this girls’ parents were apparently brilliant people who owed millions of dollars to the head of the Hydra.” Steve passes over his tablet to Bucky to read. “One thing led to another, and Hydra offed said parents before finding their little girl hiding while trashing the house.”

Known for making a super serum… “Did you cont- “

“Yeah boss. It appears the girl was an experiment right from birth.”

“Thanks Steve. Turn in for the night, we’ll regroup in the morning,” Bucky instructs, handing back the tablet and shutting down his computer.

Steve bids Bucky a good night before retreating down to the kitchen and leaving Bucky to do his own thing. Walking quietly into his bedroom, he checks on your sleeping form in his bed to ensure you’re… well he’s not sure why he checks on you but he does. Still sleeping soundlessly, he’s quick to grab a change of clothes and take the quickest shower ever.

By the time Bucky is out of the shower and dressed for bed he can hear your soft cries which makes his heart clench. Walking back into the bedroom he sees your sleeping form tangled in the sheets with the blankets on the floor.

“Shh babydoll,” Bucky soothes quietly as he gets himself comfortable in bed next to you after picking up the blankets. “You’re safe,” he continues, “you’re okay babydoll, I’m right here.”

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