Pairing: WW2!Bucky x POW!Reader
Anonymous Requested:Â How about one with Bucky â you canât even imagine all the enemies Iâve madeâ , but the reader is saying it. Thank u.Â
Warnings: Intense Violence, Explicit Language, Gore, Death, Mentions of Torture, Suggestion of Rape, Highly Suggestive Themes, and Angst.
A/N: I just have two things to say. Holy shit.Â
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      Bucky let out a short cry of pain as a gloved hand gripped the dirtied locks of his hair and drug him across the blood splattered mud to a group of other Allied prisoners. He reached up weakly and clawed at the hand, only getting dropped onto his face in the mud. He pushed himself onto his knees and glanced up to only have the butt of a rifle slam into his cheekbone.Â
      He grunted and collapsed at the Naziâs feet; knocked unconscious. The Nazi held a look of disgust as he slung the rifle onto his shoulder and pushed Buckyâs limp form onto his back with a blood-smeared boot. He sniffed and spat into the mud before looking over at two other Nazis.
      âHelp me get the fuckinâ American with the rest,â He snapped in German, gesturing at Bucky.Â
      The two Nazis gripped their guns and trotted over, bending down to scoop one arm under Buckyâs shoulders and heave him up to hang limply between them, boots dragging as they finished bringing him over to the group of prisoners. They let him drop onto the ground and glared at the other young men crouched in a tight circle, relishing in the exhaustion and fear in their bloodshot eyes.
      The prisoners were what was left behind of the 105th and 107th Regiment. They were forced to retreat when the Nazis overwhelmed them and Bucky had twisted his ankle in the retreat, causing him to be captured with a handful of others. It was a large farm plot that the battle took place on, the grasses stamped down and the dirt churned up to only be turned into thick mud. Bodies of both sides were littered over the land and the Nazis had to post up at the abandoned farmhouse that the farm plot was on to collect the stragglers.
      âTie them up!â The Nazi who knocked Bucky out ordered in German. He turned and disappeared up the porch steps into the farmhouse, obviously being one of the few in charge out of the sixty Nazis.
      Bucky came-to just as the German foot soldiers approached with rope and weapons drawn, their eyes filled with hatred towards the Allied prisoners. His face pounded and stung terribly, an unbearable pain flourishing in his right temple and cheek as the young man next to him nudged his rib cage. Bucky glanced over and recognized one of his comrades, but with that small relief came a deep guilt.
      âEverybody up!â A Nazi directed venomously, his accent thick.
      Bucky struggled to his feet and leaned heavily on his left, unable to walk on his twisted ankle. He clenched his jaw and forced bile down his throat as the splitting pain in his head and face brought it forward. Bucky turned with the other prisoners and limped heavily along, squinting his eyes as he tried to focus on keeping upright.
      They were put into the hayloft of the barn, hands and feet tied together tight enough to lose circulation and lined along the far wall. They had been groped to make sure none of them had any hidden weapons, but the only thing they found was a small knife on a Frenchie from the 105th. Â
      It smelled of moldy hay and sweat, but it was better than being outside in the mud and choking on the stench of death and gunpowder. Bucky wiggled his tingling fingers and released a soft sigh, slumping back against the wall as he finally let his eyelids shut. He pushed past all the pain and thought of just how fucked he was. Bucky was put right in the hands of the enemy and completely at their mercy, if they decided to slaughter them all he would never return home to Brooklynâto Steve.
      Bucky had let him down. He was the only person he had and now⊠the damn Nazis had him. God knows what the punk was doing, probably trying to enlist for the thousandth time, but Bucky was relieved that he would never get drafted. Steve was too sick and fragile to be put into a manâs war. Bucky could at least die knowing that Steve is safe at home in Brooklyn.
      Bucky jolted and blinked rapidly adjusting to the dark surroundings to see the looming figure and gleam of a gun walking over to one of the prisoners a few people to Buckyâs right. His heart pounded heavily in his chest as the Nazi used the end of the barrel of his pistol to tip up the prisonerâs chin and Bucky forced himself to look away.
      The Nazi growled, âWant to say that again?â
      âGo to hell.â The prisonerâs hissed, spitting into the Germanâs face.
      Bucky ducked his head and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for what was to come. He tried to block out the noise of the Nazi grabbing the prisoner by his hair and dragging him ruthlessly over the floor, the prisoner grunted and was thrown down before the Nazi crouched beside him and peered into his eyes.
        âAuf Wiedersehen, Soldat.â
      Bucky bit down on his bottom lip and waited.
      Soft yelps came from the prisoners around him and they all flinched. Bucky shook his head and relaxed against the wall again, refusing to open his eyes to see the young man who just got his brains blown. The picture was already knitting itself in his mind as the Nazi grumbled disgustedly in German before shouting an order to the two Nazis that had witnessed everything. He knew in the morning that the body would be gone, but the blood would still remain.
Hayloft  |  8 Hours Later
       Bucky was woken up by a Nazi throwing a piece of hard bread into his lap and he blinked blearily down at it, glancing around to see that everything was illuminated in a soft early glow so Bucky estimated it was around five in the morning. He noticed that the other prisoners werenât the only ones just waking up, because one of the Nazi guards was sitting against a hay bale rubbing at his eyes. The thought of no one noticing the guards asleep pissed him off, but he had to give everyone the benefit of the doubt; they were just fighting for their lives yesterday.
      He lifted his right shoulder and pressed his cheek against his uniform, jerking away when it sent pain splitting across the side of his face, but with a quick glance at the fabric he was glad it wasnât bleeding anymore. Bucky saw one of the prisoners next to him struggling to get the bread and the prisoner looked up at the Nazi, left eye swollen shut and mud caked in his short hair.
      âHow are we supposed ât fuckinâ eat this?â
      The Nazi quipped, âFigure it out.â He took a seat beside his buddy and they shared a canteen of water. Bucky was slightly confused as to why they didnât backhand the guy next to himâlet alone kill him, but he then realized these were two new Nazis overlooking them. They looked just about as exhausted as they were.
      âI know what youâre thinking,â A soft voice whispered to his left, drawing Buckyâs attention to look at the feminine-like face of a young man. He had his head shaved and hardly had any marks on him that advised he was in battle, but the dirt streaking his skin said otherwise.
      Bucky was reluctant to reply, too scared to cause a rise from the Nazis, but the other prisoners were now quietly conversing between long pauses. He released a slow breath and he asked, âWhat am I thinking?â
      âWhy these two switched out with the others,â The young man whispered, âAfter the show they put on last night they think weâre too scared to step out of line, so they let the recruits watch us.â
      Bucky examined the Nazis with raised brows, the left side of his lips tugging up as he glanced at the prisoner next to him. He said, âYouâve got a good eye. How long have you been out here?â
      âA month after the U.S joined the war, what about you? Youâre a Sergeant, arenât you?â
      Bucky nodded and shifted on his butt. âYeah, Sergeant Barnes. I was shipped out to England three months after we entered the war.â
      âBarnes, eh?â The young manâs voice remained a whisper, âIâm Y/N.â
      Bucky furrowed his brow and turned his head to look at the prisoner. His eyes flickered to the Nazis, but they could care less as they talked quietly amongst themselves. Bucky asked, âAre you a girl?â
      Y/N shushed him and bent close into his side, muttering into his ear, âThey were never going to let a woman join this war, so I shaved my head and demanded everyone call me by another name. Now, I donât think it matters anymore. They have no real use for us and weâre as good as dead.â
      Y/N leaned away and looked down at the piece of bread in her lap, she slid her legs under her frame and the bread rolled onto her knees. Y/N expertly used her knees to grab the bread and bent her legs so she could bite into her breakfast. Bucky knew Y/N had dismissed him with that and he sighed, attempting at the same trick.
      He watched the bread skitter over his muddy pants and onto the wood floorboards, with a soft sigh of defeat he straightened his legs out in front of him again and collapsed back against the wall. Bucky flexed his numb fingers before rolling his jaw painfully and eyeing the Nazi recruits, seeing that they were busy lighting cigarettes. He would kill to take a drag from a cigarette right about now, but that would probably never happen.
      âYou arenât going to last long if you give up, Barnes.â Y/N drew his attention and bit into the chunk of remaining bread between her knees, she turned her head with the piece in her mouth and raised her brows at Bucky.
      Bucky eyed the bread then Y/N before he leaned forward and sank his teeth into the hard crust. His eyes watered at the immense pain that flourished from the action as Y/N let him have it. He shifted and let out a muffled grunt before pulling his knees up to his chest, ankles bound together, and he held the bread between his knees.
      Bucky struggled to chew the food, but he was grateful he got something into his empty stomach. He glanced at Y/N and choked down a dry bite, before he said softly, âThanks.â
      Y/N just shrugged and slumped against the wall. âYouâll get the hang of it.â
      Bucky didnât quite know what Y/N meant, but he was glad she was smart enough to pay attention to everything.
Hayloft  |  12 Hours Later
       âGet your asses up!â
      Buckyâs eyes shot open and he was met with darkness before one of the Nazi guards lit up a kerosene lantern, illuminating the hayloft in a soft light. He felt a nudge to his left and Y/N was slowly getting to her feet, somehow standing with her ankles bound. The Nazis had their guns slung over their shoulders and were watching the prisoners rise with scowls, the green uniforms looking sinister in the light.
      Bucky attempted to get up but his ankle forced him back against the wall, drawing the attention of one of the guards. The Nazi said something in German before handing the lantern over and advancing towards Bucky, who slightly recoiled as the Nazi crouched in front of him. Bucky forced the lump in his throat down and met the dark eyes glaring into his.
      âWhy canât you fuckinâ get up, American?â The German asked crudely, his accent thick.
      Bucky let the silence drag out and when the Nazi raised his brows, he forced out a reply, âT-Twisted my ankleâŠâ
      The Naziâs gaze dropped to where his ankles were bound and he slid a knife out of his pocket, immediately making Buckyâs breath hitch. He clenched his jaw and leaned away from the blade as the German held it in front of his face.
      âDonât get any ideas, American. Weâll gun ya down faster than ya blink.â
      Bucky relaxed his tense shoulders when the guard gripped the ropes encasing his ankles and swiped the blade through them, snapping the strands. The Nazi slid the knife back into his pocket and stood up, stepping away to take the lantern from his buddy. Bucky had an easier time getting up and favored his left foot when he stood, his bare feet tingling painfully as they regained feeling.
      âListen up!â The guard standing beside the one with the lantern snapped, âWeâre takinâ you to the boss. Heâs choosing who gets to stay here and who gets taken with us, so say your prayers and hope you donât get left behind.â
      Bucky exchanged a look with Y/N, before the Nazis stepped forward and ordered them into single file, the lantern guard climbing down the ladder first that lead to the main ground of the barn. Y/N kept behind Bucky and made sure he didnât fall as he limped across the hay and to the ladder. The second guard was stationed beside it, holding his knife and cutting everyoneâs ropes around their wrists and ankles.
      Once they all made it down, more Nazi soldiers awaited them with guns aimed at the prisoners. Bucky kept his head down as he gimped along behind one of his comrades in the 107th. When he sensed a presence come up beside him, he tensed and anticipated what was to happen, but Y/Nâs hushed whisper eased the tension.
      âSuck it up and put some weight on your foot. You donât want to be left here to rot.â
      Bucky clenched his jaw and applied more weight onto his bad leg, sending tense pains that made his ankle weak. It worked though, because he noticed the Nazis had focused on him again with a gun trained on his form in case he took off.
      They halted in front of the farmhouse and were turned to face the porch, the white paint of the house peeling and the floorboards leading to the closed door tracked with mud. A Nazi ordered for them to raise their hands up and kneel in the mud, the prisoners slowly lowered themselves to the ground and Bucky felt gloved hands wrap around his rope-burned wrists. He grunted as the German jerked his arms behind his back and gripped his wrists in one hand, while pressing the barrel of a pistol against the back of his skull.
      Bucky dared a glance to his left and saw Y/N was in the same position, but her face was devoid of any emotion and her eyes burned with a cold rage. She stared at the door awaiting for the âbossâ and Bucky returned his own gaze to the front door, before it opened and the man who had blasted Bucky in the cheek with his rifle stepped out.
      He had his gloved hands curled around his belt and his black boots were shiny, the Nazi armband no longer dirtied, and his hair was combed back. Bucky blinked and watched as the man strode down the steps and traipsed through the mud to stand a few feet in front of him. He dared not look up at the Nazi and kept his eyes trained on the manâs boots.
      âWe are leaving within the hour and are only taking four of you,â He said gruffly, his accent making it hard to understand, âIf you are left behind, youâll be in the barn tied up again, and we arenât coming back.â
      Bucky squared his shoulders and hardened his features, forcing the pounding of his pulse to ease so he didnât look scared. This was the moment of judgement and if he wanted to see Steve or return to his regiment then he had to get that ticket with the Nazis. The guard behind him gripped the raw skin of his wrists tighter and nudged his hair with the pistol, tilting his head down completely to stare at his knees.
      He heard the Nazi Captain move to the left and approach the end of the ten prisoners, nothing but the sound of breathing and distant thunder filling the silence. Bucky swallowed thickly and heard the Nazi speak in German.
      âTöte ihn,â The Nazi waved his gloved hand and stepped to the next prisoner.
      The guard holding the first one hauled the young man to his feet and shoved him a few steps forward, making him stumble a little ways away. The guard raised his pistol as the prisoner turned and the dirtied man glanced at the Nazi Captain with horror in his bloodshot eyes.
      âI thought we were just getting tied up, you bastard!â
      The Captain looked at the prisoner and pulled out his own pistol. He fired a few shots into the chest of the young man, the bullets sinking into his chest with wet thump-like sounds before the now dead man collapsed into the mud in an awkward position. The young manâs eyes were wide and lifeless, staring blankly up at the sky with his mouth still open, but the blood seeping from his wounds and staining his undershirt was beginning to pool in the mud.
      The Nazi slid his pistol back into its place and ran his gaze over the quivering prisoners, but Y/N and Bucky held still. He simply stated, âI changed my mind. If any of you fuckinâ Americans have anything else to say do say it now.â After a brief moment, he nodded his head and stepped up to judge the second prisoner again.
      Buckyâs ears were ringing by the time the Nazi Captain stood in front of him. The shouts of the young men from his regiment and the 105th, plus the stomach churning sounds of their dead bodies hitting the ground echoed in his head. The Captain reached out and grabbed a fistful of Buckyâs mud-encrusted hair causing a strangled yelp to sound in his throat, but Bucky was tugged to his feet and forced to look the Nazi in the eyes.
      âHowâd it feel when I smashed your face, American?â The Nazi growled.
      Bucky rolled his jaw painfully and tried to ignore the sensation of having his hair being yanked right out of his scalp. He remained quiet and the Nazi released him with a dark chuckle, allowing Bucky to collapse onto his knees in the mud.
      The Nazi Captain ordered, âPut him in the truck with the other two.â
      Bucky felt a wave of relief wash over him and an officer grasped his bicep and jerked him back to his feet, relentlessly tugging him over to the truck that was parked in the road leading to the farmhouse. Bucky had the guns of two soldiers standing at the back trained on him as he clambered weakly into the back. He nearly collapsed once inside the dark truck bed but he managed to plop into one of the long seats beside Y/Nâs form.
      Y/N pulled her head out of her hands and looked over at Buckyâs slumped form. She reached out and straightened out his disheveled hair and Bucky welcomed her gentle touch. He had been man-handled for two days and had one too many guns pointed at his head. Y/N picked some of the mud from his hair and flicked it onto the floor, before she sat back with her shoulder brushing his.
      âIâm glad you arenât dead yet, Barnes.â Y/N said, brushing her fingers over the raw skin encircling her wrists.
      Bucky cracked an exhausted smile and closed his eyes. âThanks to you saving my ass.â
      âI didnât save your ass. I just offered some advice that didnât get you killed.â
      Bucky cast a side glance at Y/N and snorted, âSame thing.â
      âIf my wrists didnât hurt like hell I would smack you.â
      For the first time in what seemed like years, Bucky let a genuine laugh slide past his chapped lips. His face blistered with pain but he couldnât care less because in that small moment of time in the back of a Nazi cargo truck and after seeing five other people get shot to death, he was able to laugh. Bucky felt his lip split open as he smiled and he raised a finger, pressing it to the now bleeding cut before he slightly wet his lips with his tongue.
      Y/N nudged his arm with her elbow. âDonât hurt yourself, Barnes. Iâll probably have to kiss it better.â
      Buckyâs jaw dropped and the quiet prisoner seated across from the both of you had his eyes widen into saucers. Y/N kept a deadpanned expression as she rubbed her wrists and Bucky finally shook his head, before he scratched at the good side of his face with a finger.
      âYou know,â He drew Y/Nâs attention, âif we werenât in the middle of being prisoners of war I might just do it, but some things and some people we just canât haveâŠâ
      Bucky gazed out through the crack of the thick drapes that blocked them from seeing out of the truck bed and spotted the guard just outside step forward. The Captain looked to have hashed out the final prisoner to go with the Nazi regiment and the truck bed slightly teetered as fingers curled around the tailgate, before a prisoner was climbing through the tarp and standing in the dark.
      âSergeant.â The young man nodded breathlessly at Bucky before stumbling over to sit beside the quiet prisoner form the 105th. Bucky ignored him and closed his eyes, waiting for the gunshots to sound. He slightly furrowed his brow when the patter of something began to echo off the truck and Bucky guessed it was raining. Bucky opened his eyes to peek out of the crack again.
      Thatâs when the loud echo of the last shot rang out.
Nazi Camp  |  4 Days Later
      All Bucky ever heard was his own breathing and rain.
      He had lost a sense of time ever since they took them all out of the truck and tied them with ropes again. Bucky had a little relief on his wrists and still could feel his hands, but it didnât matter compared to the deep guilt he felt for Y/N.
      She had been awfully quiet ever since they took her out of the tent to chat with the Nazi Captain a few days ago. When she came back she willingly let the Nazi guard tie her back up and she kept her head down, but Bucky could see the swollen skin around her eyes and the way her chest quivered. Bucky couldnât imagine how such a strong person that had kept him sane in this whole process could be broken down and crying.
      He assumed they found out who she was and just what the Nazi Captain had been doing to her for three days straight. It made Bucky livid and he couldnât act upon anything or he would get killed and that would be the end of the line for him. The other two prisoners that accompanied Bucky and Y/N always talked about rebelling and just making a run for it, but Bucky knew damn well that if it came down to it they wouldnât have the balls to run. Bucky wanted to stop their suffering and just go home.
      Now, it was dark and the rain pattered off the material of the tent they were cooped up in. Bucky was slowly rocking himself side-to-side with his back pressed against the cot he was tied to. He had his eyes closed and was thinking of his last moments with Steve at the Stark Expo. Bucky knew he couldnât change the stubborn punkâs mind and he hoped Steve wasnât alone at the apartment, sitting on the rickety chair in the small living room listening to the radio by himself. Steve was a good guy; a saint compared to Bucky, and if Bucky died out here they would never tell him.
      Bucky let a slow breath ease out of him and he whispered, âIâm sorry, Steve.â
      âWhoâs Steve?â
      Bucky jerked his head up and opened his eyes, fixating his gaze on where he could just barely spot Y/Nâs figure across from him. Her eyes glistened in the dark and as soon as he heard her rasping voice, he was almost leaping at the prospect of sparking up a conversation with Y/N.
      He kept his voice low so it didnât wake the two other prisoners. âSomeone from back home.â
      âIâm assuming heâs family,â She said, her voice scratchy and tired. Y/N closed her eyes and softly cleared her throat before returning to staring into Buckyâs gaze.
      âSomething like thatâŠâ Bucky trailed off, dropping his head again.
      She shifted slightly and managed to extend her legs out to have her feet brush his thigh. Bucky knew it was her way of showing comfort and his chapped lips tugged into a ghost of a smile. Y/Nâs expression changed into a portrayal of utter defeat, she was letting her guard down and the pain in her eyes mixed with the sad smile caused Buckyâs chest to tighten.
      Y/Nâs voice barely carried over to him, âBarnes⊠The things theyâve made me doâŠIâm notâIâm not the person you think I am.â
      âWhat do you mean?â He furrowed his brow and slightly tilted his head.
      She looked away and her lips parted as she sighed, âBack on that field when we were fighting, I wasnât there to kill Nazis. I was planted in the 105th by the Soviets as a spy. They kidnapped me from my original regiment and tortured me for weeks until I would do whatever they said.â Her throat pulsed as she forced herself to not breakdown. âBarnes, you canât even imagine all the enemies Iâve made. The people Iâve killed. I have a lot of blood on my hands and it isnât the NazisââŠâ
      Bucky was frozen in a stunned silence. He allowed the patter of the rain to drown out his sporadic breathing, his eyes flickering over the floor as he tried to string together something to say to that. Bucky finally blinked and met her gaze, his voice was strong and pieced with a certainty that brought Bucky a new sense of purpose.
      âAll the more reason to get the hell out of here.â
Nazi Camp  |  1 Week Later
      Even though Bucky could hardly walk without almost blacking out and he was twenty pounds lighter than he was since he was first captured, Bucky still held strong to the only thing that was keeping him going, and that was the certainty that they were going to escape. Him and Y/N had spent hours figuring out just how the hell they would even make it out of the tent without getting shot, but with them both being skilled military tacticians they figured something out.
      Y/N had drawn the other prisonersâ attention and asked the one closest to the opening if he could tell whether the guard was alone. He nodded and Y/N shifted to where she was facing all of them at once, her eyes trained on Bucky who had a look of determination.
      âI think we have a plan on how to get out of here,â She said.
      The soldier Bucky knew was from his regimentâs eyebrows shot up and he grinned. âReally?â
      âWe canât get too confident yet, but I think weâve really got a shot.â Bucky didnât want to smash the guyâs optimism, but he had to make it known that they might not be able to do it.
      Y/N asked, âYou know how the guards make their rounds through the camp?â The two prisoners nodded and Bucky allowed her to do the talking; he never had been very good at it. She continued, âI get taken out of here once maybe twice a day and am walked through the camp before I reach Captain Löweâs tentââ
      âHow the fuck do ya know his name?â The guy from the 105th interrupted.
      Y/Nâs eyes narrowed and Bucky snapped, âThatâs none of your business.â
      âOh, stay out of it ya fuckinâ pretty church boy. I asked the lady a question.â
      Bucky clenched his teeth and dug his fingernails into his palms, his nostrils flaring as he withheld from lunging at the man, if he took the cot with him then so be it. His gaze flickered to Y/N who simply shook her head and he almost said something before he thought better.
      Y/N replied to the man, âI know his name because Iâve overheard the guards using it, not because Iâm a traitorous bitch, which I know is what youâre thinking.â
      The soldier immediately diverted his gaze and Bucky was slightly impressed by how Y/N knew what he had been thinking. She then jetted into explaining what they were going to do.
      Bucky met Y/Nâs gaze as she sat across from him and he breathed, âHas it been an hour?â
      She nodded and Bucky blew out his hallowed cheeks, before he straightened up and looked at the entryway of the tent. It was only left open during the day and he could see the late morning sunlight casting the shadow of the two Nazis on guard outside.
      Bucky cleared his throat and raised his voice, âHey, I have to take a piss!â
      The Nazi guards shifted and faced each other, exchanging a few gestures before the one on the left ducked into the tent with his gun gripped in both hands. He looked around at the four of them and gruffly questioned, âWho yelled?â
      Bucky snagged his attention and the Nazi slung his gun over his shoulder and approached where he was tied up. The guard crouched beside him and slipped a knife from his side, taking Buckyâs thin wrists tightly in one hand as he sliced through the rope. Bucky winced when the Nazi grabbed his bicep and hauled him up, causing Buckyâs head to swim and he blinked rapidly to make the black dots dissipate from his eyes.
      The Nazi took him out of the tent and jutted a thumb back at the prisoners. âSie haben sie?â The guard nodded and Bucky slightly stumbled as he was walked past a few other tents and Nazis. Bucky noted where the German soldiers were laid out, not seeing the patrol making their rounds, and he finally realized that this was really happening. They were going to get the hell out of this camp.
      Bucky was taken out to the edge of the clearing to the surrounding forest and the guard slightly shoved him forward towards the tree-line, training his gun on Buckyâs dirtied form. He snapped, âMake it quick, American.â Bucky turned away and took a step forward before whirling around and gripping the barrel of the Nazis gun, taking him by surprise and giving him possession of the weapon.
      Bucky chucked the gun aside and lunged at the Nazi, causing them both to fall to the ground with Bucky on top. He curled his fingers into a fist and grabbed the collar of his uniform, swinging with all his strength and knocking him square in the jaw. The Naziâs head sharply snapped to the side before he went limp and Bucky released him, rubbing his now split open knuckles as he rose to his feet.
      âSuck my cock, fuckinâ Nazi,â Bucky growled, bending down to grab his arm and tug him further into the tree-line.
      He stuck him against a rock and began to strip him of the uniform, changing into the soldierâs clothes. Bucky looked down at his own bare body for a moment and ghosted his fingertips over his slightly protruding ribcage, his skin a ghostly pallor with yellowed bruising over his gut. He snapped out of it and pulled up the soldierâs pants on himself, tightening the belt. Bucky changed fairly quickly and adjusted the Nazi armband around his bicep, slightly stumbling down to the creek as he wasnât used to the heaviness of the uniform.
      The water was cool running over his fingers and he made sure to clean his hands of all the grime, before cupping the liquid in his hands and running it over his face. Bucky felt the rough hair scratch his skin as he felt his jaw and he chuckled softly, wondering how he must appear to Y/N. It wasnât easy walking away from that moment of peace as he picked up the Naziâs gun and placed the dark helmet on his head, standing at the edge of the tree-line for a moment as he waited for the signal.
      Buckyâs jaw dropped and his eyes focused on a mortar whistling through the air on the other side of the clearing before it landed in the forest beyond and exploded. He swore he felt the impact deep in his chest and watched as a large plume of dark smoke rose above the trees. Bucky gripped his gun a bit better and began to jog into the camp, seeing the commotion of soldiers as they all were shouting orders and heading to the source.
      He spotted the tent they had been kept up in and the soldier stationed outside had his weapon drawn, watching as a trio of men jogged past. Bucky came up and grabbed his uniform, tackling him inside the tent and pulling out the knife he took from the Nazi. Bucky fumbled with the soldier for a moment before stabbing the knife into his neck, a stream of warm blood spurting over his fingers and immediately causing him to recoil. He stood over the Nazi with his chest heaving, staring down at the man who was clutching neck and choking. Blood bubbled out of his mouth and slid down his chin, before the Nazi stopped struggling and slumped against the ground, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water for a moment.
      âHoly shit.â
      Buckyâs head lifted and he looked at his comrade from the 107th who was gawking at the sight, his eyes glistening with horror. He snapped out of it and wiped the blood off on the pants leg of his stolen uniform, cleaning off the blade with his sleeve. Bucky stepped over the body and crouched before Y/N who was closest, reaching around her to the ropes around her wrists.
      He slightly shook his head and mumbled, âI donât know how you do itâŠâ
      âLöwe has more enemies than I do, Barnes.â Y/N gripped his outstretched hand and he tugged her to her feet. She patted his shoulder and walked over to the dead soldier, taking his knife and gun. Bucky moved to his comrade and helped free him before turning back to Y/N, who was quietly explaining what the man from the 105th should do.
      âWe donât have much of a window and the possibility weâre going to get shot. Either way weâre dead at this point, unless we make it to the tree-line and donât stop,â Bucky said, picking his gun up again and checking the magazine.
      Y/N peered out the open flap of the tent and called back, âClear.â Her demeanor immediately changed and she raised her rifle, posting up just outside and watching her surroundings like an eagle as the two weaponless men ducked out beside her quickly. Bucky came last and they all moved as a close group, immediately turning right to run between two tents and Y/N raised her hand to make them pause before they stepped out into another open path.
      âBarnes, we have two at our three oâclock, which one you calling?â Y/N asked quietly as Bucky came up beside her, looking at where she had her weapon trained.
      Bucky shook his head. âTheyâre heading away, we donât want to draw attention.â
      Y/N slightly lowered her gun and glanced at him before nodding and checking if it was clear again. They all moved swiftly across the footpath and ducked between another pair of tents, but that was when Buckyâs comrade, who was jogging a few steps in front of him, snagged his foot on one of the stakes of a tent, causing him to trip. Bucky froze when he heard two German voices come from the tent.
      âGo! Go!â Bucky whispered urgently, shooing the young soldier forward. Bucky took off running after him as the German men stepped out of their tent and spotted them crossing one of the footpaths. They let out shouts of surprise and immediately ducked back into their tent to grab guns.
      Y/N shouted, âShit! Donât stop!â
      They all came to another footpath and turned left, heading straight for the trucks that were parked at the edge of the line of tents. Bucky flinched when he heard bullets sink into the ground behind him and he turned back to see the two soldiers chasing after them, now firing freely. The commotion began to grab other Nazisâ attention that still remained in the tents and Bucky swore this is how he was going to die.
      âBarnes, fire back!â
      Bucky obliged and turned, pulling the trigger and letting a string of bullets fly in retaliation. He managed to shoot one in the shoulder, but it didnât stop what was going to happen next.
      They all made it to the trucks and immediately took cover weaving around the vehicles to the forest that was at least a hundred yards away. Bucky ducked out of the way just in time to have a bullet hit the frame of the truck he was just in front of, but he kept going only to come to a halt when Y/N had posted up and aimed at the Nazis in pursuit. The other men had kept running and weâre almost to the tree-line.
      âY/N, what the hell are you doing weâre almost there!?â Bucky gasped, crouching behind the vehicle beside her before popping up and firing at the German soldiers.
      Her eyes met his briefly and her breathing was labored, but she managed to reply, âBarnes, if we all make it out theyâre going to hunt us down.â They both rose and managed to take down two Nazis, before taking cover again. She continued, âPlus, Iâm dying anyway so might as well go down fighting.â
      âY/N, what do you mean?â Bucky furrowed his brow and gazed at her.
      Her lips spread into a sad smile and she said, âThey poisoned me the last time they brought me to that Nazi bastardâs tent. He forced me to drink some coffee and justâBarnes, Iâm going to die and I donât need you dying too.â
      Bucky stared at Y/N for a long moment before she reached out with one hand and grabbed the collar of his uniform, yanking him to her and crashing her lips against his. He didnât have much time to enjoy it before she was pushing him away again, tears glistening in her eyes as she begged, âBarnes, go. Iâve got you covered, just please save yourselfâŠâ
      They both rose and had a brief pocket of time as he stumbled away a few steps, his lips parted and his throat constricting as he fought the tide of emotions welling inside him. He finally choked out, âBucky.â
      Y/N glanced back at the soldiers that had finally taken cover behind a few tents before looking back at Bucky.
      He began backing up quickly and gripped the gun tighter. He repeated, âMy nameâs Bucky!â
      She watched him as he turned his back for the last time and took off towards the tree-line, a volley of gunfire following. Y/N cursed and a new bout of rage overcame her, she relentlessly fired at the Nazis and by the time Bucky made it safely to the cover of the forest, a single gunshot sounded. That sound would stay with him for many years after that as he looked back to see Y/N get shot in the head, his breathing leaving him as she seemed to stiffen and slowly fall to the ground.
      Bucky ignored the urging of the other two men who were across a ditch.
      âGod damn it, Sergeant! Weâve got to go now!â
      Bucky couldnât pull his eyes from her form laying on the ground beside the truck and when he finally felt fingers wrap around his bicep, he was snapped out of his trance and looked at his comrade who shared a sympathetic expression.Â
      He said quietly, âIâm sorry, man, but weâve got to go. Sheâs gotten us this far.â
      Bucky swallowed down his tears and clenched his jaw, nodding. With a gentle tug, Bucky was subconsciously following after the young man and the three of them traveled deeper into the forest, eventually losing the Nazis on their tail.
      Bucky never forgot about Y/N.
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