#its bucky

[1800-l0g4n]

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aftermath

[witch-oftheflowers]

BUCKYYYY!!!

LOOK AT HIMMMM

[honorarystripes]

There is only one person I won't fight back against if he chose violence. He knows who he is.

[childrenoflight-darkness-nothing]

I dont know if this js bucky on this marvel display, but. it's bucky now

[marvel-noms]

Whose taken in Tony the most? Strange, Steve or Bucky?

Well Tony is usually a pred but honestly it depends on

1. Who's in the area.

2. Whos been resisting the urge, and

3. How long it's been sense the genius has slept.

Having said that- normally Bucky

[talk-geek-to-me]

You’re Safe With Me

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: cursing, torture, i would say some light gore

Disclaimer:

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“She’s been captured by the target,”  rang through Bucky’s ears as he stumbled through the compound. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, he stomach dropped when those words came out of Steve’s mouth. He felt distraught, but the anger rose in him like a phoenix from the flames.

You had been sent on a mission to find out where Klaw was hiding with Steve and Nat, when your comms went out. You were suppose to rendezvous at the Quinjet if your comms went out, but when Steve and Nat returned, they were only found a case that contained a piece of your black and silver lined suit covered in what Steve hopes to be someone else’s blood, signifying that you had been captured.

***

Your cheek throbbed as you took one punch after the other. You snapped your head back up at the abuser, sweat and blood glistened down your face as you breathed heavily.

“You’re going to regret doing that,” You hissed, spitting blood at your abuser.

“What are you doing to do, little girl? Fight me?” He chuckled, wiping the blood off his face.

“My team’s looking for me,” you struggled against the restraints on the chair you were tied to.

“No, if they were, you’d be safe. You’re not safe,” He picked up a knife from the tray that sat on the table, and made a quick cut on your cheek. You didn’t feel it until air touched the fresh wound. 

You stared at the man, unfazed by the stinging from the cut on your cheek. You watched him drive the knife into your thigh. Feeling a groan rise in your throat, you pushed it back down because if you didn’t, then he’d know the torture was getting to you. That Zemo was winning.

“Doesn’t anything hurt you Avengers?!” He screamed at you, taking out a gun and aiming at you. You heard the gunshot, and felt it tear through your shoulder as if it were paper, causing you to let out the scream you’ve been holding in for the past day and a half.

“There it is,” He let out a satisfied chuckle. “It’s been a day since we started this. You still think they’re coming for you?” he tilted your head towards him, so he could see the pain fill your eyes.

“They’re coming for me,” Your voice was so quiet, he had to lean in closer to you. Taking the advantage of how close Zemo was to you, you lurched forward and took hold of his ear with your teeth, and pulled back as he tried to pull away, screaming. You pulled back harder, snapping your head harder back, you managed to tear off his earlobe.

“You tore off my earlobe!” His hand flew to his ear in hopes to stop the bleeding.

“And you fucking shot me!” You retorted, spitting out his ear.

“Kill her!” Zemo order the other two men in the room as he fled through the back door.

As the men came closer, talking about ways to hurt you more before killing you slowly, a crash came from the door that was in front of you. The two stopped, looked at the door, the back to each other, confusion displayed on their faces made you chuckle.

“Why are you laughing? We’re literally going to kill you now,” The tall one sneered. A scream interrupted his bickering, as he looked back at the door. “Go check that out,” he ordered his shorter partner, who reluctantly did so.

“I’ll make this nice and slow,” The tall one picked up a bigger knife, making your eyes grow slightly. He brought the knife to your bullet wound and pressed the bullet further into it, causing you let out a string of profanity that would make a sailor blush.

The door flew open, practically off it’s hinged, causing you and your new abuser to look at who it was. A weak laugh escaped your lips, as your eyes met the familiar ones of your boyfriend’s.

“I told you. My team was looking for me,” Bucky was dressed in his Winter Soldier suit, his face was covered by his muzzle. His gun was lifted as he strode into the room, his eyes filled with anger as he looked at the Tall Russian. 

The Tall Russian ran towards Bucky, knife raised and prepared to do some damage to the Winter Soldier. Only, it didn’t work. Bucky had shot him in the knee, and hit his temple once the Russian met the floor.

“Bucky,” you smiled weakly as you tried to get free, making the pain in your shoulder grow.

“Don’t move sweetheart. I need you to sit still,” He was immediately by your side, applying pressure to your shoulder.

“Who else is with you? There must be a lot of men placed through out this place,” 

“Steve is handling the rest of the guys, and Nat is piloting the Quinjet,” He tore the sleeve of your suit, and tied it over the wound. He also got the knife out of your thigh, and used the other sleeve of your suit as a makeshift bandage. Once he got you bandaged and out of the restraints, he helped you stand. He slipped an arm around your waist, and placed your not wounded arm around his neck.

You and Bucky met up with Steve in the middle of the abandoned building. You saw Steve release a sigh of relief when he saw that you were alive.

“Nat, pull up to the east side of the building. We need to get her to Helen Cho, immediately,” Steve said, seeing that you had lost a lot of blood, and immediately applied more pressure to your shoulder to get the bleeding to stop.

You heard the roar of the engine before you could see the jet. You knew you were going home. You knew you were going to be safe. Tears brimmed your eyes as a smile crept on your lips.

***

Bucky had taken off his mask, and undid his jacket a bit, to get more comfortable as he sat in the chair that was placed next to the table you were laying on.. His hand took a hold of yours, intertwining your fingers. Helen was using the tissue re-generator to repair the broken skin on your thigh. She was going to have to do surgery on your shoulder to get the bullet out.  

You looked over at Bucky, feeling every single emotion from the past two days rush through you. You began to cry, hot angry tears mixed with happy cold tears.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok doll,” He quickly brushed away the tears before they hit the table. “I’m here, you’re safe. You’re safe with me,” 

“I thought he was going to kill me,” You muttered, wiping away the stray tears.

“I know,” His eyes softened as he looked you over. He looked at the wounds on your cheeks, your lips, your knuckles. He knows you had put up a fight. You’re his girl, he taught you most of the combat skills you know. His heart broke when he saw you slumped in the chair, he wanted to kill every single person that was in that building. 

“We’re going to find him (Y/N), I promise,” He kissed the back of your hand. “But for now, I need you to rest doll. I promise, you’re going to be safe here. With me,”

[bukatra]

[sortagaysortahigh]

The way ive written 25k of a fic and havnt finished ts yet </3