Summary: You were an infiltrated nurse working for HYDRA and takes care of Bucky Barnes, who's still triggered and being used as The Winter Soldier.
Warnings: blood and some kind of violence
Word count: 1.7k
You watched as they brought the Winter Soldier into the briefing room after a long battle of something you were yet to find out about. As a HYDRA’S nurse, you learned to not give fully attention to what actually happened inside the department, but it's not like you actually would. You just wouldn’t be able to talk about that with anyone else as much as you wanted to. He sat on a chair, all sweaty and still panting. He was shirtless, and you could see his chest going up and down with the rhythm of his heart beating.
He was bruised, his left brow was split open, and he had many cuts from what appeared to be from a knife all over his arms and his chest. Alexander Pierce asked for the mission report, but Barnes could barely stand, he had trouble breathing after all. Standing in a corner, you could see his blue eyes were darker and carried something else rather than rage, maybe it was remorse or pain, but you couldn’t tell.
Pierce snapped his face with a sharp slap, and the Winter Soldier kept his head low. “Mission report, Barnes”, he said, his voice was louder, but the man stood still and didn’t say a word.
“The target ran away”, James responded under his breath. He wasn’t panting anymore after a few long minutes, but he had blood running down his face and his neck, along with the fresh cuts from the knife. Alexander let out a scoff and gripped his face aggressively, making him look at his eyes. His hand has a tight grip on his chin, which made Barnes groan over the angriness.
“If you don't do your part, I can't do mine, and HYDRA can't give the world the freedom it deserves. Your work has been a gift to mankind. You shaped the century, and I need you to do it one more time”, the man said.
As soon as he dropped James’ head, the Winter Soldier kept his gaze at an empty space. You knew what he used to do every time he went back from a mission, but in the back of your mind you had some sort of compassion for him. You knew the man in front of you was being controlled by the organization you most feared, but being there to gather as much information as you could might end up helping Barnes somehow.
You just had no idea how you could swallow everything you’ve seen inside that building without regretting that, but maybe it’s the fact that taking down HYDRA would be the most important step for you at the moment.
Pierce demanded them to prep him, but he was out of cryo-freeze for too long. “Then wipe him and start over”. God, that was hard to watch, you’ve seen that before. He just loses his memories from the day once again. As the scientists place a teeth shield in his mouth, they begin the process of wiping his brain as he screams in pain. The sound is terrifying, and try to keep yourself stable for the next part.
You’re in an ER as you wait for James to show up and finally patch him and give him stitches. The man looks miserable, paler than you’ve ever noticed, his hands are still shaking, and his chest is compressed for trying to hold back the pain from the brain machine.
He sits on a stretcher as you prepare to clean his cuts, and you finally look at him in the eyes. They look a mixture of foggy, confusion, pain and anger. Bringing your hand close to his face, Barnes holds tight on your wrist with his metal arm.
“I don’t really need that”, he said. He always speaks with a lower tone, and you can barely hear what he says. You almost let out a scoff, but you’re too intimidated by him, he always has a killer look, and you didn’t want to be his next victim.
“You’re a super soldier, but you’re gonna bleed out if I don’t give you those stitches”, you respond. You carefully place a wet cotton on his brow, and he doesn’t flinch or make any noise, but you kind of understand how he manages to not feel the pain since he’s too used to that. Being too closed to him makes you wonder how that happened to him, because you never really learned about his life or his past, what he used to do and how he ended up there. You only knew about Steve Rogers, but mostly because he was already famous.
With his eyes closed, you can see his expression changes a little with your warm touch, but it could also be because that brings him some kind of comfort. You patch him and start taking care of the superficial cuts on his arms, learning that every inch of his body carries some scars, either they’re deep or small, they’re still there. As soon as you finish everything, you take your gloves off and throw everything in the trash. Behind you, Barnes stands up feeling some sort of dizziness, and you hold him still, making him sit back again on the stretcher.
“You may wanna lie down here and get some rest, your head is still sensitive from the wiping”, you watch him groan and get rid of your touch, but doesn’t complain. James closes his eyes and tries to rest his head on the pillow, but finds it too hard to actually keep his cool as his brain is confused.
“I don’t want to rest”, he whispers. As a nurse, you have the right to give him some medicine for the pain, but you opt to actually make him sleep only for the night. He should be fine, you thought. Pierce and the STRIKE guys wouldn’t show up until the next day.
It was still the middle of the night when Barnes woke up, still feeling his head a bit heavy and his body aching. His temples were pounding, and he found it hard to get his body up from the stretcher, even though he was given painkillers. Funny, a super soldier getting pills for the pain, huh? He went to the bathroom and decided to wash his face, taking a look at himself in the mirror.
The Winter Soldier realized he wasn’t looking his very best in a long time, but that was the third time he had his memory wiped in less than two weeks, and sometimes just couldn’t handle how much it actually hurt. He had no idea what had happened before he lost his memory, he had trouble trying to gather everything inside his head, but he could remember the delicate touch while being taken care of before blacking out.
He realized it was one of the few times he was actually being treated nicely, but then it hit him that it had been a long time since he wasn’t his James self. He knew he wasn’t like that. He knew he was triggered but had no idea how they did that, he only knew it was difficult for him to understand what made him that way, and when he was self-conscious, Barnes also knew he didn’t like that about him.
As soon as he came to his senses after waking up, James gathered his gun and knives and left the building. He went out looking for the target Pierce made sure he wanted out of the picture as soon as possible, and he couldn’t wait to take them down and end the mission before having his mind wiped out once again.
He was sitting at a café next to the apartment lot he learned it was of his victim, where they should be awake soon. Leaned against the chair on a table, the man was hiding his metal arm on a hoodie trying to disguise himself, but the look on his face didn’t give much appreciation to the waiter that came near him to offer him the menu, which he denied.
Not long after he got there, the woman left her place wearing common jeans and a shirt, carrying a purse where she would look for her badge from work. The Winter Soldier left the café and walked towards her, not looking both sides when he crossed the street as fast as he could.
Passing by an alley, he took the chance to drag her to a corner, covering her mouth with his flesh hand, while with the metal hand he made sure she wouldn’t let go of him. Even if she tried, he had a tight grip. You’ve had many self-defense classes over the last year, but nothing prepared you to actually be assaulted at daylight next to your house, which left you feeling hopeless as you didn’t have any moves in mind at the moment.
The man held a knife next to your face but didn’t say a word, until you decided to try and knock your head back on his. You heard a loud thud and figured out he hit his head on the wall, falling on the floor, unconscious, behind you. Not only weren’t you prepared for being harassed, but you also weren’t prepared when you turned around and saw James still blacked out.
“Barnes?”, you asked under your breath as your hands started shaking. You felt like you were spinning around and still had trouble figuring a way out of that. “Ok, ok. Shit, okay”, you tried to keep calm, but you felt like you were numb, your skin was pinching and your stomach was sinking inside your body.
You kneeled next to him and cupped his face, trying to wake up him. Did you kill the Winter Soldier, banging his head on a wall? Was that all that needed? If you actually killed him, what the fuck would HYDRA do to you? What if that was actually planned, and he knew what he was doing? After several minutes, you decided to use your taser on him, only enough to make him wake up. James suddenly opened his eyes and let out a loud gasp as he tried to catch his breath. He looked beyond confused, his eyes were searching for some sense, and he acted terrified.
“Hey, James. Hey, it’s me. It’s (Y/N)”, you tried to calm him, but he was still panting and couldn’t actually understand what was happening.
“Where the hell am I?”, he asked. When he finally looked at you for an actual answer, you realized it wasn’t the Winter Soldier talking to you. You just weren’t sure what just happened and how you would deal with him.
Summary: You and Max Burnett only meet for sex, but this time something is different. He called you, asking to meet him at his expensive apartment, because he had something for you. This is inspired on Gorilla by Bruno Mars. (You can play the song if you'd like)
Max opened the door of his apartment for you, he rested his shoulder on the door frame, wearing a plain white shirt, sweatpants and a Rolex on his wrist. He gave you space to get in, and you left your purse on the table. You noticed he was holding a glass of liquor, half-full, his nose was red, and he was sniffing.
You knew what that meant and stared at his coffee table, a few stripes of cocaine had just been inhaled. Burnett felt like he was floating as the drug was kicking in. Without hesitation, he crashed his lips into yours desperately, pulling your hair with one hand while holding your hip with the other.
He led you to his living room and lay you on his carpet, getting rid of the glass. Still exploring your mouth with his tongue, you felt your stomach sink with the taste of the alcohol in his mouth.
He was drugged and drunk, but he still managed to treat you nicely and carefully. You pulled a strand of his hair out of his face and stared at his blue eyes, darkened after spending the last hour sipping and sniffing. He started to remove the shoulder straps of your dress, stroking your skin with tenderness.
Max didn't care to spend time there and just pushed the fabric down until your breasts came off. You heard him groan in an undertone, his eyes fulfilling with lust while his pupils dilated. He pulled one of your nips in his mouth while cupping the other with a cold hand, the touch made you shiver. He was nipping your skin with furor, making sloppy noises while sucking on it and kissing it.
He was rubbing his thumb on your other nipple, and you made muffled kitty noises under him. Burnett felt his cock throb inside his boxers and kept devouring your skin raw. Max started making a trail on your stomach, leaving love bites and kisses all over your body through your dress until he reached one of your thighs.
He only lifted the dress, unbothered to undress you. You noticed his eyes were red and had this lustful gaze you've never seen before. He made sure to mark your skin, and he squeezed it between his teeth before tearing your lingerie apart with them, and it made you squint.
He looked at you one more time before pulling your legs up to the ceiling, holding them before digging his face into your cunt. You used his shoulders to rest your legs and pressed them together as you felt a long strap of licking of his tongue into your folds.
Max didn't even have to use his saliva as you were so wet, so he used your own juices to make his way into your clit. He spent all his time and gave all his attention to your tiny button, biting and sucking the hell out of it, humming under his moans.
You got your legs up in the sky with the devil in your eyes
Let me hear you say you want it all
Say it now, say it now
You grabbed his hair with both hands while making loud noises, squirming and rolling your hips into his lips. Your brows furrowed, and your eyes widened as soon as you felt two of his fingers thrust between your walls without warning. Max knew better than yourself, that was one of your favorite kinks. Legs up spread, cunt open and wet for him to abuse you as much as he wanted.
But it was different today, he was thirty feet tall and wanted to fuck you mindless. He curled his fingers and found your sweet spot, groaning while eating you whole, his mouth making snap sounds over your clit. You pulled his hair and started thrusting into his face every time he would finger fuck you deeper, feeling intoxicated by the way he was eating and touching you this time.
He didn't want to stop until you came for him, he wanted to feel you pulsate under him until you beg him to stop. "I want it all of you, Max", you whispered, out of breath. You were feeling faint by the way you were trying to inhale all the air, but couldn't wrap your head around it. Your cunt was soaping his fingers, and the sloppy sound it was making let Burnett almost cum inside his boxers.
"That feel good, huh? You like it that way, my little slut?", he breathed into your skin, sucking hard on your clit. You arched your back on the carpet, and he sped up his pace. "I'm going to make you cum like you never did before".
This time everything was different. He usually wasn't romantic, but he liked vanilla sex sometimes as well. He wouldn't call you pet names, either, but it's not like he didn't like rough sex like that. The way he was eating you out for minutes gave you the realization he was willing to make you his sex doll. And you didn't care, because you didn't have a relationship.
Look what you doing, look what you done
But in this jungle you can't run
'Cause what I got for you
I promise is a killer, you'll be banging on my chest
Bang bang, gorilla
It was always pure lust, you knew he worked as a con, and you never agreed with that. He never needed you to accept it, though. You two met in the weirdest day, after he got all the money he was working on to have, you bumped into him. He dropped the bag, and it was heavy as fuck, you tried to pick it up, but he didn't let you.
Even after that, he learned in his gut he wanted to see you again. But he didn't trust anyone, he thought you'd eventually lie to him and take his money. He was obviously greedy as fuck when it came to money, and you only found out about what he did what he did because he let it slip away once.
You hated it at first, you didn't want to keep fucking some nonsense man who would fuck people over for money. But you liked him either way, you liked the way the treated you, even though you weren't sure what it was you had.
Yeah I got a fistful of your hair
But you don't look like you're scared
You're just smiling tell me daddy it's yours
'Cause you know how I like it use a dirty little lover
When Max sucked you harder, you snapped out of your thoughts with a loud moan and broke down, squeezing his head between your thighs, juicing his fingers. Trembling under his touch. You were panting, and your release grew bigger as he kept fingering you. You tried to hold his head back so he could stop overstimulating you, but he didn't.
He grabbed your legs from his shoulders and spread you open for him, leaving a large trace of his tongue into your folds, licking every drop of your liquid, savoring your taste between his teeth. It made you gasp for air as your walls kept throbbing even though you had just come for him. Burnett felt lightheaded when he stared at you, while sucking on his fingers still tasting you, humming.
He quickly dropped his sweatpants and his boxers, his cock slapped his stomach and he pulled you closer, turning you on your stomach, so you were on your fours for him. It didn't take long until he was fully inside you, his length being squeezed by your walls while he was throbbing inside you. He got a fistful of your hair on one hand while holding your ass with the other, whispering disjointed words close to your ear.
You felt his cock hitting your cervix and you whined his name, riding him. You could feel Max grunting and pulling your hair back until you rested your head on his shoulder. He managed to bite your jawline, leaving wet kisses around your neck, sucking on your shoulder.
"Fuck, you feel so good and tight", his voice was husky, and it sounded like a lullaby in your ear. He was rocking his hips on you so hard your skin was making loud noises through his loft. Max didn't let go of your hair and only pulled it harder, proving to you he had you wrapped around his fingers.
He made you groan when you felt his other hand rocking against your ass, and loved the sound you make when you get hit. He slapped your ass a few more times, thrusting into you until his tip reached your cervix.
"Oh, daddy. Yes, right there. Give it to me, you motherfucker", you purred under him and you felt his cock pulsate inside you. He just kept slapping your ass, amused to watch it giggle, and sped up his pumps.
He only stopped giving attention to your ass to grab you around your neck with a tight grip and hummed in your ear. He was feeling blissful and his eyes were burning with pleasure while fucking you mindless. "They're coming after me", he said. "I want to see you cum for me before they get here".
If the neighbors call the cops, call the sheriff
Call the swat we don't stop
We keep rocking while they knocking on our door
And you're screaming give it to me baby
Give it to me motherfucker
You thought he was delirious, his sex was feral and he was still holding his orgasm for long minutes. You weren't sure he was sober after all the alcohol and cocaine. You tried to ask who, but he continued. "I got betrayed, they turned me in". In between his words, all you could hear was his hips rocking against your ass and you were feeling too tired already.
"Let me fuck you right, baby", he said, gasping. He was almost out of breath and the air around you felt too thin. You changed positions, sighing so loud when you felt your core empty without his cock, and laid him on the carpet. Burnett was still holding his look at you with a different gaze. You sunk on him quickly, smashing against his thighs, and he groaned louder than ever.
You got closer to him, crashing your lips together, navigating through his tongue, and he cupped your face. You were riding him as fast as you could and he willingly thrusted into you further as if it would be possible to. You broke the kiss, holding his face with one hand. "What's gonna happen to you?". His balls were hitting you so hard it was making noises.
"I don't know, and I don't give a fuck. I just want to fuck you until I pass out", he breathed against your lips. You started twisting your moves around his cock, and he gasped, closing his eyes and hitting his head against the floor. "Fuck, you're so good".
You were fucking each other for several minutes when you heard footsteps in the hallway. He was right, they were coming for him. He also noticed the cops were approaching and quickly fucked you harder, his tip hitting your cervix as you started to clench around his length.
You were both giving each other wet kisses, exploring each other's tongues as your orgasm started hitting you like a grenade was exploding inside your body. You held your scream at the same time they started knocking on his door, asking for him. You were still trembling inside him, and Max was lustfully getting his own peak and he exploded inside you, splashing his cum around your walls.
He didn't care he was making a noise, he didn't care he so deliciously moaned as loud as he could, and he held your waist so tight it could break you.
I bet you never ever felt so good, so good
I got your body trembling like it should, it should
You'll never be the same baby once I'm done with you
You were still sitting on top of him when they started banging the door one more time. He took his time, cupping your face once again and kissing you, licking your lower lip with passion almost. He throbbed inside you, it was difficult for him to let you go, but it was time.
When you got up you felt dizzy, your heart was racing, your body was all sweaty and your head pounded. You fixed your dress, looking at Burnett as he was pulling his sweatpants up. You only now figured out why he didn't take his clothes off. He knew they were coming, it was only going to slow him down.
"Max Burnett, open the fucking door or we'll break it", the cop yelled. He looked at you, walked to a black bag and handed it to you. "I'm coming, I was in the shower", he said, never leaving your gaze.
As you opened the bag, you found yourself staring at a pile of money. "What is this?", you whispered. "Are you fucking insane?".
"I can't have it anyway. Take good care of it, make good use of it. There's a million dollars there", he explained, simply. "Now go. There's a backdoor close to my suite. I'll find you soon".
He gave you one last kiss as you headed to the backdoor he talked about. You didn't want to meet his eyes before you left. You didn't want to see him turning himself, but it's what he wanted to do. You watched as he opened the door and then immediately got handcuffed, looking forward. If he looked your way, he would be giving you up to them. Worse than that, he would give up turning himself in instead of running away with you.
Summary: You were an infiltrated nurse working for HYDRA and takes care of Bucky Barnes, who's still triggered and being used as The Winter Soldier.
Part One
Warnings: blood and some kind of violence, fluff
Word count: 2.2k
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You definitely shouldn't have taken Barnes to your apartment, and you shouldn't have definitely lied to HYDRA when you told Pierce you had a family emergency. But that was the first thing that came to your mind when you saw the Winter Soldier looking miserably lost when he woke up in the alley, after you knocked him out accidentally.
As you closed your door, you made sure it was locked. It's not like being digital would decrease your chances to be assassinated by anyone.
You looked over your shoulder as James was still confused, trying to keep cool and not freak out, when inside his brain all he wanted to do was ask what the fuck was wrong with him.
He sat on the couch, and you grabbed a glass of water, trying to provide him some comfort. You were as confused as he was, but obviously, it was just like he wasn't triggered anymore.
You both just didn't know it could ever happen so soon. And then it hit you. He was trying to kill you, or at least that's what you thought.
"James, why were you after me?", you asked, giving him some space on your couch as you weren't sure how to approach the man. After drinking the water with just one sip, he didn't look at you. He stared into the window and sighed heavily. He knew why.
He was working on his mind to clarify himself what he was doing. It felt like an eternity when he didn't respond. Some string of hair were falling over his face, hiding his expression, but it was still there.
"They made you my-", he stuttered, he couldn't say that out loud now. His brain was malfunctioning, he was horribly trying to avoid that part in his mind that made him a killer. You saw him make a fist with his metal hand, backing up a few inches from him.
"You were my mission. They know something about you", the last part made you numb for the second time that day.
Of course they would, you were only doing it for a private journalism company, and it's not like they wouldn't know about that. HYDRA just makes everyone's lives miserable, an actual hell. And there you were, standing next to a killing machine who was triggered to kill you.
Maybe you just were too lucky you knocked his head and he was himself again. But for how long? Your eyes became foggy, and you were short of breath, trying to focus on what your next step would be. You just had made yourself a living death.
"I'm sorry, I- They just have to say the damn words. I can't control it", he looked at you with pleading eyes, he was trapped inside his brain, killing every person without his own consent. "I need to stay away from you".
Barnes got up from his seat and stumbled on his feet while you helped him up. He literally had his brain wiped, and then you hit his head on a wall, the man would be lucky if he didn't have a concussion by now.
"I think it's best if you stay in. If we both stayed in", you said. Your breath hit his right ear, and it felt like a lullaby somehow. Something he's never experienced before becoming the Winter Soldier.
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James was looking over your window behind the curtain, not too certain HYDRA was figuring out something might have happened since both of you were MIA. He asked Steve Rogers for help, and he told his long-lost friend to stay low.
Of course you would, but how about the man standing next to you? He would probably be the first one to storm out of there and find HYDRA to blow them all. The more you looked at him, the more you could see how broken he was, how emotionally unstable he was after all he's been trough and done.
You were in the kitchen making something for dinner, you've spent a long stressful and uneventful day. As you were preparing the table, Barnes kept staring at you from across the room, realizing you got yourself and himself out of a tragedy.
Even in such a traumatizing event, he couldn't shake the feeling in his guts that he needed to protect you, and how grateful he was of you for taking care of him even when trapped in his own mind.
"James, I'm sorry if that sounds very nosy. But how did you end up like this?", you were both sitting on the table trying to enjoy the meal you made. You were in complete silence, but it's not like it was uncomfortable. You just didn't want to bother him, but you felt like you needed to know about his past.
"I was a soldier. Last thing I remember about that time was I was in a train with Steve. He tried to save me from falling, and I lost my grip", the was some bitterness in his voice, you felt. But you also learned they knew about each other's existence, specially because Barnes also tried to kill him once.
"And you can call me Bucky, that's how I go for".
You saw a slight grim on his face before facing down your plate. You, somehow, have always been fond of his sweet side. Obviously, he was always impersonating an assassin, but even in his most sensitive moments, like from last night, you would notice it.
"HYDRA took me with them before that, and I was a prisoner in 1943 when they used me and other soldiers as test subjects in Zola's quest to recreate the serum. Two years later, Rogers and I led an attack on the HYDRA train that was transporting Zola to another base. That was when I fell. I only survived because of it, losing my left arm", he explained.
You watched as he looked to his shiny arm, letting a sigh escape. If he could, he would've chosen to die. Bucky would never be that type of man, he would never wish to be in that position, even if it meant he would live decades.
You only knew the smallest part of him, besides the brainwashing, you knew he was capable of doing things any normal person wouldn't.
Right after dinner, he helped you clean the dishes, and you could feel the warmth surrounding you because he was too close. You were just enjoying each other's company there, the TV was on and had a low volume. Bucky exhaled almost loudly a few times and you looked from the corner of your eye, checking on him.
You didn't notice he was having an anxiety attack until you saw his hands trembling after grabbing a fork.
You tried to keep your distance and let him deal with that himself, but the object fell on the floor, and you realized he was having trouble breathing.
"Hey, Bucky. Hey, look at me", you gripped his face as you placed one hand on his chin while the other held one of his hands. Barnes was panting, sweat streaming down his cheeks, and his hair was glued on his forehead.
You looked at him, making him follow you with some breathing exercises. You weren't sure it would help, but you're a nurse, and you learned a lot from health care. He tried to block a panic attack he felt coming, but his hands started to shake even more, and you were losing his grip as his palms were also sweaty.
"Bucky, look at me. Just try to breathe in and out, okay?", you were starting to feel stressed seeing him like that. But the soldier had trouble trying to find pace and started gasping for air.
Things were getting out of hand, Bucky was leaning on the sink and pulling all the air he could inside his lungs, but his brain was working against him. As you tried to help him, you heard him groan aloud.
"Fuck", he complained. "I can't do it". He looked at you, his eyes were watery, and you noticed he was having a hard time with himself. He was still trying to breathe, his chest pounding fast and he was all sweaty.
He still had those same pleading eyes from earlier. The eyes of someone who couldn't understand the things that were happening to him all at once. You had compassion for him again.
You weren't sure if that was clinically effective, but you got closer to him. You were almost also having a panic attack yourself, but you decided to give it a shot when you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
Barnes looked sort of confused when he looked at you while you were too close, and he didn't have time to realize you were doing it to help stop the attack.
You brushed your lips against his, feeling his breath shaky. Steady, you held him tighter and kept your mouth shut, still glued to his. Bucky used his metal arm to wrap your wrist, as he used his flesh one to cup your chin.
It took you minutes to finally breathe after you were both in the same position, and he wasn't panicking anymore. His breathing was regular, his chest stopped pounding, and he wasn't sweating anymore.
Somehow, he didn't want to let go of you, finding himself in a warm environment, which made him forget, just for that moment, about everything else.
"I thought this would help stop your panic attack", you said under your breath, your mouth still brushing his. You both let out a small laugh, before he rested his forehead against yours.
"It was certainly useful", James affirmed. You were still holding each other when the door was smashed, and you saw Alexander Pierce across the room, looking quite amused by the scene. You felt the metal hand squeeze your skin before the soldier threw your table against the enemies with the same hand.
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Bucky made you jump out your window with him. You were so glad he used his metal hand to slip through the wall. It felt like he was spider-man, but when you stood on your feet, you knew it would he much harder to run away from Pierce.
The soldier looked for an attempt to escape, knocking down a man from his bicycle, hoping on it, waiting for you. Shit, this was going to be a wild ride with him. There were cars everywhere, you even saw some helicopters flying around following you two.
You were tensing while holding his abs as he was speeding, passing through dozens of vehicles in a matter of seconds.
You didn't have Steve's number. Hell, you didn't have anybody's phone number and you couldn't call anyone else. While you were figuring a way out of this, you tried to tell him to go underground. A motorcycle would fit into, but not the cars and certainly not even the helicopters.
HYDRA was always one step ahead of their sights, so when Bucky drove past the stairs into the subway station, you nearly hit your head on the floor when he lost his grip from the bike's handlebars.
The last thing you saw was Rumlow snapping his hand across your face before blacking out. You woke up to the sound of footsteps and tried to clear your eyes, before realizing you were trapped in a room inside HYDRA's building.
Your stomach flinched at the thought of Barnes, you knew they were probably going to kill him. Either that or they're going to trigger him again. And you couldn't help but think this time you wouldn't be able to hit his head against a wall only to see Bucky and not the Winter Soldier.
You heard loud screams next to your room and you realized it was him. You didn't know what they were doing, but it was obviously painful.
"I give you a mission and you disappear. When I go after you, you're all lovey-dovey with her?", you heard Alexander ask. And then he laughed. "Are you out of your fucking mind?".
He was yelling and torturing Barnes at the same time. How were you going to help him now you were trapped there? You were probably dying soon anyway.
"That bitch is your fucking mission. Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you, either. You're a lousy soldier", Pierce snapped. Bucky screamed again.
It was when you heard the first words coming out of Pierce's mouth, you knew you were about to become a mission again. “Longing, rusted, seventeen".
"Stop!", he yelled. You could sense he was forcing himself to not get triggered again. But he was trapped inside the room with the others.
"Daybreak, furnace, nine". You heard yourself telling them to stop. One of the guards showed up in front of your cell, holding a gun at you and told you to shut up.
"No!", Barnes said. He was trying to fight it, he was too strong and still couldn't get himself out. "I'm not your pet anymore".
"You keep telling yourself that. Benign, homecoming, one, freight car", each word he pronounced, you could hear Barnes trying to rip free from his restraints.
A deathly silence surrounded the space around you. You could hear your heart pumping in your ears.
"Soldier?", Alexander asked. Bucky had a dark frown on his face.
"Ready to comply". He was there again. Only this time he was just triggered which made him stronger, more powerful and carrying a death stare in his eyes. Which meant you were not going to be able to save him from himself right away.
When you saw his footsteps approaching your cell, you flinched by his gaze and tried to not look afraid of him.
"Bucky, it's me". You said. You couldn't almost be heard, you were just hoping he could recognize you in the back of his mind.
