#tws!bucky

[becca-e-barnes]

heyyy becca i’m back with a painfully seggsy photo🧎‍♀️

lord have MERCY i want to know exactly what that hand can do 😩 love me some tws! bucky - 🌙

Eughhhhhh I love tws!bucky so much, he's the filthiest mf around, I just know it and this photo is SO HOT 😵‍💫

Because he'd totally get off on getting you ready to take him. That man is a nice size for sureee and there's no way he'd be able to fit without some rather intense prep.

And the thought of him just needing to take you? Like he has the most primal urge to leave you a fucked out, senseless, quivering mess.

He maybe has you cuffed to the bed, holding one of your thighs down with his metal hand to keep your legs spread. Two fingers of his flesh hand are slipping in and out of your body, his tongue occasionally lapping at your clit as his fingers keep moving.

His fingers curl and scissor inside you, spreading your soft, velvety walls in the filthiest way, keeping you suspended right on the edge of an orgasm and never giving you enough to let you slip over the edge.

"Soldat, ohhh, soldat please." You sob, rolling your hips with everything you've got, trying to work yourself to orgasm.

"Stop moving." He orders, holding you down with his metal hand on your lower tummy, working his fingers even faster. "You're not allowed to cum. Do you understand, little bunny? I still don't even have three fingers inside you yet, never mind my cock." He watches as your eyes roll back, the threat of a third finger is almost more than you can handle.

He's so damn focused, gauging every last flutter of your body, working you until you're right on the edge and then easing off. When he thinks you can take it, he slides both fingers back out, lining the third up beside them and pressing back in. His tongue flicks at your clit, giving a welcome distraction from the stretch and fuck, it's heavenly.

"Soldat... This isn't fair." You sob, tugging at the restraints.

You see him raise an eyebrow, his fingers slipping from you completely before he stands up and presses all three to your lips. You suck greedily, moaning at the taste of your own arousal before even that is taken away from you.

You weren't quite prepared for the sting of his flesh hand colliding with your cheek. He didn't slap you hard by any means, just hard enough to make you draw back a little.

"Okay little bunny. Have it your way. I'm gonna make myself fit if that's what you want. Gonna slide every fat fuckin' inch into you. And since you're so damn impatient, you're still not getting off until I tell you to. You got that?" He whispers, freeing his dick snd jerking it slowly.

"Y-yes soldat." You whisper, wondering if this was the best or the worst decision you've ever made.

"Deep breaths, bunny. Stay focused." There's a soft smirk on his otherwise stoic face, the blunt tip of his length lined up to your dripping entrance but before he splits you open, his flesh fingers clasp around your neck.

[hailhydra920]

Sick

Pairing: Soft!Winter Soldier x reader

Summary: The Winter Soldier takes care of you when you’re sick.

Warnings: None

A/N: I’ve been sick, and I just wanted a Soft!Winter Soldier to hold and take care of me. Is that so much to ask?

           It was quiet and dark, like a blanket had settled inside the huge house. Taking careful steps, Winter edged toward the kitchen silently. Opening one of the cabinets, he dropped a few cans of soup into his backpack, along with a couple things of medicine. Moving into the fridge, he tossed a few bottles of water and soda into his bag. He knew it was wrong to steal, but you were sick, and you were always his first priority. Besides, these people were dripping with money. He wouldn’t be stealing if he had money, but when you escape from Hydra, funds tend to be low.

           He took a few more things and made his way toward the window. He took one last glance around the house to make sure he left no traces of him, before sneaking out of the house. He made his way toward where you guys were currently staying, which was a rundown abandoned house downtown. As he neared closer to the house, he could hear your painful coughs, and he winced. It sounded like it hurt a lot.

           He entered quickly and set his backpack down as he took in your current state. You were shaking and curled up into a ball as another round of coughs forced their way out. Your eyes were rimmed with red, and Winter walked over to you. He pressed his lips to your forehead and sighed when he noticed your fever wasn’t down.

           “I got some stuff to make you feel better.” He mumbled as he grabbed his backpack and pulled a few things out.

           “W-winter,” You voice was hoarse from all the coughing. “Where did you get all that stuff?”

           Shaking his head, he opened one of the medicine bottles. “It doesn’t matter where I got it. You’re what’s important. Now open up.”

           You partially sat up and slowly drank some of the medicine he had poured for you before laying back down. “Baby, please tell me you didn’t kill anyone for this stuff. It looks expensive.”

           “I didn’t kill anyone, promise. I…I don’t do that anymore.” He said twisting the cap back on as he looked at you fondly. “Would you like some soup?”

           You nodded your head just as you broke into another coughing fit. He kissed your forehead and wandered over to the kitchen area to get the stove working. Once he managed that, he grabbed a spare pot from the cabinet and began heating up the soup. He looked at you as you pulled up the thin blanket tighter against you and shivered. He hated seeing you like this, mainly because there was only so much he could do. Your body would just have to fight this off.

           The soup finished and he poured some into a bowl. He helped you sit up all the way and he sat on the edge of the bed with the bowl and spoon in his hands. He dipped the spoon in the soup and gently blew on it before holding the spoon to your mouth.

           “Winter, baby, you don’t have to feed—” You coughed again, and Winter squeezed his eyes shut.

           “Just…just please let me help you. Let me do something good.” He whispered as he lifted the spoon toward you again.

           You weakly nodded and let him feed you. He was patient and made sure not to give you too much, or you might throw up. He doesn’t think his heart can bear seeing you like that again. He brought a water bottle to your lips as you sipped it. You needed to stay hydrated. After he screwed the lid back on, he set it on the bedside dresser, along with the soup bowl. Winter gave you some different medicine and checked your temperature again by pressing his lips to your forehead again.

           “Seems to be going down.” He whispered against your skin. “That’s good.”

           You wrapped your body around him, and he held you tightly. Feeling your body shake with coughs, he rubbed your back soothingly and peppered kisses into your hair.

           “I’ve got you.”

           Once your body calmed down, he gently laid you on the bed and spooned you from behind.

           “You need rest.” He breathed. “I’ll be right here. And I promise, Hydra will never take us away from each other. I…I love you.”

           You yawned and reveled in his warmth. “I love you too, Winter. Thank you for taking care of me.”

           “No need to thank me. I’ll always care for you. Now rest.”

           He held you close as you drifted off. He thought about how one day you two wouldn’t need to run anywhere and he could give you everything you needed. And you would both be happy. He sighed before closing his eyes, images of better days playing in his dreams.

[ruckystarnes]

Title: From Another Time Author: RuckyStarnes

Card: B105 Rating: Teen Event: @buckybarnesbingo Square: K4: AU!Bucky Never Fell

Characters: 1950s!Bucky, TWS!Bucky, F!Reader Ship: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Words: 685 Warnings: swearing, breaking and entering, cliff hanger Summary: Bucky comes home to find a stranger in his kitchen

Type: Moodboard | Fic

The soldier looked around the house that he found himself in, slight confusion in his eyes. It had seemed like the machine that HYDRA was working on had finally worked. They had to have known, otherwise they wouldn’t have sent him through after so many other subjects have been sacrificed. He was their best asset.

His eyes traveled over the living area he had found himself in, taking everything in. A framed photo on the wall grabbed his attention, one that Karpov had instilled into his memory. It was the same one that HYDRA had viewed through the first portal they opened in that spot. A familiar face stared back at him.

It had been almost fifteen years since Bucky was a prisoner of war, experimented on by German scientists and rescued by his best friend. But after that, his body and life haven’t been the same. Whatever the scientists did, they gave him increased strength and boosted his immune system. The government wanted to do their own experiments on him once he got home, but Howard Stark was able to pull some strings and bury Bucky into a small town in Indiana, where he managed to move on a little from the horrors of war and fell in love, and got married.

Bucky parked the car in the drive and turned off the ignition, cutting off the song. His wife continued to sing softly, her soft, melodic voice made him smile. They had just come back from a day at the beach, one the last few trips they would have together before the baby came.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a bashful giggle, her cheeks reddening. 

“Like what?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Like some lovesick fool.”

“Because I am a lovesick fool for you, sugar,” he replied, giving her a boyish grin before taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Stop your sweet talking, Bucky Barnes. You don’t have to try to woo me.”

Bucky laughed and let go of her hand and opened his door, closing it before jogging around to open her door and helped her out. He waited for her to have her balance before letting her go to walk to the house without him. He needed to get the bag of beach things from the trunk. Just as he slammed the trunk he heard his wife let out blood curdling scream. He dropped the bag and ran towards the house, his heart thumping hard as fear welled up in him. Worst case scenarios raced through his brain, his strength (that he has hidden the last fifteen years) busted the door off the hinges, eyes searching the living room for her.

She wasn’t there.

He called her name, but there was no answer, but he could hear footsteps and a sniff coming from the kitchen. It had been almost two decades since he was in the war, but it’s hard to stop being a soldier. He moved silently, reaching into the drawer of the table next to the door for the gun he stored there, just in case. He crept quietly towards the door that led to the kitchen, taking in a breath and steeled himself for what could be lying behind it. He cautiously pushed the door inward with a hand as the other held the gun high, eyes scanning the floor for his wife. They caught sight of her baby blue heels at the table, following up to see she was sitting on a chair, which gave him immense relief. He rushed forward, saying her name as he placed the gun on the table. Hands cup her face, his eyes looking her over to see if she was in pain and he needed the reassurance that she was okay. 

But her gaze never met his. It was fixed over his shoulder by the refrigerator. 

“Baby?” he asked softly, as he slowly looked over his shoulder, eyes settling on a dark figure against the golden walls. It was unsettling. The figure was that of a man, his hair long and hung around his face, which was half covered by some sort of black mask, concealing his nose and mouth. But when he met the man’s eyes, everything seemed to stand still.

Those were his eyes.

“What the hell,” he breathed, his hand reaching for the gun. Before his fingers could graze the metal, the other man drew one of his own and aimed it at Bucky’s wife. He could feel his wife’s hand grip his wrist, intaking a sharp breath.

“Ne,” the man in black grumbled, thick with an accent. He continued to rumble off foreign words, words that Bucky knew was Russian. And even if he couldn’t understand what was being set, he understood the tone. He was to not to pick up the gun, otherwise his doppleganger was going to shoot his wife.

“Why are you here?” Bucky asked, forcing his voice to be more steady than it was. He would do anything at that moment if it meant that his wife and child were safe.

The dark man pulled something from his pocket that looked like a lighter, but there was a dark button on it that he pushed, and in a blink, a warbling ring grew in the space between them. He took steps towards them, placing the silver box back into his pocket, and gripped Bucky’s arm and threw him into the shimmering area, and Bucky knew he was never going to see his family again.

[spencerrrxid]

*slams table* GIVE ME TWS!BUCKY FICS TO READ

[iamcmims]

The Winter Soldier — Some Nights: One

Words Count: 2K

A/N: And here we are with my very first Marvel story. Of course, it is with this Chubby-dumpling! Enjoy :)

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Celeste enters the Avengers building and walks to the security. They check for any weapon, "all clear. You can go." Celeste takes her belongings back and walks to Tony's office. When she enters the main room, she sees some of the Avengers. "Is Stark here?" Steve stands up, "who's asking?", "A friend." Answers Celeste. Bucky stands next to Steve. Celeste looks at him then at Steve. "Celeste Carter. I got something that belongs to him.", "I'll get him." Celeste looks over Steve's shoulder and sees Vision, she nods.          Vision enters Tony's office without knocking, "how many times have I to tell you to knock before entering any room.", "Perhaps this time you'll let it go. A friend of yours is here to see you. She calls herself Celeste Carter." Tony looks up from his computer and leans back in his chair. "This ain't good.", "Pardon?", "Nothing. Nothing." Tony stands up and unbuttons his jacket. They both walk to the main room where Celeste and the other Avengers are. "Celeste Carter." Tony holds his hands in the air, arms open, Celeste crosses her arms. "Tony we have to talk. Now.", "Well, why don't we do this here, in front of witnesses and superheroes?", "Tony." He grimaces and sighs. "After you." They walk to Tony's office, Tony closes the door after him. "What can I do for you, Celeste?", "I thought I told you not to give my parents any dime." He scratches the back of his neck nervously. Celeste rolls her eyes. "Yes, I found out. I'm not stupid, Tony. My parents are not capable of finding this amount of money on such short-term notice." She takes a check out of her jacket and puts it on his desk. "I can deal with it myself, I always have.", "Yes, and look at you! You worry more about your parents than you take care of yourself. Celeste, just accept this check, please.", "And owe you? No. I made it this far without owing anybody.", "You don't have to owe me anything! That's just what friends do!", "No! I said no, Tony! I'm not taking your money! Friends listen to each other, let the other rant on and on, but they unquestionably do not put one another into this position! If I come to you it's because you will be here to listen, it's because you're the only person I trust and can rant to without feeling judged! I didn't ask for your money." Celeste walks past Tony and leaves the office, Tony follows her, angry. When they both re-enter the main room, the team is still here, they turn around and look at them. "It's not just about my damn money, Carter. You don't want my help. You think you can deal with this by yourself but you can't! Yes, you've done it many years but for God's sake just let me help you!" Celeste stops walking, Tony almost bumps into her. She slowly turns around. "I don't want your pity, Stark. You can shove your money up your ass. I just asked for a friend. Not a banker!", "But I want to help you! That's what friends do!", "Oh come on!" Celeste throws her hands in the air. "Tony, I didn't ask you to repair my parents' mess, I just asked for your support, moral support, not financial! A friend would've understood that.", "You know what a friend would've never done? He would never have pointed out the weight you lost from worrying too much, you selling your family jewelry, or working three jobs. He would never have pointed out how tired you look!" Celeste looks at Tony, speechless. Silence falls upon the whole room. Celeste nods and turns around, leaving the building. Tony turns around and walks to his office. No one of the team talks, shocked by what just happened. "Perhaps we should see how Mr. Stark feels after this encounter." Wanda puts her hand on his arm and shakes her head. "No, Vision. Just leave him alone." She gently smiles at him. Bucky stands up and walks to the windows, he looks outside and watches Celeste get in her car, a frown on his face.

"So what are we going to do?", "I don't know, mom! We're going to find out, but there is no way we're borrowing money from anyone." Celeste's mother looks down and nods. Celeste sighs and sits down next to her. "We're going to find a way. We always do. We will be fine. I promise." She puts an arm around her mother and looks in front of her at an invisible point, trying to believe her own words. Was she really going to be fine, this time?          "Hello? Yes, I'm Celeste Carter, I'm calling you as I saw you were searching for beautiful pieces of jewelry. I got some that might interest you." She takes a pen and writes down an address on a napkin. "Okay. It's a date then. See you tomorrow, bye." She hangs up and sighs. She closes her eyes and takes deep breaths then stands up and walks to a drawer, she gets out two necklaces and a diamond ring. "I'm so sorry, Grandma…" Celeste sucks in a shaky breath and closes her eyes, letting some tears fall.

The next day Celeste gets ready to her meeting with the man that might buy her grandmother's jewelry. She takes the pieces and puts them into their velvet boxes. She leaves her apartment and gets into her car, driving to the meeting address.

Tony avoided everyone the whole day, dismissing anyone that would knock on his door or catch him outside of his office. He was tense, and everyone could feel it. "I hate this mood." Says Bucky, frowning. "It's uncomfortable." Steve raises his eyebrows. "You're okay?", "Human feelings, or moods. I didn't fully catch up on it.", "Yeah, me neither. Tony's pretty pissed though.", "Well, he's in the wrong, anyway." Steve sits straight. "Actually, no he's not. He just wanted to help her.", "And she didn't want him to. Steve, before you became Captain America, everytime you got into a fight, and I would try to help you, you pushed me away, saying 'I can take care of myself' or 'I could do this all day.' But you really couldn't.", "Yeah, well, it's different.", "How come?" Steve was about to answer when Celeste entered to room, "where is he?" Bucky grimaces, "his office." Celeste walks into Tony's office. She opens the door and slams it shut. Tony jumps, surprised. "I'm going to kill you, Stark.", "Wait—" He stands up and puts his hand in the air, "—just hear me out.", "Ten seconds.", "I know how much you love those pieces of jewelry, so I thought that maybe if I found a way to—," "You are listening to my phone calls! What the hell, Tony?!", "I admit I've been a bit too far—," "A bit too far?! A bit too far! You've got to be kidding me. I'm going to kick your ass, Stark. I can't believe you've—" Celeste is cut when something broke the window of Tony's office, exploding. Both of them are on the ground. After a moment and a ringing noise in her ears, Celeste looks around, "Tony?!" Tony stands up and takes her arm, "come on, run. Go!" The alarm in the building rings. They leave the office and run to the main room. "What the hell was that?" Asks Steve. "I don't know! It was in perfect timing with Celeste's threats, though.", "Oh come on, Stark. If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now. Trust me.", "Anyway, we need to find out what happened and who did this." Tony looks at Celeste. "What?" He raises his eyebrow, and she sighs. "No. Whatever is in your mind, just no." Bucky looks at Steve with a confused look, Steve shrugs. "Care to explain?" Tony looks at Celeste. "Come on.", "What?", "Bring her." Celeste's eyes widen, "no. No way.", "We need her! You know it, just get back in there!", "No!", "Celeste, someone tried to kill us.", "Kill you. You. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Not my fault if you've got too many enemies.", "Like you got none!", "I'm not bringing her back!" Another explosion hits the building. Steve, Bucky, and Tony look at Celeste. "Carter.", "Fine! Fine. Just give me my suit.", "Suit?" demands Bucky, confused. Tony raises an eyebrow, but can't help the smirk on his face. "What makes you think I kept it?", "You're Tony Stark! You just don't give up!" Tony smirks. "I hate you.", "It's a lie." Celeste rolls her eyes. Tony turns to Steve and Bucky. "Call everyone in." Steve nods. Celeste and Tony leave the room.          Celeste and Tony enter the main room where all of the Avengers are. She has a combat suit on her, Tony smiles. "When I thought I'd never wear this." Says Celeste, looking down at herself. "It's been a while, Indigo Fighter." Celeste rolls her eyes at Tony's remark before he focuses himself on The Team. "Okay, so what the hell happened back there?" Natasha shows on a screen the damages on the building. "The south and west wings are touched.", "Okay. Bucky, Steve, Nat, west wing." The three of them nod and leave the main room. Tony looks at Sam and Celeste, "and the three of us, my office." Tony leads the way to his office, Sam and Celeste following him. "I've heard about you, you know." Celeste looks at Sam who had a smirk on his face. "I mean, I've heard about Indigo Fighter.", "Yeah, well, she's dead. Gone.", "Seems like Tony isn't ready to let go.", "Is he ever?" Sam doesn't answer. They get inside the office. Sam flies out of the room and looks at the damages. "Scan everything." Sam pushes a little button on his goggles, scanning the explosion location. Celeste looks around the room for any hidden camera or micro. She hears a sound behind the door, she turns around quickly and sees someone passing fast. "Shit. Someone's here." Tony and Sam look at her. "You guys stay here and figure it out. I got it." She leaves the room and looks around, no weapon in hands. "Whoever you are, you're cornered. It's a building full of Avengers and most incredible agents. You have no way out." She walks slowly and quietly. Then the stranger runs out of the room, Celeste follows him. "Steve, someone's here, he's coming your way.", "Got it."          "Guys get ready. Someone's coming." Just as Steve finished his sentence, the man and Celeste arrived at the door. Bucky looks at Steve. "Stay in position." Bucky nods. Celeste slides and kicks the man in the ankle making him fall. She stands up quickly, so does he. He throws a punch at her, Celeste dodges, grabs his wrist, twists it and brings his arm behind him. She kicks his knee, making him fall to the ground. "Got you." Steve smiles, him, Natasha, and Bucky walk to her. "Who are you working with?" The man looks at Steve and smiles, he then looks away. "Fine. Let's just bring him to a cell." Celeste makes him stand up. "You move and snap your neck." The man laughs. Natasha smacks his head, "if you think she's joking, you're playing with fire." Natasha and Celeste look at each other and smile. "Fighter." Natasha nods at Celeste. "Widow." Celeste does the same.          "You have no weapon on you." Celeste shrugs at Bucky's remark, "I don't like guns. I mean, I know how to use it. But I don't like them. Even more, wearing them, it's heavy and hard to fight with.", "You sound like Nat.", "We trained a lot together." Bucky comes and sits next to Celeste. "How did you become Indigo Fighter?", "H.Y.D.R.A kidnapped me when I was a newbie at S.H.I.E.L.D. They thought I had some kind of information or whatsoever. Turns out the only location I could give them was where the changing room was." Bucky scoffed. "They kept me for three years. For the first year, they tortured me. Then they saw that I wasn't going to give anything up. So they tried to use me as an asset. I didn't want to, but I needed to learn how to fight better, how they fight. So I played their game, made them think I was with them. I learn their techniques, their secrets, I became them. Then, when I was strong enough to fight my way out of there, I did. But it wasn't safe and sound. Three bullets in the right leg, I walked as much as I could until I fell. I lost so much blood, but thanks to some people that rescued me, healed and took care of me, I'm still alive. I stayed with them four years, they also trained me, way more and better than H.Y.D.R.A. More complicated. When they felt like I was ready to go back to my world, they let me go. When I came back, a lot of things changed. The Avengers and everything. Tony tried to hire me, the S.H.I.E.L.D too, but I said no. So, I went and worked for Tony for a moment. Then I met Nat. But, no matter how much I trained and helped people, I vowed to never go back to this world.", "But here you are." Celeste looks at her hand that was injured when the explosion happened in Tony's office. "Indigo Fighter died when she came back here. But no matter what, there is always someone who wants her to come back." Bucky looks at her, "you're a legend here. I keep hearing agents talking about you. Sam is acting like a little boy. Tony's smiling all the time.", "I'm not coming back." Celeste shakes her head, looking in front of her. "Can I ask you something?" She turns and looks at Bucky. "Sure.", "What were you and Tony fighting about?" Celeste smiles and looks at her hand. Bucky studies her face closely. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked.", "I've known Tony for quite some time now. He always tried to fix things for me. But this time this isn't something he should fix—", "I don't think this is something you should fix either, Celeste. From what I've heard, you've done already enough.", "They are my parents, Bucky.", "And you're their daughter, not their savior. Nor their mom.", "Gosh, you sound like Tony." Bucky grimaces, making Celeste laugh. "What if you come back and work for Tony? I mean, this could help you.", "And he would win.", "So this is what it is all about now?", "Kinda, yeah. I'm going to find a way. I will." Celeste smiles at Bucky, a smile that didn't even look 100% real.  "I've heard a lot about you, too. Winter Soldier." Bucky has a look of guilt and regret. "I know what H.Y.D.R.A. does to someone, I do. Whatever you've done, this is not your fault. It's theirs. All you can do is use this anger to destroy them, to make them pay, but to be better than them.", "I wish it was this easy.", "It's not. It's something you have to train for, just as you trained to become The Winter Soldier.", "I've done things—" Bucky doesn't finish his sentence, Celeste looks at him, not talking, letting him finish his sentence. "Even if they made me do it, I've done them, I remember all of them. They haunt me every night. And if I'm lucky, I can go a day without any ghosts.", "Since when a soldier relies on being lucky? You've got to make it happen. What do you do when a battle is in front of you, when an opponent has a weapon?", "I fight.", "So what are you waiting for? This is a battle to be won, Bucky. Nothing you don't know.", "Then let's make a deal."

[becca-e-barnes]

who let tws!bucky be so fine oml 😵‍💫 i just want his fingers in my mouth

Ooooooh yes please

Because those metal fingers gripping your chin, dipping into the soft hollow of your cheeks making you open your mouth?

And two of the fingers of his flesh hand slipping past your parted lips, into your hot wet mouth and you timidly close your lips around them.

And maybe he’d been totally stone faced up until then. He doesn’t give anything away, keeping eye contact with a totally neutral expression. But as soon as you begin to shift your tongue, tasting his fingers, he lets out the most primal grunt.

“Suck them. Get them wet for your Soldat.” He groans under his breath, maybe in Russian?

He’d be so fucking captivated by you with your sweet doe eyes and all that innocence he so desperately wants to preserve and corrupt at the same time.

[ruckystarnes]

Title: The Soldier's Play Thing

Author: RuckyStarnes

Card: B018

Characters: TWS!Bucky Barnes, OFC!Briony

Warnings: kidnapping, held captive, vomiting, drugged

Rating: Mature (just because of themes)

Words: 1,318

Written for: @agonyapril2022 | @buckybarnesbingo | @badthingshappenbingo

Event: Agony April | Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022 | Bad Things Happen Bingo

Prompt/Square: Day 7 (Alt 3): Strings | C4: Abducted | I5: Leave Me Alone

Summary: Briony wakes up in what she though was her garage but really it was a makeshift cell. She doesn't know how she got there, or who took her, but she knows that she has no chance of leaving.

Type: Drabble | Moodboard

Briony’s head hurt and her body ached. She was laying on something hard and cold, and she squeezed her eyes tight as blinding pain erupted from her body as when she moved. Her hand felt beneath her: cold and rough.

Shit, did I fall last night after bar?

She didn’t think she had that much to drink, but she didn’t remember leaving or driving home. Behind her closed eyes she sensed it was still dark and it felt dank.

Must have passed out in the garage.

She reached for where she knew something should have been, but there was nothing. Her eyes peeled open slowly only to be met with almost complete darkness, save for the small window across the way that let in a dim, orange glow.

What. The. Fuck.

Briony sat up, her whole body protesting to the movement, but she needed to see where the hell she was. Her eyes scanned over the area, trying her best to ignore the screaming pain she was feeling in her head; there was nothing to tell her where she was.

Maybe a basement?

She finally looked down at herself. She was still wearing her outfit from when she was at the bar: maroon blouse and a black pencil skirt and kitten heels, her typical office attire. But something new caught her eye in the dimly lit room. A small black string that was tied around her ankle. She leaned forward as best as she could to see it better, it was definitely something she never had on before. Her fingers grazed over it, the feeling more metallic than cotton string she initially thought.

Just as she was about to check the rest of her body for weird things that were added, there was a sound at the door: keys rattling, the telltale sign of someone inserting the key into the lock, then the click. Light poured into the room with such brightness that Briony shielded her eyes with her hand. She peeked between her fingers to see two people in the doorway, backlit by the strange orange light.

Jesus Christ, did I get abducted by aliens? She thought, her body instantly moving backwards, her shoes falling off in the weird back crawl she did.

"Komandir podaril yeye tebe, Soldat,” one of the men said roughly in a language that Briony could not place, then he laughed, the sound empty and mean.

“Spasibo,” the other stated, his voice more robotic and unfeeling, which made Briony’s stomach drop. She could see the one that was closer to, what she believed to be, the hallway move around the other man, his frame still a silhouette in the orange light.

The man that was still rooted by the door, chuckled darkly. “Be good, Soldat, we will not replace her.” He continued to chuckle as he closed the door and Briony could hear the lock click over.

Her eyes didn’t leave the man in front of her in the now darkened room. She could barely make out details, but it seemed like he was clad in leather and bulky clothing. She shifted more, her back hitting a wall of uneven stones.

“Don’t touch me,” she forced out, hoping she sounded strong, but her voice was feeble and wavered and her heart raced as the man took a step forward. She wanted to scream, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, plus she had a feeling no one could hear her.

“Ya ne sobirayus' prichinyat' tebe bol',” he said, his voice still sounded robotic, but there seemed to be more feeling to his words, but they were words that didn’t make sense to him.

“I-I-I’m s-sorry, I d-don’t understand y-you,” she stammered, bringing her knees to her chest as she looked at him, trying to swallow her fear. Losing her mind wasn’t going to get her out of there, at least that's what all those crime shows she watched said. She swallowed hard, and took a deep breath before going on. “I only speak English. D-do you?”

The man cocked his head to the side, but she couldn’t make out his face.

“Yes.”

The word was hard, like it was difficult for him to form it in his mouth.

“I have family…”

“No.”

She blanched at the interruption. How could he know she didn’t have any family?

“H-have y-you been w-watching me?” Her stomach lurched at the possible answer.

“They have,” he replied simply. “They want me to have a woman.”

“Why?”

He stepped forward and the fear started to rise in her again, but she had nowhere to go, so she stayed as he stopped in front of her now bare feet and squatted down. It was the first time she could finally see his face: dull, blue eyes, full mouth, and scruff along his jaw; his hair seemed dirty, the long, dark strands falling forward as he leaned in. She could see what was a battle in his eyes happening.

“I don’t want you,” he stated, his mouth pulling to a thin line, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

A wave of calm washed over Briony at his words, but it didn’t help her predicament at all. “Then let me go. Please. My name is Briony, I’m from Brooklyn and I have a cat named Tulip. Please, if you don’t want me…” His brow furrowed deeply when she said Brooklyn and she noticed his shoulders tighten slightly. “Are you from Brooklyn?” she asked softly, her curiosity getting the best of her, wanting to know why that words made his demeanor different.

There was no answer. He just glowered at her, not moving a muscle. It was unnerving to her.

“Have you seen the Brooklyn bridge? It’s pretty neat,” she started, her body shifting to the right so he wasn’t in front of her, but his hand shot out and blocked her path and that’s when she noticed his hand was shiny, gleaming silver in the little light in the room, making bile rose in her throat.

“What in the —”

“Brooklyn was...home,” he replied, lowering his hand from the wall, “I think.”

“Please, just let me go. You said you didn’t want me,” she pleaded this time, her body pressing further into the stone wall. Tears welled up in her eyes, the sight of his unnatural hand and wrist made the terror rise in her again.

“I can’t,” he replied, and she swore she could see almost hurt in his eyes. “They will kill you if I did.”

Briony’s heart stopped. She was either going to be a hostage for life or she was going to die, and she was supposed to be this man’s woman? She turned her head and threw up onto the floor, her hand coming up to wipe her mouth, but he had reached out and did so with his gloved hand.

“I can’t promise you I’ll always be the same, but I will protect you from them.” It was the oddest statement, but the touch he gave her was almost soft. “But there are things they want me to do that I don’t want to, but I have to. I’ll try to explain later.” His gloved hand moved to her ankle, brushing the black string like bracelet there. “Don’t try to remove it, it won’t come off.”

He pushed up and stood, looking down at her as his jaw clenched. “Just do as you’re told and it will be easier; they’ll even let you out of here.” He turned around almost reluctantly and walked towards the door, knocked and a few seconds later the sound of the lock turning. She saw him square his shoulders and adjust his stature more before the door opened again, blinding her once more. Words were exchanged that she couldn’t hear and then the door closed, a muffled chuckling sounded as the lock turned again, leaving her alone in the dark.