James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Saved

Warning: Mention of torture. Blood. Lots of tissues.

P.S. This one will be a long series. It won't be too long I believe. Also this part is severally sad. I kinda shed a few tears writing this hehe...

You knew this mission would be hard. But not emotionally hard.

You, Natasha, Clint, Thor, and Tony were sent to bring a H.Y.D.R.A base down. It was weird enough that the base was RIGHT near New York, but what was weirder was what you found in the base.

"Y/n, tell me you've got that damn front side cleared!" Tony whined through comms.

"I do. Now will you shut up?" You asked pressing a finger to your ear piece.

"Just get in. Kill. Get out." Natasha said.

"Got it." You answered.

Every space you've been in was cleared by you. There was this door, sliver with a slid open space in the middle so you can see through it. The agents surrounding it were dead. You slowly crept to the door as you opened it. It made a lot of noise so you stopped being sneaky and went in.

It was dark but it had somewhat of light. Only enough to see a figure. It smelled like blood, vomit, and pure sweat. You saw a switch and debated on flipping it.

"Please don't be a trick. Please don't be a trick. Please don't be a trick!" You said closing your eyes and flipping it.

For a few seconds nothing happened. All fo a sudden you heard faint whimpers and words. You opened your eyes only to find out that the switch was a light switch. You sighed with relief in your head but your eyes were focused on what you found.

It was a brunette. Blindfolded, a cloth in his mouth, chains around his hands that hung from the ceiling, his hair covered in blood hanging around his face, he was shirtless so it exposed the gashes of blood and cuts, and his pants were soaked. Practically dripping with blood on the floor. He was moving around. Trying to get free, is what it seemed like. He was still saying words and whimpering, almost sobbing.

You slowly walked over to him putting your knives in your weapon belt along with your gun. Before you touched him you saw the shining metal. It was his whole arm, covered in the silver up to his shoulder. You accidentally brushed your finger against his face as you took the cloth out his mouth and he flinched. The guy looked broken. Like he couldn't handle even being yelled at. You took out the cloth from his mouth as he was pleading in Russian. You sat the cloth down on the floor and looked back at him. He was still pleading and you couldn't understand a word he was saying.

"Hey, hey buddy. Calm down. Do you speak English?" You asked quietly.

"D-don't! Please! P-please don't! I- I'll c-comply! Please! Please!" He begged with a scratchy voice.

His words grew strong more and more as he kept talking.

"I...what? Did H.Y.D.R.A do this?" You asked as you studied his movements.

Yes! It was you! Plea- Don't!" He stuttered as he continued to squirm.

You put the cloth back in as you untied his chain from the ceiling but left the cuffs on. Just in case.

You led him out the room as he limped following you. He was constantly shaking as you sat him on the table in the QinJet and undid his blindfold. He blinked a couple times before his eyes adjusted to the light. The first thing he saw was you.

Bruce came and stood infront of him. The brunette started shaking again as the brown haired in a white coat took out a needle and tried to place in it his skin. The brunette stumbled off the table but landed on his butt as his leg wouldn't cooperate. You quickly rushed by his side and touched his normal hand. He looked at you as tears formed in his eyes.