James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Found

It was dark. Very. You couldn't see a thing, you could only feel what was happening. And that was the worse part.

A knife lodged into your right side of your stomach. Another knife drug down your back and a bullet launched in your leg. Did it hurt? Like hell. How long has this been going on? You lost count after month 2.

It wasn't like this was new but everyday they found a new spot to put something in you. Wither it be a knife, bullets, or even the chair. If they ran out of room they'd put you in the same chair Bucky was in.

Bucky. No matter how many times they blended your brain you always seemed to remember the love of your life. James Buchanan Barnes.

If it wasn't for the ambush at the Tower, maybe you'd still be with him. Laughing, smiling, just being you, no pain, no anger, just you, your love, and your friends.

But everytime they put you in the chair they got farther and farther from your memory. All except Barnes, you'd never know why. You just know he won't leave your mind no matter how hard you try as well. Your emotions died off a long time ago. There was no sadness, no anger, no happiness, just pain. Pain seems to be close to you 24/7.

Never left your side.

The agents were tired of not hearing your screams so they took you off the chain that was hanging from the ceiling. You had cuffs that linked to that chain, they took everything off except your sports bra and pants, your hair was wet with blood and you were blindfolded. They kept the cuffs on you and you landed on your feet. Ignoring the firey pain in your leg. You didn't even run, even though you could feel where everybody was just by their breathing or vibrations, your body wouldn't let you. Not in this condition.

They took you by the arm and led you to the chair. They strapped you down before taking off the blindfold. You didn't even blink to adjust to the light, what use was it? To see the smirks as you screamed in pain? No. Not again.

They turned it on as you screamed for dear life. A loud boom came from the front of the building that you heard but you were to focused on the pain going straight to your brain. You tried breaking out of the cuffs holding you to the chair but it wasn't working. Everyone left headed twords the noise leaving you still in the chair not caring if you die or not.

It felt like hours of this going on. You wanted out. The pain was way to much to handle. You felt nauseous and your whole body went numb.

"I FOUND HER!!!"

That voice seemed familiar but you couldn't figure out who it was. They turned off the machine and the headset came off. You spit out the mouth guard as your chest rose and fell from your heavy breathing. You felt dizzy as you clenched your fists to gain back vision. You sat still waiting for orders. The figure came back infront of you but your gaze was stuck on the floor and you saw right through him. Like he wasn't even there. Your imagination.

"Y/n...?" Their voice broke as they crouched down to your level.

You looked at them. Brunette. Blue eyes. Stubble. He looked just like them.

"Я готов отвечить." (Ready to comply.)

Your voice was dry from the screaming but you managed to get out the words. The figure had tears in their eyes. Why? Why cry when they won? Why cry when they finally managed to have you to themselves?

"No no no no....please..." He begged hanging his head low as he was hanging on to the arm of the chair.

"STEVE!!!" He called as he untied you.

You body went numb as soon you stood up. You felt like throwing up. The blood was spilling from your side as you looked down then back at the figure. You out your hand over it as he picked you up and ran outside. You shivered as the air hit you. You haven't been outside in a while. The guy carrying you felt familiar to you. But where did it come from? Who was he? You've seen him before. You know it.