Red Room

29: You miss

A/N: this is kinda long but its like kinda reminisce-ish, so enjoy I think lol

Back at the tower, the word catastrophic couldn't even begin to describe its state. 

"You take her to SHIELD, and within hours, she's gone. And we're the idiots?" Tony yelled, slamming his phone onto his desk. 

"That was Fury... last he saw her was the same day as us." he huffed. 

Bucky carded a hand through his hair and finally sat down. He couldn't tell the difference between anger and stress anymore. That was probably best for the team, because had he expressed the anger...it wouldn't be pretty. 

Natasha leaned back in her chair and closed her laptop, "We're missing something. We've got to be, there's no way 4 days have gone by and no progress. There's just not."

Standing up, Steve put a hand on Bucky's shoulder, "She's right, is there any camera footage that we haven't thought to look at, any trackers, or-"

"Tracker," Bucky shot up, "she had that tracker. Didn't SHIELD have a tracker on her?"

The room fell silent as everyone looked up with the same sliver of hope decorating their faces. 

"Someone get in touch with Fury and Hill. FRIDAY, pull up all data from what we found in y/n's recent scan." Tony said, slightly proud. 

"On it, sir." the AI replied. 

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So, you were being held hostage by your mother. She didn't give too much information, but you were beginning to piece it together. 

If your story was correct, she married your father who was an agent at SHIELD, but she was always undercover for Hydra. They had you and she always had you put in ballet so that you could be sent off to a Red Room. You had been prepped for that literally since birth. When you thought your parents were killed, it was a video of her killing your father from behind the camera, and then her's was faked. 

There was no actual evidence of this, nor did she actually confirm it. But, the way she spoke so ill of your father gave a hint as to who he was loyal to. 

You were pretty sure this was day 8, but everything began to blend together. You got unchained for the bathroom, and about 2 days ago, you were allowed a shower. Not much contact with your mother ensued, not that you wanted any. 

And of course, you missed Bucky. You missed everyone, really, but no one made you feel the way he did. No one gave better hugs, no one always knew what to say quite like he did, no one was down to get bagels at 2 in the morning after one of you had a nightmare, no one took funnier selfies (well, Bucky tried to, they were hilarious nonetheless). Overall, no one just was him. 

"Doll, doll," Bucky half whispered, shaking you awake, "Doll wake up, it's not real.". You shot awake, holding a hand over your heart and panting. "Hey, it's okay, it's okay." He cooed, pulling you closer to him. Catching your breath, you turned to face him , "And to think, I though I was doing better." You choked out. Bucky ran his hands up and down over your side and rested his chin on your head, "Don't say that, you were, you are.". "Maybe. How sleepy are you?" you asked, poking your head up at him. He looked down at you with a puzzled expression, "Not very, why?". "I could really go for one of those bagels.", He gave one of those goofy smiles and chucked, "Lucky for you, they're open 24 hours, and I tend to be one of their midnight regulars."

You smiled at the memory, but eyes teared up at the though of his current state. He probably hasn't been sleeping well, there's no way he isn't stressed. Has he been eating? You hoped but knew it was unlikely. The nightmares are probably worse. Oh how you hoped Steve was taking care of him.