Bucky x Y/N - Life In Hydra

Chapter 3

I woke up with my arms strapped down to a chair, in the middle of an empty room. My eyes slowly opened as I inspected my surroundings. From a distance, I could make out a masculine figure approaching me – Bucky.

"Bucky, please don't do this. Come on, you know me!" I pled, trying to free myself.

"I don't know a Bucky," he replied.

"Yes, yes you do! You are Bucky!" I replied. Seeing him like this broke me.

Bucky slapped me around the face, abruptly, "Be quiet!"

"Don't do this. I see right through you, Winter Soldier, and I know that deep down in this act, there is kindness in your heart," I smiled faintly, "Look me in the eye and tell me I'm wrong."

Bucky looked down at me, staring right at me, and my heart began to race, unsteadily.

"You're wrong," Bucky said, emotionless.

"No, I'm not. Don't let a jackass like Alexander Pierce control you for the rest of your life! You are more than that, you deserve more than this!"

Bucky stabbed a knife through my arm in a sudden movement, and I let out a scream of pain.

"Fine, this... is how you want it to be?" I asked, but received no response, "Fine by me."

"You just need to stay quiet, and this will be over a lot faster," Bucky said, and I could tell I was beginning to make him nervous. He wasn't used to conversations on his missions. So I decided to take it to my advantage, and put my emotions to the side.

I looked to him, "Do you know why you're doing this? Why you're in here, torturing me? Do you actually know?" I asked.

Bucky stayed quiet. I began to feel sad, knowing that a few words could take over his entire mindset. It's hard, seeing someone you love in such a state, that you can't control. But it couldn't distract me.

"No? We're in here, because they caught us kissing. That's why we're here, and that's why they are forcing you to hurt me! I know that you love me James, this just... isn't you," I explained.

"I AM NOT JAMES!" Bucky yelled at me, and I jumped a little as he stood in front of me, "I don't know what you mean."

"You and me," I tried to demonstrate with my hands, "We kissed. And now you are being controlled, and forced to hurt me. I really can't simplify it anymore."

"No, why would I kiss you?" Bucky spat.

"Thanks, really. You're really making me question what I saw in you here," I replied, sarcastically, but Bucky showed no care.

He began pacing the room, and running his fingers along weapons, that laid on a table, near the door.

"You should pick the sharpest edge," I broke the silence.

"What?"

"The sharpest edge. It's faster," I repeated. My arm had gone numb and tender, and every time I made the slightest movement, the blood trickled down my arm more.

"Are you asking..." Bucky began, before I interrupted.

"I'm not asking you anything. I'm recommending the sharpest edge,"

"So you want to die?" Bucky grew confused.

"No... but if you're going to do it, you might as well not waste any time," I smiled.

"W... What?"

"You're confused, it's okay. It's quite common for a man that feels nothing to be in such a state of confusion, especially when someone else is expressing emotions that he doesn't feel. Just finish me off, and move on to your next girl... or guy," I explained.