Bucky x Y/N - Life In Hydra

Chapter 4

The next day, I was trying to make something edible, with what I had found in the scattered boxes, at a distance from Bucky, in case things didn't go my way. I had no real cooking experience, whatsoever, so it was not going too well.

As I was attempting to cook, I heard groaning, as Bucky began to wake up. I put the food down on a box, and turned to face him as he woke. He looked at me, sleepily and adorable. But I tried not to let it distract me too much.

"Which Bucky am I talking to?" I asked, crossing my arms.

Bucky immediately noticed my arm, bandaged messily.

"What did I do?" he asked me.

"Nothing really, just helped me to get us out of there," I smiled a little, before turning back to the food, "I'm not much of a cook, so this isn't going to taste like anything the queen eats."

I then heard Bucky get to his feet, "Where are we?"

"No idea. But they had food, and bandages," I replied, not facing Bucky.

"W... we really got out?" He questioned, hopeful.

I turned to face him, and raised a brow, "I really got you out, actually. And I expect you to be extra nice to me after you hurt me!" I said, jokingly.

"How bad?" he asked, saddened.

"Buck I'm joking, I'm fine. But we can't stay here too long, they'll find us," I replied, as Bucky walked towards me.

"That looks bad," he said, looking down at my arm.

"Well, I'm not a nurse. You're avoiding the topic!"

"They're not important right now. I hurt you Y/N, after I told you I never would," Bucky answered, sadly.

I smiled a little, "At least you remember that. Wanna try some of this?"

Bucky looked down at the weird variety of food on the paper plate, "Not really," he laughed slightly, "I'll take the strawberries."

"Save me one," I said, rummaging through the boxes, "I think this is a supermarket storage warehouse or something."

Bucky approached behind me and grabbed my waist, making me jump a little.

"Sorry," he said

"No, it's fine," I smiled.

He held up a strawberry and I opened my mouth.

"Really, Y/N? How old are you?" Bucky laughed.

I leant forward and took it from Bucky's hand and ate it. I smiled up at him, happy, "This is really happening."

"Yep. We're free," he lent down and kissed me, with passion.

I could taste the strawberries on his lips. He slowly pulled away and looked down, "Where to first, doll?"

"We can't go anywhere, we don't have any money," I said, almost sadly. But I wasn't sad.

"Not yet," Bucky winked, turning back to the plate.

"Woah, woah, we can't do that. It'll lead them straight to us," I said, following him.

"That's why we leave straight afterwards. Come on, Y/N, you're smarter than that. We should look through these boxes for some bags, pack as much as we can," Bucky smiled.

"Fine. But just know I am putting my trust in you, so if you mess this is up, I will kill you myself," I said, tilting my head.

"I don't doubt it."

For roughly half an hour, me and Buck searched through every single box, pulling out everything we thought we would need. Toothbrushes, underwear, jackets, a few bags, clothes, food and water, a hair brush for me and a few more essentials, until I came across some scissors.

"We should cut your hair," I suggested, holding them up.

"Absolutely not!" Bucky replied.

"But what if someone recognises you?" I attempted to persuade him.

"No, Y/N."

"Fine," I agreed, but sneakily placed them in my bag, just in case.

I felt nervous, knowing that we were taking a big risk. I had only just got us out of there, after years of immense torture, and I wasn't ready to go back just yet. I wanted to have a normal life for a little while, at least.

And I knew, that I wanted Bucky right by my side.