Bucky x Y/N - Life In Hydra

Chapter 17

My eyes slowly opened, and I felt a throbbing pain in my neck. I went to raise my hand, but I couldn't. I looked around, to find myself strapped into a chair. The buckles were made of a hard metal and practically invincible.

I felt my ankles strapped down too, along with my waist. Around me, several men stood near the doors, holding guns. A man stood at my side, holding a clipboard.

"Nice to finally see you awake. Pierce will be here shortly and we can begin," he spoke.

I had no memory of how I got here. The last thing I remembered was kissing Bucky goodbye. I allowed my mind to trick me, thinking I could still smell his lingering scent, to ease my nerves.

"Begin what?" I asked, looking up to the man.

But he chose not to answer me, as the door opened, and two men guided Pierce into the room. He approached me, his back straight and his head held high.

I felt a surge of annoyance run through my body as I felt his breath on my cheek.

"Y/N," He nodded to me.

"What am I doing in this chair?" I asked, lifting my hands to signal.

Pierce took a step back to look, "I do apologise for not being... clear with my intentions. I don't believe I explained myself."

"You explained nothing. You just put me to sleep and off we went."

"Well, everything happens for a reason, Y/N. I had reason to inject you with that serum, and don't think I won't do it again if you can't behave yourself," Pierce explained.

"Mhm, right. Didn't answer my question," I had a desperate urge to rip my hands from the chairs, and claspe them around his thick, bold neck.

But my mind told me otherwise. I had saved Bucky from HYDRA, knowing I would risk myself. There was no point in changing my mind.

"Well, The Winter Soldier is gone, but my work isn't done. You will be my new soldier. Although, I do have yet to think of a name for you. I was thinking of maybe sticking to the seasons like Summer Soldier..." Pierce began to ramble.

"How about..." I pretended to think for a moment, "Kiss My Ass Soldier? Doesn't that have a ring to it?"

"No. But when you think of something more reasonable, I would be willing to listen. For now though, we actually have something to do," Pierce smiled.

"Which is?"

"Well, that would be telling. However, I will spoil just a little bit," He walked over to the line of soldiers and took something from one of them, "The serum we injected you with, contained a certain substance I am hoping will have triggered a response in your brain."

He turned to reveal something. No. It couldn't be. It seemed fresh and new in comparison to what I was used to. The Red Book?

Except it wasn't red, rather a deep plum shade.

"What..." I began.

"Now, before you get hysterical again, I must warn you, there isn't much that you can do now. My plan is to rebrand The Winter Soldier, and I think you'd made a great start," Pierce explained once again.

"Start? Am I not good enough to be a permanent addition?" There was my cocky side shining its way through, in the worst moments, as usual.

"Well, there are some... adjustments that I would prefer to make. And a large amount of training is to be put into place. But after that, I see no reason that you wouldn't be great permanent soldier."

Crap.

"So, if you don't mind, Y/N, I would love to begin," He opened the book.

My mind immediately flew to my happy place – Bucky. I thought about his eyes, his lips, his scent, his smile, which forced me to resist my own smile forming across my face. His laugh, his terrible cooking and cleaning skills and how he always loved to piss me off.

His eyes were the last good memory I thought of before it began.

"şaizeci," Pierce began, in an unfamiliar language.

And with that single word, I already felt a sharp pain in my head. I knew what was to come, but that didn't mean I was prepared.

"Putere," Pierce continued, as my head grew sore, "Soldat... grijuliu."

I felt a pounding in my head now. Uncontrollable pain and an irresistible urge to destroy everything around me just to avoid the further pain. Was this what Bucky was forced to endure every time?

"Spiritual..." Now that was a word I was familiar with, and it certainly in no way described me.

I was a believer in many things – but a God was not one of them. Considering before I was kidnapped by HYDRA, I refused to even hurt a fly, if a God existed, surely I wouldn't have been taken altogether.

God was supposedly a kind man, caring of his creations and eager to keep them bright. That was not how the world was.

"Ascunde... elemente," Pierce resumed.

Elemente sounded like element, which was another word I knew of. What was I an element of? Surely I wasn't overthinking this, and these words did resemble something about me, and weren't just pulled from their foreign dictionary.

I screamed, my voice echoing through the silent room. The pain was unbearable and my mind was weak. I had no memory of what I was thinking of not even a moment ago.

"renăscut..." Pierce finished.

And I felt... nothing.

I sat frozen in my seat, my eyes staring directly in front of me at several pairs of legs. What happened? Where was I? How did I get there? And more importantly : who was I?

A man took a step towards me, closing a sangria purple book and lowering it to his side.

"Soldier?" He asked me, arching his back to meet my eye level.

And it was almost like I had no control of my brain, "gata să se conformeze."

*The words are spoken in Romanian*

* şaizeci – sixty*

*Putere – power*

*Soldat – soldier*

*Grijuliu – thoughtful*

*Witty – spiritual*

*Hide – ascunde*

*Elements – elemente*

*Reborn – renăscut*

*Gata să se conformeze – ready to comply*