Red Room

30: Found

Two more weeks had gone by and with each food tray that was placed in front of you, hope dissolved more and more. Maybe they forgot about you. Maybe they stopped caring. Maybe they realized you weren't worth it. Maybe they were in danger. 

You shook your head and mentally fussed at yourself for being so pessimistic. You kept reminding yourself that eventually, they would remember the tracker. You also kept in mind that you had no idea where on earth you were. Where you in New York? Probably not. America? Maybe. Another continent? Still a possibility. 

The endless boredom ate at you constantly. You were allowed to walk around now, you also had a metal bed frame and possibly the shittiest mattress ever. 

As if the intention was to remind you that you were a caged animal, you had to sleep cuffed to the bed, wore a straight jacket when being escorted to the torture chambers, and should you even look like you were considering a breach, a gun was placed harshly to your temple. 

Today was the just same. They were beating you simply to assert dominance at this point. You could wake up and not even put a foot to the floor before being rushed to the chamber. 

Did you want to escape? More than anything. But, if Hydra has as much information as they claim, they could go after the team, more specifically Bucky. Your love could be ruined at the drop of a hat, and it seemed to be pretty dependent on your behavior. 

You were sitting on the edge of your bed, shuffling your feet and messing with your hands in your lap. You heard muffled yelling not too far away, but after a while of being in such a simple room, you might just be hallucinating. 

Ignoring it, you decided to stretch a little. You began rolling your ankles and pressing through your feet, because why not. The screams got louder, but again, it was probably the voice of your insanity. 

The violence was easy to ignore- easy until you heard the undeniable scream of James Buchanan Barnes. 

Your eyes darted to the door as you backed into the opposing corner, giving space for the door to be kicked in. 

Confidence in your instincts grew as you could feel the ground shake with each bang that rang out. Eventually, you could hear the shots just feet away and the door began to dent from the outside in. 

Normally, you would fear this, but the sound of metal on metal that corresponded with the fist shapes forming in the barrier were oddly comforting. 

"Bucky?!" you called over the clashing sounds. 

His face popped into the 4 inch by inch barred window in your door. As your eyes met his, a sense of home that you had been longing for washed over you. Just a split second later, the door flew in, hitting the ground with a klank. 

He ran to you and pulled your head to his chest so quickly that you er questioning if this was real again. 

Tears formed in your eyes as you braced his back and never squeezed someone so tight in your life. 

"I thought I lost you." he cried, burying his fingers in your knotted hair. 

You couldn't speak. So overwhelmed with relief, words couldn't even form. 

He pulled away and scanned you up and down, brows crossing as he noticed the abrasions and scars and lack of body fat that decorated your figure. 

"Oh, doll. What did they do to you?" he whispered, putting his hands into your cheeks, so gently, almost as is he were afraid of breaking you. 

"Long story." you replied quickly, directing your attention to the Hydra guard making their way into the room. 

Bucky pushed himself in front of you like a shield and held his gun to his eye, ready to kill anyone who was willing to hurt you. 

"Buck", you began, putting a hand on his shoulder, "the cant kill me, they need me.". 

"But they can hurt you. Not that I'll let them." he muttered back, eyes squared on the targets. 

A/N: a short one but I wanted to give yall something, ill for sure have at least one long chapter posted by tomorrow night. Love you guys sm!