Marvel Imagines

Let's Get You Home (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

You don't remember how it happened.

One minute you were walking along the streets of downtown New York with your closest friend and Partner, Bucky Barnes.

And then the next thing you know, you're shoved to the ground, your head hitting harshly against the pavement, your senses instantly beginning to fade.

The last thing you vaguely recall is the sound of Bucky's frantic yet beyond angry screams of your name, yelps of pain following.

And as you sit alone, in the dark, your hands bound firmly behind your back, you can't help but allow a silent wave of hot tears cascade down your cheeks, your Partner's desperate cries echoing in your skull.

As you sit there. 

Waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Your senses are straining to hear anything.

But all you get in reply is the never ending  loop of screams.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening!

Panic begins to flood your system, your hands trying to make any sense of your bounds but with no success.

I'm trapped. I'm trapped. I'm trapped.

Abruptly, the sound of short, crisp footfalls fill the area around you, the sound rather deafening.

The sound is accompanied by a sudden harsh change in lighting, extremely bright white LEDs instantly shining directly into your eyes as you squint, gasping audibly in protest.

As your eyes begin to adjust to the new lighting conditions, you make out a figure of a well dressed man flanked by what appears to be two heavily armed guards.

"Hello, Miss, L/N," The man in the suit starts, his tone sending chills down your spine as he steps in front of the lights blinding you, an evil looking smirk fixed firmly to his lips. "Comfortable?"

"Not really," You reply, willing your hoarse voice to sound steely, though it ultimately comes out weak and pathetic.

The man in front of you just chuckles lowly, nearing your tied up form with slow, measured paces.

"Who do you think we are, Miss L/N?" He inquires, his hand reaching out towards your face as you desperately try to pull away.

"I have no idea. Some criminal organization that likes to kidnap people and be all creepy? I have no idea!" You protest, tone quickly becoming weak as the man's hand firmly cups the side of your face, forcing you to look him in the eye.

"Oh, come on, don't play stupid with us," He encourages darkly, a murderous gleam in his eyes. "You know exactly who we are."

Wordlessly, his hand that isn't gripping your face reaches into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a pocket watch with a startlingly familiar looking insignia engraved into it.

Your blood runs cold, your breath hitching in your throat, your entire body becoming stiff with fear.

The man just chuckles lowly once more, the pad of his thumb rubbing harshly against your skin.

"So, I'll ask again, Miss L/N. Who do you think we are?"

Words aren't formulating.

Your brain is too slow to even begin to try and answer this maniac.

Though as the sharp sting of pain radiates through your cheek and your head snaps away from the impact of his hit, you cry out in shock.

"Y-Y-You're HYDRA!" You scream, as the man's fist this time makes contact with the side of your head, sending your defenseless form reeling backwards, crashing against a nearby wall. "You're the bastards that tortured him!"