The Engineer (Bucky Barnes x OC)

Chapter 9- Bucky's POV

Bucky's POV

"Желание,"

Bucky writhed and struggled, fearful and panicked. The man's words made his brain feel fried. No, no, no, he couldn't get triggered now, not while he was confined. There were people around him, he didn't want to hurt anyone-

"Ржавый,"

"No, no, no, no... stop... stop..." he pleaded, but he knew it wouldn't help. The man wouldn't stop torturing him with the stupid words. He'd put that life behind him! He wasn't the winter soldier anymore! He was done with his old life, he didn't want to hurt anyone anymore-

"Семнадцать,"

"Stop!" Bucky yelled at him, begging the world to stop spinning and quaking, for the walls to stop caving in on him, for the floor to stop bubbling up with potholes and seeming as though it would melt anything that touches it-

"Рассвет!"

Why was he bound up? He yanked his wrist free of their bonds, but instead of covering his ears to stop the flow of the man's words like he wanted to, he began to punch the glass of his containment cell. His entire head was spinning, and it all hurt so bad... he needed an outlet, something to stop the pain... he needed to get out, he needed to get out, he needed to get out-

"Печь!"

No, Bucky, get a hold of yourself, this isn't what you want, you don't want to hurt people, he told himself, trying to get a hold of his erratic heart rate and feelings. He felt like he was tied up and drowning, drowning in salty water- no, the blood and tears of all those he'd killed-

"Дев-"

Something light and gentle grazed his arm.

Bucky almost whipped around and hit them, but suddenly, he couldn't move. He was immobile.

"Bucky?"

Was that his name? That was his name, right? He was Bucky. His name was Bucky. His name was Bucky.

Someone was talking to him, but it wasn't the strange man.

Someone was with him.

Bucky slinked back into the chair of his confinement cell. Oh, thank the lord, he wasn't alone. Though the man was still orbiting around him, speaking to him, he could barely hear the words coming from his mouth.

"Девять,"

No. No, no, stop saying those ridiculous words. They make the earth look strange and weird. I can never remember what I do after people say them, either. Stop it, Bucky thought to himself.

The stroking on his arm disappeared.

"Добросердечный!" roared the man, his voice suddenly louder than a freight car.

Freight car-

No, no, don't think of that, don't think of that-

He was alone again, just like-

Just like-

NO, BUCKY-

DON'T THINK OF THAT-

SHUT UP!

Bucky thrashed again, trying to cover his ears, but the man's words still echoed through his ears.

All of a sudden, the stroking on his arm returned, and the man's words grew quieter once again.

Oh, thank god, please don't leave again, Bucky wanted to cry. Please, when you're here, it drowns him out, please don't leave.

"Возвращение на родину!"

I can still hear him, make him stop, Bucky commanded the invisible person with him. Stop him, I don't want to hurt you! He's going to make me hurt you!

"Один!"

MAKE IT STOP! He internally screamed at his unseen acquaintance. PLEASE, MAKE HIM STOP!

"Товарный-"

"Bucky, escuchas. Estas seguro,"

Words. Different words. Much calmer words. But what did they mean? Who was that, talking to him? Was it the same person who was touching him?

"Estás seguro, mi amigo,"

Bucky watched the strange man come to a halt in front of him, frowning in displeasure.

"Солдат?" the man demanded, sounding angry.

What do you want?! Bucky thought/asked. Are you done yet?!

"Готовы принимать заказы?"

Was he ready to take orders? No. No, he wasn't, and he'd rather not. What was that man trying to do to him, anyway? He would rather listen to the invisible one.

"Tú eres atrevido, Bucky... y guapo,"

More weird words. Bucky didn't know what they meant, but the words were soothing, even though he wasn't sure what the invisible person was saying to him.

"¿Tiene usted hermanos?"

The invisible person asked him something. The man in front of him appeared enraged, but Bucky wasn't concerned about that in the slightest. He'd rather listen to this other person, even though he wasn't sure what they were saying or where they were.

"Tengo una hermana. Se llama Rosaline. Ella es graciosa y bonita. Ella era la novia de mi mejor amiga por unos años,"

Don't stop, please, Bucky silently requested. The more you speak, the less I can hear him.

"La semana pasada, Bryce y yo hablamos. Ella está enojada con su padre, y estoy preocupado por ella,"

Bryce? He'd heard that name before. Didn't Nico tell him about that one girl? Bryce Stark? Or was it Bryce Russell? Or Bryce Russell-Stark? The more he thought about it, the more faded the world around him became, until he was sitting alone in a pitch-black room, the only sound playing being the voice of his obscured savior. Their fingers continued to travel up and down his arm, his metal arm now suddenly removed from his body. But that didn't matter. All Bucky wanted was to listen to this person's voice for the rest of his life. Surely they could protect him. Surely he wouldn't get triggered under their influence.

When they stopped touching him, he didn't notice. He could still hear the echoing remains of their voice in the atmosphere and the ghost of their touch on his hairline and arms. He felt that they were still with him.

And, for once since being brainwashed, he had a restful sleep.