You Make Me Glow - Bucky Barnes POV

Chapter Three - The Mission (Part 2)

You regain your consciousness in a small dark room. There are boxes and some crates around you, and you feel a slight rumble and bumping beneath you. 

You realize this is a back of a truck. Panic grabs you and you try to stand, but you find that your hands are tied with plastic zip ties. You grunt and try to free them, but you feel strangely weak and dizzy. You gasp and collapse back onto the floor of the truck.

You hear a chuckle which makes you start. "Don't waste your energy, you're too frail right now to even hurt a fly." 

You turn and see a figure sitting in the far corner of the truck, you didn't even notice them earlier against all the dark boxes. They stand and walk over to you, and you can see the shine of their teeth as they smile. "You're pretty cute for a filthy avenger."

You try and get a good look at his face. Try to get enough info to recognize him later. Even though its dark in the truck you notice the shine of glossy blonde hair, and his nose seemed large in comparison to his small eyes and thin lips. His face was tight as if he was thinner, but his frame was large with muscle. His smile was crooked and you could feel the ill intent behind it, causing a shiver to go down your spine. He reaches out and touches your face, and you pull away and glare.

"Oh, you're feisty." He shakes his head disapprovingly. "I don't like that."

"Ha," you say dryly. "Ironic. Aren't you a terrorist?"

He chuckles again, rolling his eyes. "You Avengers and your labels. If someone takes a stand for what they believe in and it follows the law, they're heroes. If you take a stand for what you believe in but your law doesn't like it, you're a terrorist." He throws his arms out. "What makes you think I'm a terrorist??"

"Um, you shot up a bunch of people, stole some vibranium, declared that you hate this country."

"But if I did that in the name of equality or human rights I'd be an activist."

God his logic is screwed. You bite back an arguing reply. Just keep him talking. 

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(Bucky's POV)

I was running, sprinting. My feet pounding against the road as my heartbeat pounded in my head. "I can't believe I let them take her." 

Through my headset, Fury's voice meets my ears. "You did everything you could, Barnes. Don't play the pity game. Now we just gotta focus on getting her back."

I replayed the scene over and over again in my head: Nat and I fought off the men after they surrounded us, but they got to Y/n before I could. They shot her with a tranquilizer so there was no way she could've gotten away. They shot a few at us but since she warned us about the firing Nat and I could avoid them. I should've been closer to her the whole time. I should've kept an eye out. I should've been more careful. I should've I should've I should've... The thoughts came through my head like a rhythm to the beat of my running footsteps. My breath feels like fire, but I can't stop running. The picture of her being loaded up into that truck so roughly and them speeding away is enough to keep me going. I can't stop. I gotta save her.

"Steve, you got any transmissions on Y/n?" Nat asks, putting her hand to her earpiece as she runs right behind me. I can tell she's having trouble keeping pace since I'm running at top speed, but I can't stop. Pushing myself to run is all that's keeping me from going berserk mad and screaming. I have to put this towards getting her back, I can't get distracted.

"Yeah," Steve's voice answers, and I ca hear it in mine too. He sounds pretty calm but I can hear the tightness behind his words. He's scared. "Her suit's tracker says she's about 300 feet in front of you, but I'm too far away to get specifics. Can someone in the air get a better look?"