Sugar 『Buckyxfem!reader』

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-Y/Ns pov-

"That was quite a dance."
Our targets approach us and smile. The man eyes both of us up.
"May I ask, who are you?"

We turn around to them and I lean against Bucky.
"I'm Mary and this is my fiancé, John."
I place the hand with the ring on Bucky's chest and give them a wide smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Mary and John. I'm Michael and this is my wife, Linda."
We shake hands and Linda takes me to her side. I give James an assuring nod and a smile before I let her lead me through the room.

"Your fiancé is quite handsome, Mary. Where do I find someone like this?"
Linda chuckles at her own joke and I join her.

"Actually I fell in love with his personality but you're right, his body is..."
I clear my throat.

Linda chuckles again.
"Oh, I understand. Michael was like that once too. Are you nervous about your wedding?"

My gaze falls on James again and a happy sigh escapes my mouth.
"No, not when I'm with him. But what about you? Where you nervous?"

"Yes, totally! I knew I made the right choice but being together with one person for the rest of your life? It felt pretty old school for me."

"What? Isn't marriage something romantic? Being with the one person you love for the rest-"
She raises an eyebrow.
"Well, my parents raised me pretty old fashioned. I guess if you look at it from today's standards it is pretty old school. But that's why divorces exist, right?"
I chuckle nervously.

"So you don't want to marry John?"

"Wha-? No, no. I do want to marry him. Could we change the topic please?"

"Sure. How old are you, Mary?"

"That is a... very personal question. Are you interrogating me?"

"There's just something about you, Mary. Something tells me you don't belong here."

"Probably because we are wandering off. Shouldn't we-"
A cloth on my mouth cuts me off.

Linda, or whatever her real name is, isn't dumb. She asked me all those questions while leading me out of the main hall. While the cloth, with what smells like alcohol and chloroform, muffles my screams I try my best to get out of the man's grip. Whoever that is is really strong and knows exactly how to hold me in place. Struggling I slam my heel on a foot but a steel cap lets the heel break. 

"She's getting on my nerves, just knock her out already."

The years of missing training show and my heart rate increases. Adrenaline shoots through my body, my breath gets faster and my pupils widen but it's too late. Just when I manage to get out of the man's grip something heavy meets the back of my head and everything turns dark.

"I told you he'll be strong, Michael. He's a super soldier, trained by Hydra, goddammit!"

Does the woman ever shut up?

Tight ropes around my body tie me to a chair. I can feel them straining into my skin and pressing on the bruises James left on my body. Even my legs are tied to the chair. With my eyes still closed I try to focus on the noises around me, sadly I'm not an enhanced human being, just me. And I waisted years without training. Slowly my body starts telling me where I got wounds and I grimace in pain. First there are the bruises from James, then there is this pain in my ankle probably from when the heel broke and as if that's not enough the back of my head hurts too. I guess that's where I got hit before I passed out.

"He will come back, Linda. We have her, he can't be far."

Fuck, my head...

"Could you both please shut up?"
I whisper and lift my head. It was supposed to be a joke but a fist on my face makes it pretty clear that they aren't in a mood for joking.

With a cut in my lip I leave my eyes closed, coping with the new pain. Then, finally, I open my eyes and let them wander through the room. We're still at the mansion where the event was, at least it looks like that. The couple, out targets, aren't the only people looking at me. Two tall, muscular men are standing nearby as if to intimidate me and sadly, it works. They're both dressed in all black with headsets on and according to their body language they're ready to punch the living hell out of my body.