James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

It wasn't me Pt. 2

⚠️TW⚠️

Again, if you have triggers to Cutting and Voices leave, please. In the nicest way possible lol.

Warning: Cutting, Cussing, and Voices

Word count: 2036

Most likely grammar errors, I'll fix what I can.

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You woke up in a bed. The Lab.

They must've found you after you ran. You sat up rubbing your temples when something soft brushed against the side of your head. A bandage. It was wrapped around your whole arm, you don't remember why. You can't seem to remember anything right now, your head was spinning and your arm was thumping. The massive pain was causing you to get curious. You looked around, you were alone. It was just you in the Lab, you tried getting up but your ankle was cuffed to the bed, along with your hands. You don't know how you didn't notice this earlier but you know now and you want out.

"Bucky?" You called out.

Nothing.

"Sam?"

Nothing.

You suppressed your panic, for now. You were chained to your bed so there's nothing you can do so far, but you knew someone was watching. You felt the eyes stare at you. You prayed it wasn't him.

"I know someone's watching me!" You shouted trying not to have the anger take over.

Gone.

You jumped completely forgetting that there's a demon inside of you. Shaking the fear, you actually decided to listen for once. Your panic slowly creeping inside of you as you tried your best to keep it hidden.

"G-gone....gone where?" You asked, not completely sure if you could even talk to this thing.

Out.

You sighed, "I wish I knew what happened. It's because of you. Stupid spirit thing."

I can show you. Give in.

"No. I'm not giving into shit." You spat, "I just want to know what happened."

The voice flicked the side of your head like a kid. Something you thought a spirit wouldn't do, it sent a small shock into your brain and you remembered. You were seeing through it's eyes, you could see what happened. It's confusing now, you don't know if this thing is good or bad. You sighed snapping out of it's memories and sat back in your bed, the constant feeling of it watching you was making your will not to panic worse.

"Why are you here?" You questioned trying not to scream, "In my head...I mean."

I am not in your head. I am in you.

You winced at his words, "Why? Why me?"

You are for the plan. For his plan.

"What does that mean?!" You shouted getting impatient.

The doors flew open and your turned your head seeing everyone come in. You huffed turning back and facing the wall, your anger was growing but you tried your best not to go overboard. You didn't want to scare them anymore than you already have.

"Y/n." Nat spoke, "Are you...there?"

"Of course I'm here." You spat, "Where else would I be? I'm chained to the fucking bed!"