THE MAN - > BUCKY BARNES IMAGINES

03 | saviour

A/N: not quite sure how I got the idea for this one but I very much enjoyed writing it as it feels very in character for Bucky haha! So I hope y'all enjoy!
Word count - 729

The cell only gave a dim light, from the small barred window on the back wall, moonlight shone in as best it could. Y/N weakly tapped her foot on the hard stone floor she was sat on, having practically given up all hope of escape.

Her only chance was being saved and she didn't know how likely that was, she didn't even know how long she'd been stuck in here for.

All she was sure of was that the food here sucked, it smelled like piss and the guy in the corner was probably dead.

Resting her head against the rough brick of the wall, a lack of energy caused her to fall in and out of light sleep, and it was happening again before a series of shouts and crashes brought her back.

She looked around, panicky as the noises got closer and louder until they over powered the sounds of the harsh wind blowing against the old building, and even her own heartbeat.

Eventually with a crash the door to the cell she was trapped in opened, in its frame stood a figure that she couldn't figure just yet. But she couldn't yet tell who this mysterious figure was yet, due to the lack of light and the fact that he seemed to be dressed all In black.

Eventually he spoke, muttering quietly at the sight of her "Y/N."

"Bucky?" She sighed having recognised his voice, she may have been battered and bruised but she could still act snarky with this man "they couldn't send anyone else?"

"Always the ungrateful one. You know, if you don't need my help.. I can just.. go." Stepping inside the cell despite his words, secretly she was grateful for his arrival.

"I didn't say that, just get these things off of me." She spoke indicating to the cuffs tightly on her wrists.

He didn't say anything just did as she asked, though once they were off he inspected her wrists. More specifically the deep red marks they had left, they met eyes, and this time instead of the cold, harshness she was used to seeing whenever they looked at each other there was a hint of sorrow and pity, for once he was gentle with her. Running his finger gently over her wrist, she hated and loved it at the same time.

She tore her eyes away from him "we should probably go before others come for us."

He nodded, standing up and taking Y/N by the hand to help her to her feet as well "you know, I hate to say I'm your saviour, but I kind of am."

"Shut up Barnes." She sighed, letting go of him, the moment of kindness was over and he was back to his usual cocky self, he just laughed
"That's the Y/N I know."

"I said shush." She repeated, sterner this time, peering around the doorframe at the corridor outside of the cell, every part of her ached, and at this rate Bucky was going to give her a headache as well.

When she knew the coast was clear she stepped out into the corridor, picking up a disguarded gun from one of the guards Bucky had taken care of earlier.

Bucky followed close behind her, but didn't stop talking "Oh, come on Y/N. You've got to admit it!"

"What?" She looked back at him for a second as they continued moving, she was getting slightly annoyed now.

"That I am! Your hero."

"Oh what do you want me to say Bucky? Thank you?" She turned to face him, raising her arms in the air in exasperation at the man.

"Sure that would be nice."

She lowered her voice slightly, as if she didn't want even him to hear "Okay then, thank you Bucky. You can be a massive dick sometimes, but I do owe you for this one."

"Yeah, that's more like it." He smirked.

She just turned away, rolling her eyes as they finally left that hellhole. Y/N and Bucky may have hated each other, but they also liked each other more than they would ever let on.