|| SamBucky (WinterFalcon Oneshots) ||

The one-time Bucky lost his shit. (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)

When Sam woke up, he was in a world of pain. The room was dark and stale, a stray light bulb swinging back and forth. Distantly, he can hear the sound of cars passing by, and for the first time since he's woken up, he wonders where he is. His head pounds something fierce, a blossoming pain exploding throughout his head. What the fuck happened?

His memory is scattered, and it annoys Sam to no end. It's like he needs to string them along to make coherent thoughts, and a small giggle bubbles out of his throat. For some reason, the word string is funny to him. Whatever, he has more important things at hand. And that is getting the fuck out of whatever shithole he's landed himself in. He tries to stand, but the chains binding him to the wall retract painfully, forcing a whine out of the hero's throat.

"Oh, so you're finally awake? That's good." The man says a smile that shows too many teeth stretching across his face. Sam sneers, his eyes darkening as the man continues to smile that eerie smile of his. Sam manages to roll his eyes.

"You're probably wondering why you're here, aren't you? I must say, you're quite the trouble for tracking down, it took me weeks to find you, and now that I have you here chained to the wall like the pathetic hero you are, it won't be long before your pet soldier comes running to you. Which is exactly what I want." He says and a sense of dread fills his guts, and something must show because the man is laughing.

"It's a good plan, right? God knows that man has attached himself to you, almost as if you're his saving grace. James sees you as someone to love and care for, something he hasn't had since he fell off that train. You're not special, Sam. You're just Steve's replacement." Sam winces, not wanting it to be true. He's lying, right? He has to because he thought he and Bucky were going strong, there's something unsaid between them, a sort of connection that neither wants to explore just yet. But what if he's right?

It's the blossoming sting of pain exploding across his face that brings him back, tethering him when all he wants to do is float. "So, let's get this started. You have something I want." The man starts, watching the hero closely. Sam flicks his eyes up to his captor, his lip curling into a snarl as he spits a glob of bloody saliva on his face, his smile showing off his bloody teeth.

"You're gonna fucking regret that, just you see." Before Sam has a chance to make a sassy remark, a punch to the ribs takes his breath away, and then another, and another, and another. Sam doesn't know how long the torture goes for, but he's quickly losing touch with reality, and distantly, he feels a rib crack from the force of impact. He tries to curl into himself, trying to stop the onslaught of pain, but once again the chains retract and he lets out a cry of pain.

Eventually, the torture stops and Sam slumps forward, his head dangling as he finally loses consciousness.

Bucky is walking up the steps when suddenly he stops, his eyes narrowing. Something is not right.