Bucky's Diary

June 13, 2007

My Domain – Tommee Profitt (ft. Svrcina)
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Dear Diary,

I panicked this morning like an absolute crazy person because every morning when I wake up, I pull my diary out from under my pillow and look at the picture of me and Steve (because, ever since the brainwashing when I first got back, I re-read my letter and figured out who I really was again, just as anticipated).

The only issue was that, when I reached under my pillow to grab my diary this morning to look at Steve anew, the little booklet wasn't there at all.

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Something was off about, well, everything. I couldn't put my finger on something specific that was the root cause, but a lot of things were just out of place.

First, my diary was missing and my diary was something nobody even knew about. Second, my door was open and it was never open unless there was an agent in here to retrieve me to bring me somewhere else. It was never even unlocked, nevermind all the way open like it was right now.

Despite my better judgement, I walked through the metal archway and started meandering down the dim hallway until I saw something that stuck out to me. Yet, no matter how hard I looked, nothing was out of place.

I looked down at my watch to get the time and it was 5:04. I then proceeded to realize that I had been stalking the halls in nothing but grey sweatpants. Despite that, I wasn't going back to my room until I found my diary. This was no joke to me and I was not about to give up so soon.

A good distance before the end of the hallway there was another door that was open which stood out like a sore thumb. I knew there would be someone or something in there that I'd have to face in order together what I wanted, but that was obviously something I was willing to do if I made it all this way breaking the rules the whole time.

I turned the corner slowly and entered the room hyper-aware of my surroundings. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, or what I was up against, but I certainly needed to be prepared for the worst.

"Took you long enough," a mans voice grumbled from a dark, far corner of the room.

The fact that there was only one light in this room, and that said light was over the door, made the situation that much more ominous. The yellow light poured over my back as I stepped into the room farther, trying to get the light out of my eyes so I could properly see who was before me.

He was shirtless and in fitted, low-rise black cargo pants with black, mid-calf height, steel-toed terrain boots. When he stepped forward, I felt my eyes trail across his muscular build... over every vein in his lower abdomen and up his chest, across his strong arms which sported vascularity all around. As I made my way up his neck, I caught brown stubble at his jaw and dark brown hair tousled around his face.

He quickly moved a hand up to push his hair out of his eyes, revealing a set of snake-like yellow-green eyes.

"Rumlow," I mumbled his name.

He started to approach me, an unmistakable and familiar swagger in his step. A deliberate move for certain, but I wasn't entirely sure why just yet. He smirked at me before stopping a few feet away still, making me feel almost slimy and gross. "That's me," he whispered, almost as if he was talking to himself.

"What're you- what do you- I mean-"

"Shhh," he quieted me, his tone sending shivers across my bare skin and interrupting my unstable thought process as he stepped slowly closer.