Paranoia (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

☠️|Prologue|☠️

You never fully understood your origins. In fact, you couldn't remember much beyond the age of six anyway. Most of your life was shrouded in blurred memories, mostly consisting of Hydra. You grew up in the Russian compound amidst many other candidates for the organization. More specifically, you were one of their experiments. Baron Strucker was the overseer of the Miracle Project, and you were his most prized possession.

As far as you were told, you were the youngest of the Maximoff siblings. Wanda and Pietro doted upon you constantly, and in turn you did the same. Your case files were few and far between, full of rather inconsistent information. Each day was full of constant experimentation, such as blood tests, cell division and a shit ton of needles. Not to mention experiments with that stupid stick from Loki. However, no matter how painful the experiments may be, your wounds were healed quickly with Hydra's "special treatments."

It bothered you at first, but eventually it just became routine. Over the years you were certainly becoming stronger, and an asset to Hydra. Baron Zemo came into power on your twenty-third birthday, and boy was he a pain in your ass. It was rather obvious he had a slight thing for you, whether it was genuine or just because of your status, only he knew. But your brother Pietro certainly didn't approve.

Then again, you didn't think he liked any guy that tried to talk to you. God forbid flirt or get physical with you. Which definitely won't help the next project Hydra planned to assign you too: The Winter Soldier Project. You had been picked to oversee the test subject alongside Zemo. You weren't exactly thrilled about the idea, like at all.

The thought of spending more time with him irked you. He already somehow managed to be a nuisance, even when he wasn't in the same vicinity as you. Whether it was having one of his subordinates keeping an eye on you, or a text from the candy loving man himself. On one hand, yes, you had to admit he was charming. In his own, twisted way. But on the other, you knew he was a conniving little fuck. But him, coupled with Strucker's constant relapses with anger issues, you couldn't believe life could get any worse anyway. Thought, if you did have to pick one, you supposed Zemo was definitely the better choice.

Your phone dinged and you frowned, "Speak of the devil..."

Turkish Shit, 9:31am
Oh Y/n! How are you, liebling?

You stared at the words on the dimly lit screen. You chewed your bottom lip, debating whether you should be a petty bitch and leave him on read. You chose to ignore him when another text popped on screen.

Roadrunner, 9:32am
Y/n! Good morning!

                                                         Y/n, 9:32am
                                     Good morning, Pietro!

Roadrunner, 9:32am
(Favorite dessert) for breakfast?
Wanda doesn't have to know >:)

                                                         Y/n, 9:33am
                                            You read my mind <3

You smiled. Growing up, you and Pietro were definitely the rebellious duo. As much as she tried, Wanda could never keep up with you two. She was the mother hen, and you were her defiant chicks. Hell, you even had your battle suit's design modeled after Pietro.

Roadrunner, 9:34am
Just give me ten >xP

You grinned, closing the phone just as the Turkish shit send another message. He could wait, you had a breakfast with your partner in crime. Not even a moment later, a gust of wind crashed through your door, followed by the silver haired man.

"Heeyy!" Pietro grinned sheepishly, a tray of different desserts in his arms.

He brought several pastries, cakes, ice cream and of course (favorite dessert). You could of drooled right then and there, the sweet aromas mixing together as they wafted into the air.

"So, what's the special occasion?" You grabbed the tray and set it on a small nearby table.

"Nothing really, I just had cravings." He hummed softly, "That and it's been a while since Strucker let us out of confinement."

He stood innocently in the corner, chewing slowly on a chocolate covered marshmallow. His blue eyes were bright like a child's as he smiled sheepishly.

"That is true," you shoved a truffle into your mouth when your phone lit up again.

Turkish Shit, 9:42am
Y/n, darling
why must you ignore me? :(

"Who's that?" Pietro's voice was muffled as he stuffed his cheeks.

"Zemo," you sighed. "It's fine though. I just smile and nod."

                                                          Y/n, 9:42am
     Cuz I'm spending time with Pietro instead.

"If he's bothering you, I can easily get rid of him," Pietro frowned. "And make it look like an accident."

"As charming as that sounds, I'd rather not find out Hydra had you executed for disposing of one their higher ups."

Pietro pouted but conceded. He looked around your tiny room. Like his and Wanda's, it was worn and practically empty. The only thing you had was a bed in the corner, a small table and a mirror. A camera was set up on the wall opposite of the bed, constantly blinking red to indicate it was recording.

Looking up at it you frowned. You couldn't deny that it unsettled you. Scared you, even. Just exactly how much did they see every day? Were they ever disappointed in what you did day to day? Were they ever talking about you? Perhaps the way you would talk to yourself alone at night was a cause for concern. Did they ever think you were plotting against them?

"Y/n?"

Pietro mumbled with half a pasty sticking out of his mouth. You turned your head with a slight stutter, "H-Huh?"

"You were staring off again."

"Oh, sorry."

He wiped a dab of whipped cream off his chin with a thumb. His blue eyes lingered over you as he walked up to stand at your side. You felt his hand gently grip your shoulder.

"I'm fine, Pietro. Really."

He frowned, grabbing a (favorite dessert) from the array of sugary treats and shoving it into your mouth. Your eyes widened the decadent flavor. You let out a whimper of delight as you chewed on the treat.

"You look like a chipmunk," Pietro sneered.

You whipped your head around to glare at him, "I amf not ah chifmunk!"

He let out a chortle upon hearing your muffled voice. You shoved his chest, forcing him backwards. He landed on his rear end with a thud and a disgruntled groan. He glanced up as you towered over him, hands planted on your hips triumphantly.

"Okay, okay, you win." Pietro smiled, leaning back on his hands.

"Damn right I do," you kicked his ankle in a playful manner. "Thanks, though. I kind of needed this."

Your gaze shifted to the camera again, "This have been...tough lately. More so than usual."

Pietro's brow furrowed with concern, "What's wrong? If I have to beat Zemo's ass, I will."

"No, no." You sighed, "I'm just not excited for the upcoming project I've been assigned to. Zemo just happens to be my fucking partner."

"What project?"

"The Winter Soldier Program."