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Their arm was around my waist, Their hand on my mouth, muffling all my words and screams.

I tried to electrocute them but it didn't work, i tried to shock them with their memories but nothing happened, i even tried to show them one of mine to scare them or something but it was no use.

I was being dragged out my room, kicking my legs and trying to free my arms from their grip.

Everything was dark, all the lights were off so i couldn't see anything.

I was fighting against their grasp and they was struggling but i couldn't break free.

I did the only thing i could think of, i bit down on their hand, they winced ripping their hand away from my mouth. I needed help, everyone was asleep but if i screamed loud enough maybe they would wake up.

"HELP!" I screamed, he tried to cover my mouth but i moved my head away "Somebody Help me! Help!"

"Shut up!" He groaned, it was a guy, holding me tighter that I thought he could break my ribs, i didn't recognise his voice.

I flailed my legs around, kicking a vase of flowers that was sitting on a table in the hall, it smashed to the ground loudly that i knew it had to wake at least someone up.

"SOMEBODY FUCKING WAKE UP FOR FUCK SAKE!" I screamed as loud as I could, at this point I was so scared, I was powerless, I hated feeling powerless, I was panicking. 

"BUCKY! BUCKY!"

I cried out his name like it was the most important word I could ever speak, tears were filling in my eyes as he yanked on my hair, pulling my hair back, I yelped in pain but it was muffled when he covered my mouth again, his grip so much tighter than before.

-Bucky's POV-

"SOMEBODY FUCKING WAKE UP FOR FUCK SAKE!"

I jumped up from my bed, looking around the room. Did I just imagine that? I swear I could have heard Clem-

"BUCKY! BUCKY!"

My heart sank, definitely did not imagine that. I leaped from my bed, grabbing the gun that was under my pillow, swinging the door open and walking out into the hall, looking back and forth. Her room. I quickly sprinted in the direction of her room, That's when I saw her.

She was wiggling and fighting in this mans grasp, he had black hair, he was very muscular and his jaw was sharp, but he was pale, very pale. "Hey!" I yelled, catching his attention, he looked up at me, Clementine still trying to break free.

"That's my girl, fuck head!" I pointed the gun at him, he froze, he looked scared but I had a feeling it wasn't of me "Put her down or I'll shoot!"

"You wouldn't shoot me when I have your precious girlfriend in my arms, would ya?" He removed his hand from her mouth, locking her neck with his arm. She gasped, probably trying to catch her breath.

"Wanna bet?" I cocked the gun, aiming for the head "I'm a hell of a shot."

I heard footsteps coming from both ends of the hall, Steve, Natasha, Pietro, Wanda, Tony, all of them were here.

"What the hell is going on?" Wanda asked, looking panicked between me and Clementine and the guy holding her.

"Nothing much, just chilling" Clementine voice was jagged, I could tell she was struggling to breath due to his arm around her neck.

"Put her down and nobody gets hurt" Steve reasoned, raising his hands in defence.

"There's no way out of this, buddy" Tony stated.

I saw the way his eyes dropped, he looked sad, but he also looked happy. "She told me to give you a message" He said softly "She said 'You took everything from me, I shall return the favour..."

"Sister'."

He pushed Clementine away, his head jerked back, blood dripping down his nose from the bullet wound that was straight threw his head.

But I hadn't even put my finger on my trigger, I looked around to see if anyone else had shot him, none of them were holding guns.

I looked down at Clementine, she was sitting in the ground, starring at his body. Wanda was kneeling next to her, her hand on her cheek trying to get her to say something but it looked like she was in shock.

"Doll.." I took a step towards her, not even realising what I said, her head shot up to mine, tears were rolling down her cheeks.

She quickly stood to her feet, stomping towards me, I took steps back, I'm not going to deny that she scared me.

"You fucking bastard" She growled "We need him!"

Steve stepped in, grabbing her arm but she kept trying pull away from him, looking like she wanted to kill me. "Do you enjoy killing people! What about my parents huh?! Did you liked having their blood on your hands you fucking phyco!"

"Clem enough" Steve scolded.

"Bet you would have loved to have killed me, right! Murdered a child, I was thirteen! Fucking thirteen, Bucky!"

"He wasn't in control, it wasn't him" Steve protested.

"But he still did it!" She snapped at Steve, ripping from his grasp and walking up to me, she pushed my chest making me stumble back "You should have killed me! You should have killed me instead of them!"

She kept shoving my chest, I grabbed her wrist but she kept pulling against them "Doll.." I sighed, trying to calm her down, trying to hold back the tears in my eyes, I hated seeing her angry at me.

"Why didn't you kill me" Her voice was broken, when I looked down to her face she was crying, I had never seen her cry before, it didn't feel right seeing her cry, she wasn't the type of person to cry.

"You could have killed me, I wish you killed me!" She sobbed, her body giving into my grip and sinking into my chest.

She sobbed loudly, practically screaming. She looked so vulnerable, crying into my chest as everyone watched, their eyes wide and surprised, none of us ever expected for Clem to let us see her vulnerable.

I rested my chin in her head, holding her as close to me as I can.