◦○DAYBREAK○◦ Bucky Barnes

nine

The ride to the compound was hushed and muffled, no one said much for the 4 hours they were confined in a dusted blue jeep. At least the seats were comfortable, handcuffs however, not so much.

Davina scratched roughly at her peeling wrists, they ached from rubbing metal.

Her head rested against the square cushioned head rest, Davina was exhausted, she was both physically and emotionally drained. 

Yet she refused to rest her eyes. Instead, her eyes darted from landmark to landmark, demanding her brain to remember as much of their travel route as possible. 

Her brain felt scattered, unable to focus on one specific thought, everything in her head just seemed jumbled up, unorganised. 

She found her thoughts shifting from Bucky, to the woods, to what awaited her at the compound. If they found out she was an ex-Hydra operative, things could get sticky.

The car was consumed by darkness as it drove through tunnel, her eyes fluttered against sleep, forcing herself to remain conscious. 

Sam and Steve spoke in muffled voices, maybe if she focused she would be able to listen in on what the two men in the seats in front of her had to say. However Davina wasn't interested in their opinions, to her, their minds worked the same as Hydra.

Always believing that they are right, never even registering that some people would be better off with out their help.

Light washed through the car windows once again as they drove out of the tunnels exit. Davina couldn't help but gulp heavily as the large structure came into view.

She didn't know what to expect but it certainly wasn't the building at the other end of her gaze.

Davina spied Steve watching her expressions warily in the cars mirrors. His eyes squinted slightly into a frown as the car drove into an underground carpark. 

The car was once again flooded with darkness, Davina drew her head away from the window and dropped her head to face her wrists. The reddened handcuff markings were beginning to turn more towards a dull purple colour.

Davina felt the car come to a jerked halt, her gaze didn't leave her swollen wrists as car doors opened and closed. Muffled chatter erupted from outside the vehicle, her eyes fluttered closed from exhaustion. Wherever she was going, there better be a bed.

The car shook slightly as her door was opened. 

Davina's eyes fluttered open again and she squinted upwards towards the pasty face staring back at her. 

Steve's expression was solemn, his lips were drawn together in a tight line and his eyebrows knitted together. 

He signalled silently for her to step out of the car and Davina obliged, shaky legs took slow steps out of the comfort of the plush leather seats and into the white light carpark. 

"Hands." Steve's voice was flustered, almost like his mind was somewhere else, like he didn't even acknowledge the girl standing before him.

"What?" Davina blinked in confusion.

He sighed and reached down to take her wrists. Davina obeyed, there was no point in struggling, she was on their land now.

The captain used a metal, pencil-like device to unlock her handcuffs and stuff them into bag, held open by Sam.

Davina walked silently, guided by Steve in front, Sam behind.

She guessed they knew she was done, she had given up. She wasn't getting out unless they let her leave. Which was unlikely to happen until the answers the duo longed for were received.

The interior was nothing like the outside, outside the place had looked blocky, messy even. But inside, inside was something like a masterpiece, hardly the supposed place for a base.

Most of the walls were replaced with windows stretching from the well polished floor to the ceiling. 

Davina's eyes were darting everywhere as she was led into another elevator, she watched the button 4 glow and the small box began to rise.

An AI's voice alerted the trio that their designated level had been reached.

Why couldn't Hydra use all their cash for a swanky elevator? Davina's mind raced.

She was guided past a number of numbered doors until Steve halted in front of her. 

Davina peeked around the side of his looming silhouette to face an open door with the number #39 plastered on the door in thin letters.

Steve moved aside as Sam ushered her inside and closed the door. Her ears perked at the sound of a soft click, confirming her suspicions towards the room being locked. 

It was small, a singular bed in one corner, a metal desk and chair in the other. The girl spied another door built into the grey walls to her left, presumably a bathroom.

A large window took up the space between her bed and desk.

She took slow steps towards the glass, overlooking the woodlands surrounding the compound and tapped on the pane harshly with bruised knuckles.

"Bulletproof." Davina found herself whispering shallowly to herself after listening to the sharp noises the glass provided as a result of her knocking.

Her gaze drifted from the woodland towards the clothes lain across her bedsheets, nothing special, definitely better than what hung loosely to her own, beaten up body.

With trembling hands, Davina grabbed the clothes and walked towards the bathroom. Once inside, she stripped with the light off.

People were always watching, Hydra had done well to teach her that from a young age.

She also dreaded the sight of herself in the mirror, that would most likely be hung somewhere on the bathroom wall. She didn't want to see what her body looked like, months on the run, emotionally dead, she couldn't bring herself to switch on the light and take a glance at her reflection.

Instead, Davina opened the door and sauntered towards her bed, leaving the bloodied clothes in a pile. 

The sheets were cool against her ragged skin, once under the covers, she blocked the entire world out and closed her eyes.

Word Count : 979

Sorry it's short, I honestly wasn't really feeling like writing today so that's why this chapter might suck a little. I did say that I would put a chapter out today though so HeRe YaH gO <3