Marvel Oneshots

A Phone Call ☆

Last edit: 8/24/23
warnings: blood? dying, abuse

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Bucky's pov

My phone rang, buzzing on the kitchen table. Odd, nobody ever calls, I have less than ten contacts in this thing. I pick up my phone, looking at the bright yellow screen, no way...

Luna?

She doesn't have to check in for another two days. She must be in trouble. I pick it up, putting it up to my phone.

"Hey," she sounds fine, I think?

"Hey love, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," her voice shook, definitely not okay. She would never let me hear her voice like this.

"Okay, why did you call? Aren't you undercover? Are you safe?"

"I just- I missed you, Sarge."

"Luna, you know I miss you, but what's going on? Can you talk?"

As I finish my sentence, Wanda walks in, looking at me. I wave my hand over and put Luna on speaker, hoping she's okay, hoping she's safe, hoping she makes it home.

I whisper, "She's not supposed to check in for another two days. She called me and didn't sound right."

"No. Nothing is going on, I just miss you. I want to hear your voice. Talk to me. "

"Someone's listening in," Wanda said, pulling paper out from a drawer and texting the Avengers to meet us in the kitchen.

"Luna, are we on speaker? I just want to tell you about my new girlfriend, " Wanda said in a giggly voice. Listening closely to Luna's answer. Wanda is good at putting on characters to confuse her targets.

"No... Buck, remember our talk before we left? Let's talk about that, please. "

She took a deep audible breath before repeating, "Please."

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Luna's pov

I coughed, red pooling out of my mouth and onto my shirt. I looked up and smiled, taunting those who held me hostage.

About a week ago, they found out I was undercover; they took me to my "boss" and have been torturing me in his office since.

Another punch, and the man pulls his hand away, rubbing his knuckles. He laughs at me before saying, "Good news, this is the last day you'll see me."

"You'd think that seeing your ugly face would've made me go blind by now."

"You want to make a phone call before I kill you?"

I laugh. No way is he actually going to do it. He's bluffing to make me give up where the Avengers are.

"You know, if this whole torturing thing doesn't work out, you could become a comedian."

He pulled a knife, dragging it deep into my back. I hissed, then screamed when he stabbed me right below my last rib, blood flowing down my back. He left the knife in my back and untied my hands, I'm already feeling a little lightheaded, not good news.

I might really die here.

He puts a burner phone in my left hand and starts dragging the next knife across my back.

"If you tell them where you are, who you are with, if you tell them you're in trouble, if they hang up, if you hang up... I drive this knife through your heart. Say you're goodbye, then I'll kill you. "