Bucky Barnes imagines

Cold (Pt. 1)

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HYDRA kidnaps the reader and Bucky and makes Bucky torture the reader then once they're saved the reader is scared of him!

A/N: Hello, my loves! Long time no see! I promise it was not intentional. Life tends to pull me in mannnnny different directions these days! But I'm back now! This imagine may be in several parts (but at least two). I have received several different requests, and I assure you, they are in the works! Since I have been busy settling into school, I can't say for certainty when they will be finished. But I will try my hardest to update when I can! Thank you all for being so patient with me, and hanging in there waiting for my updates! It means the world to me that you all still read my work! :) 

See you next update,

-M <3

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"One venti white mocha, and one grande vanilla latte for Y/N." The barista called out, holding the two cups in her hands over the sleeves. I took a step forward and took them from her, offering a smile and a quiet 'thanks' before walking outside into the sharp cold air of New York City. The sudden shift in temperature caused me to wince, but the sight of Bucky leaning against the edge of the building eased my discomfort.

"I got your drink, Bucky." He slightly jumped from his spot against the wall, causing me to let out a small laugh. "Do I scare you all that much?"

"Sorry, doll." Bucky smiled apologetically, his eyes still focused down the street as he took the warm cup from my hand. "Something just caught my attention."

"Is something wrong?" I inquired, my gaze following his, but finding nothing, aside a very light flow of foot traffic that was moving down a usually busy sidewalk.

The feeling of his free fingers linking through my own pulled my attention back to him, and I met his eyes carefully. They were calm, but I could sense the uncertainty that lingered within them.

"Everything's okay." He smiled, before looking down at the drink in his hand. "So, remind me what you got me?"

"Well, I know that you usually enjoy your dark roast coffee, but I thought that maybe you'd like to try something new. So I got you a vanilla latte." We began to walk down the street, making our way towards the Tower at a leisurely pace, watching the stars that speckled the dark sky.

Over the past nine months, this had become our nightly routine. The local Starbucks was only a few blocks from the Tower, but far enough away to have space from the others in the Tower, especially Steve. As great of a friend to Bucky he was, there never seemed to be a moment without Steve hovering over everything Bucky did. These walks became an escape, but also enjoyable moments, especially as our friendship had begun to transform into something more.

"Tell me what you think." I smiled, watching as Bucky raised his cup to take a sip. He remained silent, his eyebrow furrowed briefly as he tasted the warm liquid. After swallowing, he turned and glanced at me.

"I just want you to know... you chose the worst drinks, every single time."

"Oh, shut up. " I laughed, and rolled my eyes, pulling my hand free to grab his cup and take a sip. " They even added an extra pump of vanilla. I promise you, Bucky, anything is better than the dark roast coffee you consume by the bucket load, I'll say that much."

"I just don't need extra sweetness in my coffee." He let out an amused chuckle, and shrugged his shoulders. "But I appreciate you trying to emerge me into the world of coffee. It's been a fun ride, even though it hasn't been my favorite experience."

"Alright, Mr. Smart Ass, how about this..." I glanced at him, smiling as we continued our journey home, nearing the next stop light. "Next week, you'll choose where we go. You can even pick what I get."

"I think that sounds like a fun idea. I'll have to do some research on the local cuisine. I'm sure I'll find something interesting."

A slight tug on the laces of my shoes caught my attention, and I nearly felt myself tumble to the ground, coffee in hand. A gentle but firm tug on my arm helped me catch my balance, although the two coffees slipped and splashed all across the concrete.

I turned to find Bucky gently holding my arm, his eyes slightly amused.

"Falling for me already?"

"You are literally the worst." I rolled my eyes and knelt down to grab the coffee cups. "Would you mind throwing these away? I think there's a trash can just up ahead a bit. I'll tie my shoes and be right there."

"Sure thing." He took the cups from me and stood up. Bucky hesitated slightly. "Are you sure you don't want me to wait for you?"

"Don't worry about me. I'm usually not this clumsy. " I let out a small laugh, and he smiled before nodding and walking up towards the nearest trash can. My concentration focused on my laces, and I began to neatly tie my shoes. I felt the presence of another person stand in front of me, and I smiled, figuring it was Bucky.

"Well, even for a super soldier, that was pretty fast B-" I looked up, but did not meet the familiar warm eyes of Bucky Barnes. Instead, they were cold and dark, and not the least bit friendly. The man was dressed in completely black, his muscles bulging against the material of his shirts and pants. An patch was attached to the collar of his shirt, and my blood ran cold as I recognized the octopus that adorned the man's attire.

My lips parted to speak once again, but I did not have the chance to utter one word. He lunged forward, grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. One of his arms wrapped tightly around my neck, nearly cutting off my air way entirely. At this point, I could see Bucky had found the trash can and had just turned around. His eyes looked startled and frightened at the sight of me. Bucky began to make a fast pace towards where we stood, but the draw of a gun froze him in his place. The cold metal pressed against my temple, and I couldn't help the small whimper as I prepared for the worst.

"We've been looking for you, Soldier."  

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