CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

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drugging

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February 2016, Germany

Keller tracked the woman down in an abandoned house in Moscow after he decided that her mission took too long.

He found her lying on the base of a brittle stairwell, her blonde hair red from the puddle of blood that had pooled under her head.

Her throat was slit, the bones in her left arm crushed, almost pulverized.

The German doctor let out a deep sigh at the view of her, disappointed with her failure, but even more with his. He wished dearly he hand't put so much confidence in her and listened to the others.

Everyone told him she'd fail her mission.

After all, it's been Barnes who had trained her. Who had shown her how to use knives and guns. How to silently assassinate someone. He knew her every move, with or without new capabilities, because he'd do the same.

"He's gone. I told you she wouldn't do it" an angry voice behind the old man said.

It was Rumlow.

"He has too much of an impact on her mind. The two of them are practically one and the same person."

"That's exactly why I wanted her to succeed" the doctor answered.

He shook his head as he kneeled down next to Marie's motionless body. His fingers brushed over her pale face.

"To hit him at his own gun?" Rumlow was pissed.

He had to clean up after that fucking bitch again. Just because the old man loved her so much.

Keller put his gloved hands back into the pockets of his dark, heavy leather coat. The freezing cold of winterly Moscow crept in on him.

He shuddered.

"To do exactly that, yes."

His accent was thick, even more with the cold nibbling on his lips. Friedrich Keller had his eyes fixed on her.

Silence crept around them for a few moments.

"We'll bring her home" he finally ordered, stepping away from his adopted child, making room for his assistants.

Rumlow followed him.

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Marie's eyes wandered around the scarcely lit room, her blurry vision hardly taking in anything.

Her head was dizzy, a burning sensation coming from her nose.

She knew istantly she had that tube back in.

She pressed her eys shut trying to shake the nauseous feeling from her brain and gut. Her body was sore from lying, limbs numb from the weeks without movement.

It must have been weeks, right?

She couldn't even lift her head.

The harder she tried to remember what had happened the more it hid at the far back of her brain, refusing to come out. It was all a blurry mess.

Images of snow crunching under her black leather boots flashed before her eyes, the dark blue eyes of him burned on the inside of her eyelids.

His shocked face when she...

Before M could end her thinking she felt vomit pile in her mouth, forcing her sideways before splashing on the ground. Panting painfully, she dug her fingers deep into the hard mattress she was lying on.