Saving Bucky (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Chapter 10 - Visitors

"Wake up."

You're torn from a thin veil of sleep by a deep voice and strong hands shaking your shoulders. 

"Get off!" you shout, addled by sleep as you toss a wild punch at the figure looming over you. But an even larger hand catches your fist, pinning you gently back on your bed.

"There's no time, you must get up," the voice whispers. Suddenly the hands pinning you down disappear as the figure takes a step back. You roll from your bed and grab your pen with the poisoned tip from your bedside table, wielding it in front of you almost blindly, chest heaving as your adrenaline surges.

"Calm down, it's me," the voice says, a familiar accented baritone.

"Kentay?" you hiss, your eyes adjusting to the dim light streaming in through your window from the moon outside. 

"Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," he says, taking your pen from your hands and placing inside your palm something cold, and much heavier. Your fingers instinctively curl around the grip and you notice for the first time the strobing red lights of the backup generators as their shadows bounce down the corridor outside your open door. 

The Keep has lost power.

"How did you get in here?" you demand, glancing down at the gun in your hand. "And what's going on?"

"Your door was closed, but not latched," Agent King scolds. "But that's not important. The Hold has been breached," he whispers.

You stare back blankly, confused. Agent King lets out a soft sigh as his silhouette shakes its head. He crosses to your side, guiding you back down on your bed and sitting next to you.

"How are you feeling?" he asks, taking your free hand in his and holding it gently, his thumb rubbing slow, small circles into your wrist. "Can you fight, if need be?"

"Of course," you say sourly, eyes locked on your clasped hands, yet not pulling away. "I'm offended you're even asking."

"And the headache?" he inquires.

You furrow your brow, silently gauging the pain in your head. It's nearly gone, but you can still feel a slight discomfort still swimming beneath a numbing, and gradually thinning, fog. 

Your medication is already wearing off.

"I'm fine for now," you say staunchly. "This is unnecessary," you say coldly, nodding towards your intertwined hands.

His eyes widen slightly as his gaze flits down to his own absentminded stroking of your wrist. He quickly lets go and stands, clearing his throat and offering you a stiff nod before moving to your bathroom. You rise to follow as he drops to his knees and scoops a small handful of pills back into the blue bottle that lays forgotten near the bathtub. Capping it tight, he turns and holds it out to you.  

"I'll go to the lab and get you a new bottle tomorrow," Agent King says in response to your disgusted wince. "For now, keep this on you. No reason to take any chances. Not if you're still feeling the aftermath of today's interrogation."

You nod and shove the pill bottle, along with your pen, into the pockets of the sweatpants you had slipped into before retiring for the night.

"You said the hold was breached," you whisper. "What can I do? How can I help?"

"Nothing," he says. "You weren't answering the director's calls so he sent me to check on you. But you're to stay put. Lock your door. And here," he holds out your ear piece - the one you had tossed aside earlier in the evening in the midst of your migraine. "Stop taking this thing out."