CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

11 || Buccaneer Bay

December 2018, Madripoor

The acid smell of Madripoor's Lowtown crept up their noses when they stepped out the shielding door frame of the rundown apartement building, burning their noses.

It smelled like rotten eggs and decaying corpses.

Bucky scrunched his nose. The smell wasn't new to him, but he didn't like it. He thought it had gotten worse since the last time he'd been here.

He turned to look at Marie next to him, expecting to see her hold her nose, but she didn't. She wore that blank look on her face that hadn't left her since she'd decided to leave the compound two weeks ago.

"You okay, doll?" the soldier asked.

He was worried about his girlfriend because he knew the only reason she'd decided to go was because she couldn't bear the thought of anyone possibly being in danger because of her.

Bucky could relate to that feeling. Steve had to talk him into joining them in the compound as well.

But the dark-haired man was even more worried because she had decided to hide where she was most wanted.

That's some fucked-up shit.

M raised her dark blue eyes at him, nodding.

"Yeah, I'm good Buck. Smells like danger, smells like life. Smells like fucking Madripoor. We better get going, I don't want to be late. Jessán doesn't wait."

She handed Bucky the matt black helmet she held for him.

He took it from her as he watched her long, blonde hair disappar under hers, then he put on his own.

They took off towards Buccaneer Bay on his black Ronan.

He didn't yet want to know where she knew Jessán from.

To their advantage, Buccaneer Bay was busy at this time of the day.

It was early afternoon when Bucky pulled up in front of a warehouse, parking his Ronan next to the silver door on the east side of the building.

They got down from the bike, clutching their helmets in their hands.

The air was muggy.

People were walking up and down around them, shouting at each other, driving on forklifts with goods on them that had to be loaded into different containers for shipping.

The soldier opened the metal door for his girlfriend and let it fall shut when he stepped into the warehouse behind her.

"Are you armed?" His voice was a low whisper, only hearable for Marie next to him. He looked at her from under his long eyelashes.

"I'm always armed, babe" she nodded.

She raised the hem of her loose fitting, light grey t-shirt to reveal handles of several small knives buckled between the black leather belt and the black jeans she was wearing.

A smile curled on both edges of his lips.

"Good girl."