CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

15 || Captured

TW

drugging/poisoning
acts of violence
murder

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Marie felt her stomach twitch as she watched Bucky leave the room.

His broad shoulders were tensed. She could see from his posture he was fucking pissed.

She hated herself for putting him in this position. She didn't want him to feel like he had to make a decision.

Her stomach twitched again with the feeling of sadness building up inside of it, the acidic reflux piling in her mouth. The smell that crept up her nose snapped her gag reflex. The content of her stomach emptied from her mouth on the dark walnut floor to her feet.

A tingling feeling settled on her tongue, numbing her mouth.

M felt her heartpace quicken rapidly.

Sweat ran down her face, dripping to the floor from her chin.

Her head was spinning.

Her vision blurry.

She felt her hand grab the corner of the art-deco style black and gold Casa Padrino dresser to steady her balance.

The last time she'd felt like this was a decade ago when she had tried LSD for the first time.
She had earned herself one of the greatest punishments she ever got from Keller for this.

Inside her head, Marie was screaming for Bucky, but her mouth was motionless, her words were silent.

She felt the earthquake of a panic attack flood her body through her veins.

Her lungs felt like suffocating as tears rushed from her eyes, mixing with the sweat as they dropped from her chin as well.

Her throat felt sore from her silent screams. M was captured inside her own body.

She saw the green aura of her powers build up around her body, and she felt the tingling feeling of electrical shock waves wash over her, but she couldn't control it.

The pounding of her heartbeat pushed through her head, vibrating in her ears. It sounded like the rough sea crashing on the shore.

Bucky was down in the living room, pouring himself yet another drink just to tap it down in one go before raising the bottle to his glass again.

He dearly wished he could get drunk. This was the time.

He was so fucking mad at his girlfriend's foolishness.

Her being unreasonable and so damn stubborn filled his whole body with anger.

The soldier didn't like being angry with her, but he couldn't help it this time. He was disappointed with her for the first time since... well, since ever.

His anger fled from his chest in a frustrated growl.

He only realised he had broken the glass in his flesh hand when the sharp pain of the liquor running over his wound reached his brain.

"Fuck" he growled, walking over to the kitchen where he put his hand in the sink, rummaging in the cupboard above his head for the first-aid kit he knew M had placed there - just in case. He clenched his teeth when he pulled the large shard from his palm. He rolled his eyes at himself.

As if I don't have better things to do.

The soft klicking of the front door being unlocked caused the dark-haired soldier to raise his head.