This Sick World (Bucky X y/n)

Chapter 6

YOUR POV:
I slowly woke up. I blinked a few times trying my hardest to regain consciousness. I looked around me and started to panic. I realized I was chained to a chair inside a glass box. I could see the glass was thick, probably bulletproof. I struggled to break my chains. "There's no use" I looked up to see who was speaking. It was Steve. He was leaning up against a wall in the corner of the room I was in. He got up from the wall and stood a little bit away from the box. He was facing me with a neutral expression on his face. Yet a hint of sadness was hidden behind his blue eyes.

"Look I know that you aren't brain washed, because you remembered Bucky." There was a silence. I gave him a death stare. "Why would do something like that? Why would you try and kill him?"

"He was my mission." I replied calmly.

There was silence, he was trying to think of what to say next. "I know you've been through a lot. I can tell by your scars." He was right. I had been through a lot. I had many scars all over my body. I had one you could really see on my face. It went through my eye brow and down my eye. It stopped below my eye. I had many scars along my back and arms. Most were from torture, but some were from battle. "I know what they can do to you. Bucky's told me." He continued. "I don't understand why you would willing work for Hydra-" I cut him off.

"I don't work for Hydra."

He seemed shocked by my response. He stared at me with a confused look while I continued to give him a death stare. "Then who do you work for?"

"That's none of your business." I was trying to stay as calm as I could.

"You have to tell us, y/n."

"I won't tell you." My tone was cold. My accent was coming out. My temper was short. He could tell I was getting frustrated.

"Look, y/n. I know that there's still good in you so I want to give you another chance. You can join the Avengers if you please. We could use the extra help with our missions. Or you can stay in jail for the rest of your life. It's your choice."

"How would you know that there's good in me?" I questioned.

"Well you couldn't kill Bucky." His words were making me mad. I clenched my fists in anger. "I could tell that since you couldn't kill him you must still have that good side because you still love him-" I cut him off once again.

"I DONT LOVE HIM!" I yelled. I was leaning forward now. He seemed taken aback from my words. He quickly recollected himself. His eyes were full of sadness, though I not know why. I wasn't really friends with Steve. I only knew him because of Bucky. "Think about it..." he said softly as he walked out. I leaned back in my chair. If it was Bucky I was talking to he could have seen I was lying. He could see right through me. Just like the night he threw me out. He could tell I was lying about the letter being nothing. I did still love him even though I tried to deny it. I hated him and loved him all at the same time. I couldn't bring myself to forgive him. Yet I desperately wanted to. I was tired. Stress and anxieties swarmed my mind. I could feel my eye lids getting heavier. I thought about the offer Steve gave me. I slowly fell asleep thinking about the decision that had to be made.

I slowly woke up. It was dark in the room I was in. I was still stuck in my chair. I waited in the dark for a while until someone walked in. Multiple people walked in, including Bucky and Steve. They must have been the rest of the Avengers. "Have you made your decision yet?" Steve was speaking to me. I had my gaze firmly on his blue eyes. They seemed to be pleading for an answer. But the answer wasn't for him. It was for someone else. I couldn't tell who it was for though. "I have." I responded.