Winter's Veil || BUCKY X FEM!OC

*CHAPTER 6*

Present

EVIE POV

I jolted up, only for my elbows to slam back down on a cool metal table. I let out a long groan as the bitter sensation of hitting my funny bone fizzled painfully up my nerves. I sunk into the uncomfortable seat again as the harsh light dangling above me stung my eyes, nestling my pulsing head into my crossed arms sprawled on the table. I stayed like that for a few blissful seconds, deeply inhaling despite the staleness of the room I was in, unaware of the previous hours.

Hang on, where the fuck am I?

My heart leaped out of my chest as I slowly lifted my head out of the safe haven of my arms. I painfully cracked my eyes open, surveilling the dismal, box-shaped room. My hands were handcuffed to a rail that was connected to the top of the silvery table, like in those detective shows, a small smirk found my lips as my mind was flung back to when I would sit cross-legged on the scratchy carpet to watch reruns of those old cop shows on the archaic TV. 

I pushed those fleeting memories aside, focussing my eyes in front of me, I saw two solid chairs made out of the same material as the table, positioned directly in front of it. Uneasiness rumbled through me as I thought of how an interrogation would go. The last time I had one didn't end well. A shiver ran down my spine, dispelling those memories to the back of my mind before they erupted out of control and I lost my cool.

I twisted my head behind my aching body, exploring the unusual room, I saw a glaringly white tiled floor that continued halfway up the wall. The rest of the wall was painted in a sickly brown, it made my stomach shift in disgust, throat drying and stomach churning in reflex. There was a door placed behind me, it was painted the same colour as the walls, as if it was trying to hide that it was reinforced. The odd colour choice led me to believe that it was true for the walls as well, they probably had been reinforced with vibranium or some shit.

I turned my gaze elsewhere, finding a large mirror burrowed into the wall in front of me, it was obviously one of those two-way mirrors. I stared at my shaken appearance, taking in the angry red bruises which marred my pale skin, and my tired face. The remnants of my minimal makeup were now not-so-minimally smeared under my eyes, making me seem even more tired. My uniform from the night before was crumpled and covered in unusual marks that I had no idea how I got.

The dull beating in my head worsened, screaming at me for some water. My parched tongue wetted my cracked lips with no success, so I thumped my head back down on the cool table, my curiosity swept away with the nonexistent breeze.

Whilst my head was hidden under my wild hair, I searched for the unnatural thrum of the darkness in my veins that I usually ignored, but it was silent once again. I sighed loudly, collapsing in annoyance at being stuck in this hellhole.

As time ambled by, my body became aware of the numerous injuries which just seemed to grow in intensity. My side was particulalry ferocious and screamed at me if I Inhaled too deeply, which spent the nearby muscles into spasms. My mind was too foggy to figure out what exactly I had done to it, but it could've been due to the fact I did fall from quite a height.

My thoughts meandered back through the events of last night, well, what I could remember. I worked as a bartender for a decrepit bar on the outskirts of the capital, Bucharest. It paid well enough, and anyone who came in left too drunk to remember my face; of course, there were anomalies, similar to last night. It had started off as a normal weeknight, like a ghost town, until a large group of guys around my age came in for birthday drinks and didn't leave until closing. Once they found out it was also my birthday, they persuaded me to have a few sips, then a few drinks, then a few shots. The rest of the night was a blur filled with figures flitting over moonlit towns and a flaming red outfit until I woke up on that flying ship. Faint murmurs tangled into flashes of disheveled brown hair covering startling blue eyes that made my lungs fill with sharp, arctic ice, cooling my burning insides. I remember being entranced by them, even though I never registered his face, and they haunted my dreams even after being heavily sedated. For the second time.