Soldier Of Pain (Bucky Barns Fanfiction) [COMPLETED STORY]

Chapter 5 - Pain

A/N: I'm not as happy with this chapter as I would like to be, so just bare with me on that part. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway! =)

Triger Warnings: Mentions of Turture and Trauma. Also some meantions of starvation.
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I have always loved hiding. Every since I was young it's been one of my favorite things to do. Hide and seek. I would stay hiding for hours and no one would ever successfully find me, until Bucky that is.

But this time it felt different. As if, if I even moved a muscle someone might shoot at me.

I listened to the notices outside my hiding spot, as my only friends were taken into custody and were probably thrown into the most high security prison ever.

I waited for days, for the official government authority's to leave. But I still didn't leave or move after they had long gone.

I haven't eaten or dranken anything in so long that my body has completely stopped working. I wouldn't allow myself to sleep either. I wouldn't allow myself to be venerable.

Eventually after who knows how many more weeks, maybe even months, someone I wasn't expecting come to find me, throwing the many boxes from in front of me out of the way. I flinch at the sudden movement, closing my eyes.

I open my eyes again to see a pare of blue ones staring back at me with a slight smile. Two other people stand beside him.

I back away from them even further into the corner. Reaching for the knife in my belt holster.

"Hey, Doll, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here now. It's me, it's Bucky. I won't hurt you." His voice cracks slightly when he speaks. He kneels down to be at eye level with me.

I stare up at him with tears in my blurry eyes. "James?" I murmur, crawling closer to him and rapping my arms around him.

It's only then that I notice his metal arm has been complete broken off. The wires that probably sick out of it's broken shoulder are covered by a black cloth.

I pull away to look at his face. His entire face and probably the rest of his body are covered in all sorts of cuts and bruises. What the hell happened to him? What happened in Siberia?

It has probably been weeks since they left for Siberia, so how bad was the fight that it either only ended recently, or that the fight was so bad that his wounds have beardly healed?

I look up to meet Steve's eyes. Even he looks all battered and bruised up.

In the other corner stands the black cat man, only he has taken his helmet off, reviling his face to me for the first time. Now I recognize him. He's the prince of Wakanda, I've read an article on him once in a news paper.

I'm surprised he isn't attacking us or trying to murder Bucky. He stands next to Steve like they are best of friends.
Maybe they figured everything out. . . I don't know.

Bucky somehow picks me up bridle-style with his only remaining arm. Careful not to make any skin to skin contact with me. He carries me out of the warehouse and over to the aircraft. Steve and T'Challa following close behind.

I lay my head against Bucky's chest, closing my eyes and falling asleep for the first time in weeks.

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I wake up to the feeling of the warm sun glaring on my face through the aircrafts, or more like 'hovercrafts', large windows.

My vision is completely blurred up and I'm pretty sure I am seeing everything in double. I need to blink and squint my eyes for a few minutes for them to gain focus again.