Reaching Out | Bucky Barnes

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TW: forced reproductive surgery

*unwanted procedure related to reproduction*

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I stare in front of me unseeing.

I have no idea how long I've been here. I tried to keep track of when they shove food under the door, but the timings seem random. Sometimes it feels like days have passed between meals, but I can't tell if that's actually how long it's been or whether it's the darkness and silence playing tricks on me.

It's really fucking with me.

How many times I thought someone was standing in the corner, or someone was calling me from outside the door. I've woken up convinced I'm laying in bed beside Bucky only to realize the cot is too hard and the space too small. Sometimes the voice in my head is too loud, others, the silence hurts. I wake up from nightmares only to be greeted the blackness of reality. My hallucinations happen almost every time I fall asleep, making sleeping a terrifying prospect. I never know what I'm going to see. Headlights. Hearth. My parents. I thought seeing them in nightmares was bad; seeing them while awake is so much worse.

I let out a gasp as the door slides open, the light too bright for my eyes.

"Get up."

After a few moments of blinking, I look to see a guard in the doorway, glaring daggers that have me standing hesitantly. My legs almost give out beneath me, but I push myself away, eyeing the guard warily as he steps into the room.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going?" I croak as I take another step back, unsure whether this is real or not.

He doesn't answer but takes three huge steps forward before grabbing my arm and yanking me from the room. I walk on jelly legs as we snake around the indiscernible halls, eventually pushing through a pair of double doors that lead to a divided medical room. We take a sharp turn into a cubicle, and I'm roughly sat onto a chair-like exam table and strapped in with metal enforcements.

Doctor Hof comes around a divider, reading over a clipboard. "How are you feeling today, Y/N?"

Looking from her to the divider behind her and reach out, trying to see if there are many people in the room. I can feel others, but I can't tell if they're patients, doctors, or guards.

I return my attention to Hof who wears a bored expression, "Hmm, not going to talk? I think it's time for some motivation," she mumbles darkly before reaching into her pocket.

The next moment the familiar feeling of electricity travels its way through my body. My jaw clenches and I fist my hands, unable to pull my thoughts away from the pain. The electricity abruptly stops and I gasp in air, the remnants of pain throbbing through my brain while my wrists and neck are left burning.

"You are dangerous, Y/N. But we want to take advantage of that. You will be the beginning of a new breed of individuals that will take the world by storm," she explains as she nods someone over. A man in a lab coat appears from behind me, placing a clipboard on a table before disappearing again.

"I had a theory before as to why your mother was the only one who showed abilities. The tests we did only proved me correct; your mother had a certain mutation in her DNA that allowed her body to accept changes and gain abilities—predisposition if you will. This mutation and the changes she experienced were, luckily, passed to you. You have honed your abilities, but there is more we can do for you. To make you more. Your abilities mixed with that of our enhanced agents will make you unstoppable... There is the major risk, however," she says thoughtfully as the man stretches a plastic mask over my face and a sweet-smelling gas makes its way into my nose, "that your body will not react well to the serum, and you will die. That is why we need to take precautions; DNA and stem cell samples so I can replicate and insert changes into others—but the real safety net will be your eggs. Invasive, I know, but we know that your mothers' abilities passed to you genetically, so it is very likely that your children will also inherit those abilities. Whether you survive the serum or not, your abilities will live on."

The words flow through my brain and there is a small voice screaming at her to stop, but my body is floating, and I can't bring myself to oppose her.

"Get the team in for the procedure," Doctor Hof mutters as everything tuns fuzzy.

Definitely a heavier chapter, hope everyone was alright with it.

If this was triggering to you, please do some self-care, whether that be making yourself a hot drink or chatting with friends.