CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

22 || Cut off One Head

Bucky sat in the driver's seat of the Spano, hugging the curb in front of the Princess Bar in Low Town.

His watchfull, dark blue eyes wandered over the place. He analyzed the situation in front of the bar, eying the men that had women hooked on their arms walking in and out.

Some were absolutely wasted, others were sober to a point where they scrunched their noses at the wavering smell of alcohol, vomit, and piss.

O'Donnell and Hoan, who shared this business, updid their place while he and Marie were gone.

What had been a dirty shithole a few weeks ago, was now a shining establishment. A large, metall double door replaced the old wooden one, and all the windows had been removed.

A giant neon sign hung on the wall of the second floor, above the bar where O'Donnell lived. Its pink letters made clear it's the Princess Bar.

The com in Bucky's ear came to live when he heard her speak. His heart skipped a beat at the sound of her words.

"Joshua's here, Buck" she whispered.

The soldier could hear from the way Marie talked she had a glass in front of her mouth to hide her moving lips.

"Which Joshua?" he asked back.

His face showed not a hint of emotion, eyes restlessly looking over the scene. The motionless expression with the deadly stare was engraved on his features.

"My Joshua." He heard worry in her voice. "From Hydra" M added for clarification.

The heart that had skipped a beat in his chest, now sunk down low in his stomach. Making it ache to a point where he almost jumped out of the car to empty his rumbling stomach on the sidewalk.

Joshua was a problem.

He had been M's guard almost her whole live. Standing outside her bedroom when she was at Keller's place for good behaviour. Stationed outside her cell when the German doctor didn't like her attitude anymore and thought she needed punishment.

Joshua was a real big problem.

Right now, he was a greater problem than Rumlow himself. He'd been with her for almost twenty years, though he was only three years older.

There was a time when he'd know her every step as soon as she decided on it, sometimes even before. When she was younger and training with the Winter Soldier, he was there. Keeping a watchful eye on her the entire time.

And sometimes, even back then, Barnes himself could've sworn that man was able to read her mind.

If he was on Rumlow's side, and still able to read her like an open book, they'd be fucked.

Bucky let out a deep sigh before he spoke.

"You want me to come in?" the dark-haired man asked. He grabbed the steering wheel tightly, knuckles turning white from the strenght of his grip.

The com was silent for a minute.

"Doll?" he asked.

"Yeah. No, no. I'm okay" she mumbled. He could feel the nervousness inside her. "Would be too obvious if you showed up now" Marie said.

"Are you sure about that?"

"I am. Just wanted to let you know, babe. I'm going to take a look at where he stands" she stated, matter-of-factly.

Bucky grunted in annoyed frustration, slamming his head back against the rest and pinching the bridge of his nose with his metal thumb and index finger. The metal was cold against his skin.