CAPTIVE [Bucky Barnes x OC] 18+

28 || Screams

Hot water poured over M's tanned skin, leaving red marks where it flowed down her body. She stood under the stream, palms and forehead pressed on the cold, tiled wall as steam filled the room around her.

The woman squeezed her eyes close in an attempt to shut out the images running in front of them.

Her heartbeat was strong and heavy. It pounded against her chest. Hammered against her ribs. Ready to explode into a million pieces any second now. Her blood pressure was high. It rushed through her veins, making her numb skin tingle and deafen her ears. The carotis pounded visibily on the German's neck.

As hard as Marie tried to push them away, her thoughts went back to Hoan. After what Rumlow had said, her head was pounding heavily trying to figure out what she had gotten them into. Guilt crashed over her like a tidal wave and laced her intestines. It nagged at her heart and mind.

She never ment for Bucky to be dragged in a mess like this. He was out of it. He never wanted to return to any of this. She should've begged him to stay away from her as far as possible. To just leave her. Stay with Steve and the others. Maybe fall in love with Natasha, as she was the better choice - not the fucked up mess she was. Yet here he was, by her side, knees deep and drowning in the fucking mess that she made and that she was sure would become so much worse.

A feral scream broke from her chest as she balled her right hand into a fist and slammed it against the wet wall repeatedly, almost breaking the tiles while her knuckles started to bleed. M wanted to rip her chest open and tear out her heart and lungs. The fucking emotional mess inside her wasn't endurable. It felt like suffocating. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her screams faded into heavy sobs that shook her whole body.

A soft knock on the door caused Marie to swallow her tears quickly. She lifted her head, focusing her eyes on the black bathroom door, half expecting for the handle to be pressed down. But it didn't.

"Are you okay with me coming in, doll?" Bucky's voice was soft on the other side of the door. He had the palm of his flesh hand and his forehead pressed against the black wood while his metal fist placed a knock on it.

His feet had dragged him up the stairs faster than his brain could work when he heard her scream in the shower. It was like instinct to him. The sound tore at his heart, aching to comfort her. To cradle her in his arms and rock her back and forth, trying to chase the demons of her soul away and ease her mind. When he had reached the door a few seconds later, her screams had turned into heavy sobs.

"Can you please leave me alone?" M asked. Her voice was raspy from the crying.

He was quite for a moment, letting his mind walk him through every possible scenario that formed in his head. Finally, he gave in.

"Of course" Bucky nodded from the other side of the door "are you sure?"

His questions was met with silence for several moments. He supressed the very urgent need to break through the door and envelope his wife in his arms, providing her with the comfort she needed. He hated to see her fight with herself, especially with the knowledge that he couldn't help her.

"Marie?" he asked once again.

She kept her silence as she turned off the hot water and wrapped her wet body in one of the fluffy black towels hanging on the heater before she moved in front of the mirror and looked at her own reflection. She didn't recognise the woman starring back at her as a million thoughts ran through her head.

The bedroom was empty when M opened the door, and somehow she was glad about the space he granted her. She knew it was hard for him to just let her be at times.

The blonde woman walked into the closet on the other side of the room. She lotioned the tanned skin the hot water had dehydrated before she dressed into some shorts and one of her husband's t-shirts. His scent lingered on the fabric, and when she buried her nose in it and took a deep breath, she felt a wave of calmness wash over her. Her heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Before M knew it, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She combed her hair with her fingers and nourished it with her favourite keratin spray, than she made her way down the glass staircase.