What if... ? Marvel Oneshots

What if... Bucky Never Went to Wakanda?

(TW: All caps, Idk what else to put here)

The one-armed man walks around the complex, getting more frustrated by the second. He pulls apart the lounge looking for his metal arm. He circles back to his room, secretly hoping that he had just misplaced it. He goes to reach for the door, realising there is nothing to grab the door handle. Bucky cursed to himself and reached with his hand.

Tearing apart his entire room Bucky heard snickering through the wall. He stormed out of his room, the door shaken long after the super-soldier had closed it. He threw open Steve's door to see him sitting on his bed fiddling with the metal fingers.

"STEVE," Bucky shouts, his voice filled with anger and betrayal.

"Bucky, Hi..." Steve replies, his voice shy.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" The one-armed man screams, lunging for the arm.

Steve quickly moves away from the angry man, but not fast enough. Bucky grabs onto the metal, pulling it out of Steve's grasp. Steve chuckles to himself, Bucky's head snapping up as he completes putting his arm back on. Betrayal was fresh in his eyes, his glare turned to poison. Steve doesn't pick up on the man's anger.

"I got your arm," Steve says acting like a child. Only to be backhanded by Bucky. Metal leaves an imprint on his face, his back aching as he gets up off the floor.

"WHY?" Bucky screams, his voice cracking.

"I wanted to make a joke..." Steve begins remorse in his voice.

"A joke..." the man's voice cracks even more wavering with the tears that threaten to spill, "A joke, glad to know this is a joke to you Steve," he turns to leave. Steve gets up and puts his hand on the shoulder of the human arm of his companion. Bucky turns back towards who he can only now see as a traitor. He could no longer see the happy memories they had shared.

"I am sorry Bucky, I wasn't thinking." The man says his blue eyes trying to penetrate the wall bucky had put between them both, "It was a poor joke."

"You could never understand." The emotionless man replies, hating himself for trusting the man. He turns to leave, leaving the man he used to love broken in the room behind him.

Steve changes from sadness to anger, "You're right, I could never understand. I should have just listened to Stark. He wanted to kill you. I should have just let him."

Bucky looks back a glimpse of fear runs through the assassin's eyes, he quickly composes himself. "And you do too," sadness runs through his words, "DON'T YOU STEVE!" any remorse or feelings of guilt leave assassins part of the conversation, "Admit it, Steve, you want to kill me."

"Bucky... I don't want to" the man's voice is quiet, he is careful with his words.

Bucky cut him off screaming; "LIAR!"

He chuckles to himself, "And to think I trusted you." His steps echo in the quiet hallway. He ignores the calls from the deceitful man. He only turns in the elevator, his emotionless expression meeting one overfilling with emotions. The last thing he sees before the elevator doors meet each other, is Steve falling to his knees, face in hands.

In the empty elevator, Bucky lets the tears spill, silent and the first ones to fall in years. Exiting the elevator on the bottom level he shoves his hands into his jumper's pockets, ignoring the pouring rain. The exposed street is mostly empty, people gathering under shops trying to shade themselves from the downfall. The man walks for hours, not registering anything as he is stuck in his thoughts. the rustling of the trees, white noise unable to penetrate the walls build up around the man.

It is only when two people jump in front of him that he is brought back into reality, but it is too late to save himself. More people come out of the shadows around him. One creeps up behind him as a diversion, Bucky turning to save himself only for the two other people now behind him to force needles into his neck. He throws the two people off. It's too late, his eyes falling closed, desperately trying to keep them open to fight Bucky throws a blind punch missing his opponent as he falls to the ground.

***

Waking from the sedative, the soldier finds himself in a glass box. He registers the cold on his right arm, looking down he sees thick metal restraints covering both of his arms.

He sits in a glass box in a dark room, with cracks running up and down the dark concrete walls. He hears something coming from the other side of the reinforced door in front of him.

"We should wipe him first, he connected with those people." the first person says, poison flowing through his voice.

"And we can use that as an advantage." another says his voice reeking with poison, "It is his fault for trusting those people."

After a brief moment of silence, the door creaks open, "Morning Soldier,"

"I don't do that anymore,"

"We'll see."

"Желание." The man starts.

"No," Bucky said pain filling his voice.

"Ржавый." His mind goes to Steve. His breath became laboured. The words cloud his mind. 'Admit it, Steve, you want to kill me.' rang through his head.

"Семнадцать." Eyes closed all Bucky can see is Steve's pained face, pure torture.

"Рассвет." Bucky starts to lose control, HYDRA taking over his mind. The metal arms of the chair become disfigured in the Super Soldier grip. Yet the restraints kept strong.

"Печь." Bucky's scream echoed through the room. A single tear streaked down his face.

"Девять." Bucky's head shakes violently, in a desperate attempt to stop the inevitable.

"Добросердечный." Memories ignite. Millions of dead eyes staring at him. Bucky tries to plead for the pain to stop, for the words to cease, but he couldn't say a word.

"Возвращение на Родину." His breath turning from laboured to shaking Bucky's brain's oxygen supply was all over the place. Not allowing him to fight the words seeping into his brain, taking control.

"Один." With the little control, he had left Bucky broke free of the restraints. He lunged at the glass in front of him. Blood joins the new cracks in the glass, seeping across his forehead.

"Товарный вагон." The final word is spoken, the soldier ignoring the pain making its way around his skull. He was now a pawn of HYDRA.