Subject X (Winter Soldier X Reader)

12

Bucky's POV

I rose into consciousness with a splitting headache, groaning in the process. I opened my eyes, looking around the empty room. I noticed a window before me, shadowy figures dancing around on the inside. I squinted to try and get a better look at what was happening on the inside.

Instinctively, I reached forward, finding my hands to be restrained to the chair I was in.
A door from behind me opened, footsteps echoed in the room as Dr. Zola appeared in my peripheral vision, his lab coat on with a baby blue shirt underneath it. He looked down at me, shaking his head and sucking air through his teeth.

"I am disappointed in you, Winter Soldier. I thought we had a better understanding of each other." His words filled my body with rage, turning my face to a scowl. My heart burned with fire that threatened to erupt out of my throat. Those actions were stopped when Dr. Zola tapped on the window. The lights from behind the window flickered on, doctors scurried around the room.

There was a chair in the middle of the room, {y/n} sat there with a scowl on her face, looking back and forth between two guards with guns pointed at her, ready to fire. Her face was pale, a large gash on her forehead. Her arms were already showing bruises and her hair tied back in a mess. Her mascara and eyeliner smeared on her face, giving her dark shadows under and around her eyes. What had happened to her? What was going to happen to her?
The room looked familiar, like I had been there before because upon seeing her in that situation I instantly felt fear and concern.

"That's sweet, you care for her. Do you like spending time with her, Winter Soldier?" Dr.Zola taunted me, his words stung like needles dipped in poison. I felt the rage boil quickly inside me as he kept egging me on.

"I'll admit, I picked a good one. Very smart, beautiful too. Tougher than nails, she sure is a fighter. I assume you know that anyway. She nearly took the head off of one of my guards, quite literally."
"Shut up!" I finally yelled, tired of hearing him try to describe the woman I have admired for the last few years. I was burning with rage as I glared at Dr. Zola.

"You won't remember each other after today. Her memories will be erased, painfully. And you will have to watch until it is your turn."
My attention turned back to the room that {y/n} was in, a guard shoving the gun to her forehead, barking an order at her. This only made her face turn down in hatred more. She slowly lowered back into the chair. Her face softened as a red-headed woman approached her with a mouth piece. Her face almost turned to sympathy. It wasn't audible, but I saw the red-haired woman speak and smile, causing {y/n} to give her a small and weak smile while taking the mouthpiece into her mouth. She leaned back into the chair as a machine was moved down and around her head. I watched her eyes widen in fear, fear of the unknown. Even though I was scared, I knew something bad was going to happen. I just didn't know what.

The room vacated, even Dr. Zola finally left me alone. I was looking at {y/n} in a chair, worried out of her mind and the red-head behind the panels of control. The red-head looked sad, like she was going to cry having to do this. It ached my heart. I assumed that the red-haired girl and {y/n} were close, she obviously had been here longer than I had, maybe she made friends. She flipped a few switches before heading to the door of the room. Before leaving, she stopped by {y/n}, grabbing her hand and giving it a quick squeeze before abandoning the room.

The machine buzzed to life, starting out as a slow hum that got louder as the machine began to warm up. I could see the rise and fall of {y/n's} chest quicken as the machine now engulfed either side of her head. She was now strapped in, unable to escape. I watched the reaction on her face, knowing the second that the machine actually kicked on. Her eyes widened and her entire body tensed upward, her hands clamping onto the armrest of the chair. Her scream was glass shattering. I don't think I have ever heard someone be in so much pain before.