Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Prologue

AN: I'm aware that some of the things I write will not be canon, but that's the wonderful thing about fanfiction; I don't have to follow a specific timeline/structure. This is also my first attempt at smut, so sorry if it's not up to your standards!

The main character's name is Mirjana, pronounced Meer-Jahn-ah, or Mere-John-uh. Either works. She will also be referred to as Malo and Jana at different points throughout the story.

Warnings: In this story, there will be violence, sex, and torture. If you're not 18+, I would not read this story. It's not going to be completely filled with smut in every chapter, but it definitely will be included. Please read ahead with caution if any of these things make you uncomfortable or if you're a minor. I hope y'all enjoy! <3 Artie

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"Mirjana, you still with me?"

She shakes away the daydream and refocuses on his voice. "Back to the full name, eh James?"

"You weren't listening and I needed to get your attention. Are you okay? I know you're nervous the closer we get to the end..." his sentence trails off, hand reaching for her. Mirjana nods and runs a hand through her hair.

"Of course I'm nervous, Bucky. They could still be out there looking for us, and I don't want them to know. Who knows what they will do? She's half-"

"Shhh, hold on." Bucky puts his arm out to protect her. They had spent a better part of the morning in their cramped bedroom, reading and occasionally speaking softly to each other. It was how most days were spent, when Bucky wasn't out working. Seeing him on alert instantly made Mirjana shoot up.

"What is it?" she asked nervously. Though fully clothed, she covered herself with the thin blanket they slept with each night. Bucky provided enough heat most nights for them not to need anything thicker.

"Someone's coming inside. Stay in here," he ordered, moving closer to the door that led to the rest of their home.

"No! You're not about to leave me alone! I'm coming in with you," she insisted.

He let out a sigh. "I'll only be a moment. It sounds like a single person."

"Be safe," she whispered as he crawled off the bed. Two steps in and a man in a mostly blue suit stood in the doorway, a bright white star in the center of his chest. The symbol of America sat comfortably on his left arm. His eyes grew wide when he caught sight of the two of them.

"Bucky. I, uh, I didn't think you'd have someone else with you," the man spoke.

Mirjana leaned in the bed to see around Bucky's massive shoulders. She recognized the stranger as none other than Captain America. Her eyes met her partner's in confusion, but he seemed to be less surprised at the new presence.

"Steve. What are you doing here?" Bucky answered.

"I'm glad to hear you remember me." The strapping blonde perked up at the thought that his best friend was still somewhere in there. "I've been looking for you, trying to bring you home. And now there's a warrant out for your arrest. We need to leave now, before someone comes to arrest you. I'm afraid you'll have to leave your friend-"

"No." Bucky's voice was firm. "She stays with me."

Steve shook his head. "Listen, I'm happy to hear that you've, er, found someone, but I think she'll be better off going back home, bud."

"Her home is with me," Bucky seethed. As they spoke, Mirjana heard what sounded like footsteps on the roof. She reached out her hand to grab hold of his attention, but Bucky was just out of her reach.

"Buck, you have to let her go."

"No. This isn't up for debate. I-she-we're a package deal," Bucky did his best to explain without giving too much away. "I didn't do whatever I'm being accused of. We've been here in Bucharest for months. I don't do that stuff anymore."

"I believe you, but there are others-"

Once again Steve was interrupted, but this time by the shattering of their living room window. Bucky stood back against the bed, one arm slipped back to reassure himself that Mirjana was still there, still safe. His other hand pulled open the nightstand on his left to grab a hidden gun. Steve raised his shield to deflect bullets that were shot into the room. Mirjana let out a scream as Bucky covered her body with his, the useful metal arm blocking his head from stray bullets.

"Come on, Jana! We've gotta move!" Bucky urged. She was frozen to the spot on the bed, but he was strong enough to lift her and the blanket from the bed. They, along with Steve, raced out the front door, only to be greeted by more men in tactical gear.

"He's got a hostage!" One of the men shouted in German. This infuriated Bucky enough to put Mirjana on her feet while he began fighting the men hand-to-hand. She had watched him fight on many occasions, but this was different. This time he was fighting as Bucky Barnes, not the Winter Soldier. His movements were solid, never missing their mark. But there was a hint of desperation with every punch, a little fear with every kick.

Feeling helpless, Mirjana wrestled a gun out of one of the fallen police men's hands, the blanket that had been wrapped around her falling softly to the floor. She managed to take out a few knees as a dozen men climbed up the stairwell. She'd never been a soldier, but that didn't mean she didn't know her way around a gun.

"Bucky, stop! We don't need to- hold on, what?!" Mirjana was jerked back by her elbow. Steve had noticed what she'd initially hoped to hide and called out for everyone nearby to stop what they were doing. No one listened, of course.

"Come on, we're taking the back way out," Bucky growled. He grabbed his partner and raced back into their apartment, towards the balcony, shoving Steve as they passed him. They hesitated at the reality of what had to happen. "Do you think you'll be okay if I jump with you on my back?"

"I-I don't know. You've never made it that far without having to do a tuck-and-roll. I won't be able to do that. Not without hurting-"

"Buck! You've gotta get out of here! If I need to, I can watch the girl," Steve shouted. More gunfire was exploding through the apartment. Bucky ran back to the kitchen, searching for something in the cabinets. To avoid being interrupted, Steve kicked their table into the small entrance, shutting the doorway and preventing anyone from coming in. When he found what he was looking for, Bucky ran back out to the balcony.

Mirjana nodded at the sight of the grappling hook; it was going to be their best bet. Before Bucky could successfully aim, a few policemen jumped down to their balcony from the floor above. He stood to fight, but Mirjana had a different idea. She stood in front of him, making sure they could clearly see her figure.

"Surely you wouldn't hurt a woman," she said with as much bravado as she could muster, shoving her glasses further up her nose. The three men paused, one even lowered his gun. It was enough of a distraction that Bucky successfully shot across to the other building and tied down the line on their end. He grabbed hold of his girl and, together, they slid across the makeshift zip line to the safety of the other rooftop.

"What's going on? Why didn't you shoot!?" One of the men in tactical gear shouted in the distance.

"We can't sir!"

"Why not?!"

"She's-"