Subject X (Winter Soldier X Reader)

16

It took us a short 8 minutes to return back to our secret Hydra bunker. The paved driveway opened as we approached, allowing us direct access into the garage underneath. Bucky backed the car expertly into its original parking spot, both of us leaping at the chance to get to the computer system.

I jogged to the door with Bucky on my heels, opening up one of the cabinets along the back wall next to the doors and it dropped down a screen system that read H.Y.D.R.A as it synchronized with the system.

I impatiently waited for the screen to load, biting the inside of my lip and tapping my foot nervously on the ground. Bucky followed suit right behind me and we waited patiently for the technology to work.

The screen darkened and my heart dropped. Had it not worked?
A beeping sound came form the computer, a rhythmic sound. It echoed slightly and along with it came a red dot on the screen that blinked in time with the noise. A few seconds after the rest of the screen loaded and there was a map surrounding the area on the screen that was highlighted red. Street names and shop names appeared shortly after and our message was complete.

"It worked." I marveled in astonishment at the tracking devices success.
"Did you think it wouldn't?" Bucky asked me, now rotating to the side so I could see his face.

"To be completely honest with you I wasn't sure." I admitted honestly with a breathy chuckle. This made Bucky laugh too, rubbing the back of his neck in the process.

"If I remember correctly, when the target stops somewhere and stays for more than 5 minutes the computer will log it. All we have to do now is wait until he goes back to wherever he is working out of." I explained to Bucky, who nodded in understanding.

"That doesn't seem hard." He replied.
I nodded to him and began to walk away. I walked to the dresser that held our temporary clothes inside of it. I opened the doors, observing my options. I settled on a pair of comfortable looking tactical pants and a larger deep green sweater. I took them from dresser and folded it over my arms. I turned on my heel, seeing Bucky had already unbuttoned his shirt and it was untucked from his pants. I noticed him looking down at his arm, running his finger along the edge of where the metal met his flesh.

He looked up at me from his place in the chair, a concerned expression on his face. It made my heart drop, instantly feeling sorrow for him. He looked so defeated, so agonized by the contraption attached to him. I walked over, my heels clicking on the ground as I did so. I set my clothes on the back of a chair and looked up at him.
"What are you thinking, Bucky?" I asked, finally addressing him by his forgotten name.

He signed, taking the rest of his shirt and coat off. I was surprised by his actions, glancing over at his toned body subconsciously before returning my gaze back to his cold eyes.
"This," he gestured to his arm, holding it out straight. "I don't want this. Or any of this." He held his arms out dramatically to the bunker surrounding us.

I sighed, nodding my head in agreement. "I know. It's not like we have much of a choice. What happened last time, there was no way they should have known where we were but they did. I don't think this is something we can escape easily."

He looked at me expectedly, his eyes pleading for more answers.
"There's gotta be something we can do, can't we escape before they pick us up?" He asked me desperately.

"We can try, but Hydra has eyes everywhere. It's life or death for us."

"Death would be better than what they have in store." He grumbled under his breath. My heart ached for him, as I reached out to touch his fallen face. I put one hand on either side of his face and forced him to look up at me.
"Hey don't talk like that. I know how you feel I do, but the world needs you alive, I need you alive." I could see his eyes shifting back and forth between mine, glossy blue eyes that captivated me every single time.