Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Five

On the shorter side. Still 5 pages, though. Enjoy and we're getting closer to Bucky and Malo... ya know *wink wink*. Enjoy ! <3 Artie

Also, the photos of the three older women are relevant to the end of the chapter!

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Malo woke at the feeling of falling. Her eyes flew open just before she crashed into the concrete with a loud cry. She rolled over, holding her back as well as she could. Hands immediately grabbed her, shoving her into a familiar wall of blood-stained white.

"What...?" She looked around her, vision blurry.

"Welcome back, дорогой {sweetheart}." Her eyes met scowling greens. Her memory – what little of it she did have – came back at once. She was locked in a facility, with a kind (albeit aggressive) sharpshooter and an army of unpleasant octopus-loving people. Of which one was currently shackling her limbs to the wall.

On the furthest side of the room from her, the asset – no, she refused to call him that anymore. The man was aggressive, yes, and dangerous for sure. But towards her, he'd mostly shown her kindness. She needed to come up with a name for him, much like she did for herself. The man in the mask? The –

"Ow!" she complained. The green-eyed guard had pulled her hair back sharply. An immediate crick in her neck began to spread down her right shoulder. She'd have to think of a name when the guards were done manhandling her and left them alone. Another man, with white-blonde hair, stepped into the room and tossed a granola bar and a tiny plastic bottle of water into her lap.

"This is to last you the rest of the day. Sleep now, while you have the chance," he smirked. His eyes slid over to the burly metal-armed man on the opposite side of the room before he ran out. The door slammed shut, locking them inside together.

Malo let out a breath. She would eat, but her hands were shackled so she couldn't reach the bar sitting in her lap. She'd been given food earlier, so she told herself she could wait. Her head leaned against the wall, but the pain from when the guard had yanked her hair back prevented her from getting any actual rest.

Chains moving caused her eyes to open in a flash. Malo stared at the soldier, immediately reminded of her mission to name him.

"Hi," she mumbled softly. He was already watching her. "Are you okay?"

He shrugged.

"Okay. Um, I'm assuming you carried me off the plane? I was sleeping but woke up to falling." He nodded. "Thank you, then, for carrying me. And letting me sleep. And watching me so I could sleep."

He shook his head, staring at the floor now.

"No what? Do you not think you deserve thanks?" she questioned. He shrugged. "You do. If I feel you deserve a thank you, I'll always tell you thank you, okay?"

He didn't move except to go back to staring at her with his fiery blue eyes. She could stare at him all day. His jaw, strong and sharp. His shoulders, broad and muscular. His arms and hands, large and thick. And it's not like they had much else to do, so she'd have plenty of time to stare.

"I, um, I – they call you 'asset'. I don't know why – nor do I want to know – and I want to come up with a name for you. Is that okay?" she gently added the last part. Malo didn't want him to think that she was going to be another person ordering him around. He was treated more like a weapon than human from her limited experience with him so far.

The soldier stared for a moment before nodding briefly.

Malo smiled. "Great. Before I start guessing, I have to ask. Are you also a prisoner here?"