Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Ten

Sorry it's a little late but I've had a massive headache all weekend due to new pills. Turns out I'm not only depressed and anxious, I've also got bipolar, ADHD, and PTSD. So the past few days have been kind of a lot. But I hope you enjoy the chapter - it is a little longer! <3 Artie

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Miller sat in the pilot's seat with Izak buckled in as co-pilot. Malo and her Zaštitnik sat in the back of the plane, so they could cuddle together. The only information she was given was that the flight would take just under 10 hours. In what direction, she was in the dark. The soldier wrapped his metal arm around her waist, comforting her.

She rested her head against his shoulder and thought of the possibility of escaping when they land. It wouldn't be too difficult to sneak past Izak and Miller. The problem would be the exploding tracker in her thigh, just under her ass. She could feel the capsule but knew there was no way she could take it out herself, even with her new medical "training." She didn't know where they were headed, and might not be able to communicate with the locals for help.

Even if she managed to get away from them, and get the tracker out, where would she go? What would she do? Hell, she doesn't even know her own goddamn name. Her real name. As she pondered, she realized that she was thoroughly fucked. The man that had his arm wrapped around her made this much more manageable, at least. Very, very manageable. Her right hand was already resting on the soldier's thigh. Thinking about the short time they've spent together, she bit her lip and moved it higher up.

Zaštitnik's flesh hand snatched her wrist, stopping her movement. She sheepishly looked up at him. His ice blue eyes narrowed at her, but she saw an amused glint.

"Later?" she asked, biting her lip again.

He stared at her for a full minute, making Malo second guess herself. She never expected to be the one to initiate things as often as she did, but this man was fucking hot. Almost like a god. Finally, he nodded and leaned forward to touch foreheads. What she wouldn't give to have his lips on hers.

One of the guys flying the plane cleared their throat, reminding them they weren't alone. The soldier pulled away, but only to lean back against the wall. Malo laced her fingers with the hand that was still draped over her shoulder. They had nothing else to do, so she shut her eyes to sleep.

When Malo woke, the plane was landing with a shudder. Zaštitnik released them both from their seatbelts. He picked her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing. She giggled as they made their way down the ramp and into a waiting car. Izak and Miller carried the bags into the trunk and took over in the front seat. The person who had driven the car to the tarmac boarded the plane to fly it home.

The windows were blacked out so they couldn't even take in the view around them. She leaned in to her soldier, enjoying the peace before he has to become a murder machine. If she wasn't going to attempt to escape, she needed to learn to get used to this. This was about to be her life. As long as she didn't have to be the one to pull the trigger, she could live with it.

They finally parked in front of an old building. They were ushered into the building before she could take a look around to guess where they could be. Then again, it's entirely possible they could have flown in circles to make her think they went further than they really did. This Hydra organization seemed to go through extra measures to keep her in the dark. What one of the guards had told her was true; once you're with Hydra, you don't get out until you die.

The building they were in had a mattress shoved into the corner, and a small table with four chairs. There was a small kitchenette that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in years. And in the small space left, was a floor-to-ceiling cabinet that nearly covered the whole wall.