Mine (Bucky Barnes)

Eleven

I know I'm a little late! My weekend was packed, so I didn't have time to finish until tonight. 

There are mentions of torture at the end of the chapter, so fair warning if that's a trigger for anyone. Don't forget to vote - and comments are so welcome! I love hearing from y'all! <3 Artie

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"Wait!" Malo shot up from the bed and grabbed the bag that Miller had tossed in the room before locking them in. She sat on the edge of the bed and urged her Zaštitnik to sit up. "I still need to check out your wound!"

He leaned against the wall so she could see it. It was small and on his shoulder. She had to get him to take off his top so she could clean the graze.

"Good news is, you don't need stitches," she joked. The soldier stared at her as she dabbed at the cut with a cotton ball. There was a small amount of blood that needed to be cleaned to avoid infection. He hissed slightly and pulled back.

"Calm down, it's not that bad." Malo pulled his arm back towards herself so she could tape a small piece of gauze over it. When she finished, she met his azure eyes. A familiar lust took over as his pupils dilated. This was different from the dead eyes after being triggered. His hands gripped her hips, placing her over his lap.

"Not here. I don't want to give the guy a show." He raised an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and looked at the knocked out prisoner sprawled out on the floor. His metal hand cupped her jaw, forcing her to meet his eyes again.

"Zaštitnik... what if he wakes up?" she whispered, glancing over her shoulder once more. Her soldier groaned and moved her off his lap. He gruffly lifted the man by his shirt, staring at her pointedly. He shook the man, but he didn't wake up. Without care, he let go of the prisoner, letting him drop unceremoniously to the hard ground.

Malo shook her head, face in her palm. "Zaštitnik, that wasn't nice."

Both eyebrows raised as he gestured to himself.

"Okay, I know you're used to this violence stuff, but I'm not. I don't feel comfortable with someone else in the same room as us. If you didn't have your mask on, I wouldn't mind making out, but..." She purposely didn't finish the sentence.

The soldier shook his head, crawling onto the bed to hover over Malo. She gulped, nervous once again to have his burly body cover hers.

"Zaštitnik... I, um, I – shouldn't we sleep? I promise I'll make it up to you when we get back."

The soldier leaned back, debating. Finally he nodded and rolled to his side, pulling Malo close to his chest. She wanted nothing more for him to touch her, but felt uncomfortable with someone else in the same room. The stranger was knocked out cold, but it still wouldn't feel right. She cuddled in closer to her soldier, resting her head to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. It seemed when they had free time, they spent most of it sleeping.

The morning came fast. Izak and Miller hadn't interrupted them that night, but woke them early the next day. It was still dark out, clearly before sunrise. Izak produced a glass of milk and a straw. The soldier wouldn't be able to drink it until they were in the car, as they had to move fast. But Malo felt better knowing he would get some sustenance. She would wait until then to eat her granola bar, too. It only seemed fair.

Zaštitnik lifted the prisoner over his shoulder as soon as they were finished using the restroom. Malo was grateful that they were allowed to maintain their dignity in that sense. It would be easy for them to lock her up and throw away the key. At least they're allowed a restroom and food.