Cuddle Bug (Bucky x reader)

Cold

Cold.

Everything around you felt just cold. You opened your eyes slowly and your body was in sheer pain. You hissed softly as you tried to sit up, but you only managed to roll to the side on some dingy mattress and you coughed hard. You sucked in some air and took in your surroundings. You saw the mattress was caked in blood, and so were your clothes. You tried to move your arm, but it was killing you, just like your leg. You saw some blood oozing out as you reopened what blood was keeping the wounds closed.
"Fuck" you whispered looking around the room. It was filthy, and looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. Even the mattress you were on looked well used and dirty. You groaned trying to remember what happened, and the attack flooded back into your memories. Your eyes snapped to the cell door, and you held your breath for a moment. You looked around the room and saw a camera was trained on the spot they had deposited you and you knew Brock was watching you. You could feel it in your gut. You reached up and touched the side of your head that you were struck on, and felt blood sticking to your fingers. You felt light headed and sighed softly, since anything above a whisper was going to hurt your pounding head even more. You looked to the side and saw a dirty sink, a toilet, and a mirror. You forced yourself to get onto your feet and nearly fell over from the pain shooting through your body. You had never experienced something so terrible in your whole life. You limped towards the sink and turned it on. Brown water started to come out and you wanted to gag at the smell coming out of it. You waited for the water to clear before you took some and splashed it on your face and took a good look in the mirror. You saw multiple cuts on your face, and your eye was swollen shut. You saw your t-shirt was ruined with all the blood that was on it. You couldn't even see the signature anymore, or the Ironman logo anymore. The t-shirt didn't even look white anymore. You pulled back the collar of your shirt and saw the bullet wound and grimaced, feeling pain radiating off of it. You heard movement outside of your door and you turned off the tap and turned around expectantly. The door slammed open, and Brock stood there with a sick smile on his face.
"Imagine my surprise, when I found out that it was you, the woman in front of me, that was causing so much chaos in our organization" he took a few steps into the room.
"Let me go" you demanded, knowing that you were likely about to start getting torchured.
"I don't think so. You need to replace all the money you stole" he shook his head walking towards you. He reached out and put a hand on your shoulder wound and you cried out in pain.
"It's gone, you're not getting it back. I used your own money laundering system to filter it out and gave it to charity" you grimaced. "You can claim it on your taxes" you cried out when he strengthened his hold on your shoulder. You collapsed to your knees in utter pain.
"You'll have to start listing out those charities, and putting the money back" he gave a small grin at seeing your tear streaked face.
"Like Hell" you shook your head, and pushed yourself out of his hold, and curled up on the floor. You knew you just had to hold out until the team noticed you were gone. They would find you, you knew that.
"While you are here, you are going to help fix our website, and tell me everything I want to know about the Avengers compound" Brock gave you a swift kick in the ribs and you screamed out.
"Not happening" you curled up into a ball.
"We will see about that, you see, I'm allowed to use as much force as necessary" Brock reached down and grabbed you by the hair and forced you back to your feet. You cried out again as he forced you out of the room. He let go of your hair, and grabbed your arm and pulled on it. You dragged your feet, and you felt like the pain couldn't get any worse. He forced you into a small room with a table and a chair. He pushed you into the chair and took your hands and zip tied them to the arms of the chair. "Did you really think we wouldn't find you, Sunshine Raider?" he used your username from online. "It was easy to figure you out, once you opened that email. You've been a pain in our ass for a year" he took a knife out, that was in the small of his back. It was large, and reminded you of the knife they used in those old Rambo movies you used to watch as a kid. "Now you are going to start talking, or you'll be in even more pain than you already are"
"Fuck you" you spat at him and he grabbed your right arm and sliced along the back of it. Blood started coming out quickly and running down the side of your arm and dripping onto the floor. "I can do this all day, you little bitch" you swore at him.
"You think that's the worst I'm going to do?" he chuckled. "That's just a taste" he sliced another strip along your arm. You bit your tongue, trying to stop yourself from crying out. "You can start by telling me about Tony Stark," he smiled wickedly and he grabbed a handful of your hair and ripped your head back to look him in the eyes.