Taking All The Stupid With You

Babylon - Barns Courtney

Y/n's POV

When I turn my head I make eye contact with the soldier next to me, he is covered in dirt but so are we all, his eyes however, stand out with this lovely deep blue.

"I- well not really but I think we are all in the same situation," I nod my head towards the bars of the cell.

"I suppose you're right, here," he offered me his hand and he helped me sit up into a more comfortable position. "That better?"

"Yes, thanks," I smile at him. "I'm Y/n, you?"

"You can call me Bucky."

"You wouldn't have any idea what's going on would you?"

"My guess is as good as yours, the soldiers here seem to be Nazi soldiers but they have a different design on their uniform, and did you see their weapons?"

I look over to the closest soldier he pointed at. He was right they do look unusual, they had a blue glow to them. "That is strange."

We continue or conversation quietly, everyone else talk amongst each other as well in various languages. Occasionally someone would be grabbed by the guards and dragged down towards a door at the end of the room. No one has returned from there yet.

Time barely passed in the room, it was dark enough that you could see the difference in light in the few grime covered windows littering the sides of the room.

Every twelve hours or so, I guessed, they would come in and drop a metal bowl full of water and take out the old one. We took turns to take a sip of the water and pass it on until there was none left. No sign of food however.

———

The number in the room slowly shrank, they started taking two at a time. Its been five days.

Bucky and I were getting on as well as we could in the circumstances, he had been telling me about his best friend, Steve, when a guard approached us and shouted something in German. „Wächter nimmt die beiden heir."

Two more guards came over and took us from the cages and dragged us over to the dreaded door, Bucky struggled but I knew better than to do that, at least this way I can keep track of where we are going in case there's an opportunity to escape.

To say I wasn't scared would be a lie, of course I'm scared, no I'm terrified but there's nothing we could do at the moment.

Eventually we were dragged to a room and strapped down to two tilted tables. We both face each other and I make eye contact with Bucky, I can tell he's trying to be brave but no one could blame him for being terrified.

Two guys head over to Bucky and rip his sleeve off and start injecting him with stuff before looking and watching him, probably to see if it kills him or not.

Not to long after they come over to me and they start going at my shirt, now I'm panicking, they can't find out, no no no no no don't you fucking dare, what would Bucky think, please no.

They rip off my shirt.

And the bandages that I've been using to hide myself.

I gulp when I hear one of them gasp, they mumble something in German before leaving („Kümmert es ihn, ob es ein Mädchen ist?" and „wir müssen nachsehen"), I glance at Bucky to see if he is too out of it to notice, but it's enough to see him staring straight at me. I immediately look down, not being able to bare looking at him again.

———

We've been in here for two days now I think, I'm so thirsty. They've given us nothing but injections that feel like they are stabbing me, when they aren't doing that they keep a guard in here to watch us, I guess to wait until we die before dragging in another poor soul.

Sometimes the guard comes over to me and like to rip off the small covering that they cover me with, to not get distracted while they work, and feels me up. It's disgusting, to distract myself I stare at the map across the room.

Bucky protested whenever the guards did this but the guard started gagging him with the covering.

At the moment though the guard is standing watch. Bucky started mumbling about an hour ago and it's scaring me, I don't know how much longer we can hold out.

Steps sound down the corridor outside, someone's running. The guard rushed out the room but is punched back in, literally, and knocked out cold.

A man runs in that is fucking huge, muscles filling out the clothes he is wearing, he has a blue helmet on, and in his back is a red, white and blue shield. Why does he have a shield?

He takes a look around the room and runs straight at Bucky, breaking the heavy straps as if they were twigs, how the f—

"Bucky," he breaths out. "Oh my god."

"Is tha- is.." Bucky mumbles.

"It's me, it's Steve."

"Steve," Bucky smiles and reached up to the guy's- Steve's arm.

"Come on," Steve says as he pulls Bucky off the table. He looks him up and down, "I thought you were dead."

"I thought you were smaller," Bucky deadpans before glancing at me. He made straight for me and Steve attempted to hold on to him, in case he fell, but Bucky was to fast. "Steve help me please."

Steve hesitated a second before realising I'm in the same condition as Bucky then wasted no time helping untying me. I kept the cover on me and wrapped it around myself as a blanket once I was free.

I was helped off the table and all three of us made our way out of the room with Steve helping Bucky walk out and I follow behind.

"What happened to you?" Bucky asks Steve.

"I joined the army," was Steve's reply.