The winter soldier finds his match when torturing a person of interest for Hydra. He's in need of information she has and she's not willing to give up.
She ran after the interaction with the deadly soldier. Not to be seen again for eight more years...
A/N: Near drowning, nightmares, blood, masturbation
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Bucky and Emma took the elevator down to the first floor and stepped outside to the sun waiting to set. The air was cool as it danced around them.
Bucky shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans, "Let's go this way." He nodded to his right.
"What's over here?"
"This is the way to the lake." He pointed to his right, "That building over there is where Tony keeps extra quinjets."
"Extra jets? Like he just has some spare jets sitting around."
Bucky laughed, "Something like that. He might even have a boat or two in there."
They rounded the building to reveal the lake that she could see from the rooftop pool. There was a long dock out to the water.
"Tony put in some sand recently so the girls ... and Steve... could lay out here and get a tan. Sort of like a beach but with privacy."
Emma walked over to the edge of the sand and stood there for a moment staring at it. Bucky slowly walked up behind her. She leaned back into his chest and admitted, "I've never felt sand before."
There was something about Emma that attracted Bucky. He couldn't keep his hands off her and he tried so hard not to come off as a creepy jerk. He hardly knew her but at the same time he's known her for years. She lived in his head for the last eight years. Haunting him.
Bucky leaned into her and gently told her, "Take your shoes off."
She turned around and looked at him. "What?"
"Take your shoes off. Walk around in the sand."
"Only if you do it too."
"Anything for you Emma."
Her breath quickened and her heart skipped a beat as she heard his words. She slipped off her slippers and stepped onto the sand. She sunk down a little and felt the sand cover her toes. She smiled for a moment.
"Do you like it?" Bucky slipped off his sneakers and socks. He stepped onto the sand and smiled at her.
"I think so. It's oddly cool. I wasn't expecting that." She moved a foot around in the sand. "Whoa." She lost her balance for a second as Bucky grabbed her.
"Sand gets pretty hot in the summer and then goes to the extreme in the colder weather." He let go of her as soon as she found stable footing.
"I wish I had a swimsuit on. I'd jump right into that lake."
"Don't let that stop you."
She looked up at him, "I'm in my pajamas."
"Emma. You can do whatever you want. If you want to run into that lake with your pajamas on and sing at the top of your lungs...you can. You want to run up to your room and change... I'll wait for you to return."
