The Red Devil Bucky Barnes x male reader

something so familiar

It was the feeling of cold splinters digging into his skin, or maybe the damp, perhaps it was the sound of a engine and the terrible rocky driving, or possibly just the beginnings of the drug wearing off that lead Y/n to beginning to wake.

Where was he?. There was a bright light seeping through the walls surrounding him, and it felt as though his skin was prest to wood.

Crate, he was stuffed in a small wooden crate, most likely on the back of a van or lorry, outside, somwhere cold, it was defiantly day time, possibly morning or around noon.

He stayed slumped in the corner of the uncomfortably small wooden crate, still unable to move due to the drugs taking their time to wear off. It was hard enough for Y/n to keep his eyes open let alone move a limb. He stayed slumped in this uncomfortable position for some time between 20 minutes to posibly a couple hours whilst sometimes drifting in and out of consciousness

Until he heard it.

The type of noise that sent his mind on high alert.

It was a sound that he had heard many times before. Scratched into the back of his mind. Engraved permanently. The type of noise that made his shoulders tense. The type of noise that made his heart raise. The type of noise that made a faint voice in the back of his mind tell him to run. The type of noise that ment he would have to fight again. The type of noise that ment someone would die.

The type of noise that was another reminder that he wasn't in control

Another reminder that he should already of died many years ago.

It was far but close enough, it started with one, then another then another, with each explosion then became more frequent, louder and closer then followed yelling, then the sounds of gun shots.

Closer then Closer then Closer.

Y/n could feel the van he was loaded ontop of speed up, whoever was driving was panicking.

Untill suddenly the veical came to a complete stop, or possibly more of a crash, as though it had drove straight into a wall.

For a few minutes there was some more yelling and sounds of guns firing untill it went silent.

You fucking hated the silence. It always ment something was about to happen. The calm before the storm. It was never anything good. Normally ended with pain and destruction. You just wanted your peace, the end to your story even if you couldn't remember the beginning properly, any ending would be better than doing this for eternity. Was this all some kind of punishment, was every scar deserved. You just wanted to rest, to sleep, to not have to endure this torment forever. Was it really so much to ask.

You could hear people approaching slowly, the sound of boots on concrete attempting to be as quiet as possible most likely searching the area, possibly looking for someone but most likely just making sure no one from the opposition had managed to hide ready to take the advantage. You could hear the sounds of van doors being opend, great they were searching the veicals too, and the drugs are still potent through out your system, only now you were gaining the ability to move your neck slightly.

Your at the obvious disadvantage. Like a deer in headlights, you can't move all you can do is prepare yourself for the impact, only difference is you have no idea what the impact could be.

Thats when they had reached the van your crate was placed on top of. There was still a small chance that they may not be checking the contents of the boxes and creates on the veicals, hopefully they would view it as a task for later which may buy you enough time to regain control over your ability to move, it was unlikely, very unlikely but hopefully this would be the case.

Thats when they had started moving some of the other boxes and creates form the van, all crates and boxes were considerably smaller than the one you were trapped inside of.

"Oi ! ,Theres a crate at the back of this one"

There was nothing you could do except wait, and then everything started to get fuzzy again, and then dark

********* flash back ************

Every was white, there was a painfully high pitched ringing in both of your ears that seemed to echo throughout yoir skull.

You could see or move or hear clearly and the only feeling was of heat, like a burn, but it was everywhere, on your skin behind your eyes under your nails. Slowly you began to hear things all though it sounded as if you were submerged in deep water

It was yelling, the crackling of fire and... a voice... a man? It was difficult to make out what he was saying

"--is --- is -till -live"

"-es Y--, h- wi-l do ni-ely"

"T-ke -im"

However the mans last words echoed clear as day in your skull

"We can use him"

******* end of flash back ********

They found you.
Why are you always found.

Every few minutes there was a irritating beeping noise. You stayed still for a moment, the back of your mind praying you were dead. Then it hit you. You had been taken.

In life threatening situations the difference between life and death can be less than a split second. Think fast, move faster. That is what you were traind for. That is what you were changed for, to function perfectly but this was one of your weaknesses, you were not perfect, and you had been taken. Again.

Your eyes shot open as you suddenly jumped up so you were sitting instead of laying. Your eyes weren't able to focus, every thing was a painfully bright white.

You had your wrists held by chain bounding you to the sides of the bed you had awoken on. Then there was a sharp pain in the side of your neck. Injection. Then you felt your head hit the mattress and the dark pulled you into its embrace once again.