Destructive- Bucky Barnes, 18+ story-

Chapter 2

I stared down at my hands, tears in my eyes. Crimson coloured liquid covered both my hands, beginning to brown and get sticky as it sat on my skin. In my right hand, a kitchen knife dripped of the same liquid. I gasped, dropping the weapon, shaking from the fear and turmoil taking over.

"No, no.... Nononono.." I cried out, my voice growing louder as I did. "Please no." I whined more, wiping the blood on the black pants I was wearing. I got off as much as I could, but my hands were still stained. "Get off." I pleaded, rubbing them harder on my thighs.

"Time to go." A HYDRA man said, roughly gripping my bicep. He pulled me away from the man on the ground, cowering in a pool of his own blood, taking low, shallow breaths as he died.

"No, please." I begged, pulling away from the HYDRA man. I knelt beside the man with his throat slit. His terrified brown eyes stared up at me, with a plead in them. I felt tears drip down my face, as I brought my already bloodied hands up to hold the cut. I put pressure on the wound, but the blood spewed through my fingers. Beside the dying man, were two more men, already dead. They were also in a pool of their own blood. One, had multiple stab wounds to his chest. The other, his head smashed in from a corner of a table near by.

"It's time to go." The HYDRA man hissed out, grabbing me once more, holding a gun to my head with his other hand. I cried out, but obeyed, my hands freshly wet once more.

I was put in the back of a large cube van, before feeling a brief prick, and growing drowsy. The edges of my vision started to black out, before nothing...

"Trace." A soft whisper said. "Trace wake up." It said again, in a quiet tone. I groaned, but slowly opened my eyes to a dim light above me. Carefully, I sat up, pushing my back against a barred wall. Turning my head to the left, I seen James, sitting there with a concerned expression across his face.

"James?" I clarified, he nodded. Sighing, I relaxed slightly, finding comfort in his presence. "How long was I out?" I asked weakly, feeling oddly tired.

"A few hours." He answered. "Trace what happened?" He asked. I furrowed my brows, trying to remember. I looked down at my hands, and seen they were covered in dried blood.

"I... I don't know." I answered. "When I snapped out... there was so much blood." I whispered, feeling tears well in my eyes once more. Bucky reached through the bars and gently touched my forearm. "There was three men this time." I added with a soft sigh, staring at his hand. "The one wasn't even fully dead."

It was hard to tell how much time had truly passed, but I thought it had been close to a year. In that time, both myself and James had been beat, trained, and tested for 'field work' as HYDRA like to call it. We both had different skill sets. James had been trained to use guns as his main weapon, but was also taught hand to hand with a knife. When he became the winter soldier, as he was nicknamed, he was a ruthless fighting machine, that had zero mercy. I, on the other hand, was a much more skilled close combat fighter. I had gun training, but I focused on knives and hand to hand. I was small and fast, which gave me an upper hand to bigger opponents.

"It's not your fault." Bucky told me. We had quickly started telling each other, and ourselves that, to help through the horror. We would normally snap out of it when we were back in our cages, but that wasn't always guaranteed.

"But it was still me." I whispered, wanting nothing more then to bring my hands up to cry into them. But I knew the mess that would make, with the dried blood still on them.

"You know it wasn't." He assured me, moving to try and see me better. I glanced at him, through my fallen hair.

Bucky had been given a metal arm, which had been modified to have the same motor functions a normal arm would. It had been a bit of a shock when he turned up with it one day. He had been unconscious, and they threw him back into his cage with no shirt on. I had found myself gawking a little too much, while I'd waited for him to wake up.