𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐘𝐌𝐈𝐀¹ † 𝘫. 𝘣. 𝘣

𝐕𝐈

TW: Torture, poor mental health, and sex. This chapter also includes praise kink, dirty talk, and spitting kink.

[Nothing Breaks Like A Heart - Miley Cyrus]
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Morana's POV

The front door opens, revealing the dimmed living room. We walk through, turning on the light and illuminating the dingy apartment. Both of us are exhausted, our heads swarming with questions yet none of us has any answers. We haven't asked or talked to each other since leaving the exhibit, both too occupied with our own brains to try and unscramble the others.

I make my way over to the bedroom, grab the bedding off of the mattress, and make a makeshift bed on the floor. I feel more comfortable and safe being on the floor when sleeping. Taking off my clothing and getting into the spare pieces from the wardrobe, I notice 'Winter' looking on edge as he is stuck in his own mind. A part of me wants to try and sought through his thoughts, but I know it would be useless, with my own mind being in the same space as his.

I get into the makeshift bed, pull the covers underneath my chin and try to get comfortable. The hardwood floor underneath me feels somewhat nice, like the only routine that I could ever remember. However, as I stare at the ceiling, I'm finding it hard to fall asleep. Winter does the same as me, lying on the floor beside me under a few spare blankets, struggling to sleep.

I concentrate on the few cracks in the ceiling, slowly calming myself down to fall asleep. By counting sheep, something I've done since I could remember, I gradually fall into a deep slumber, my eyelids becoming too heavy to fight anymore.

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In an exhausting attempt to escape from the restraints, the guards push me closer to the pool, eventually pushing me over the edge and into the water. My body hits the chlorine, making a splash ricochet off of my body. With my arms tied to my back, I struggle to use my powers and breathe underwater as I slowly sink to the pool floor.

They shouted at me to force myself to use my powers, but being so new to them, I don't know how. I begin to panic as the water slowly enters my lungs, clouding them, and making me choke on the chemicals of the chlorine.

A small voice inside my head is screaming at me to swim up to the surface and breathe, but with death slowly becoming a reality, I don't fight. Acceptance begins to wash over my body, ready for my fate. I stare up at the ceiling, ripples of water making my vision foggy, but my eyebrows crease when I see a body begin to swim toward me. As it gets closer, its feature becomes clear. Its hair is swimming beside its face. Its clothes are stuck to the body, old and brown, with a badge displayed on the front reading Sargent. Its face is soft and when it looks at me, a name pops up in my head.

Bucky.

His uniform is a distant memory to me, but I recognize the war symbol, big and bold, on the front. When he makes it to me, he sits down on the pool floor beside me, his hand lifting to my face to stroke my cheek.