With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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Y/n's POV:

I woke up and found myself tied to a chair for maybe the fourth or fifth day in a row. And no, it wasn't in a fun sex way.

I didn't actually know how long I had been here, I remembered walking into the HYDRA facility alone and only managing to take a few steps before sensing a prick in my neck and feeling a blinding pain shoot through me. 0/10 experience, would not recommend.

I had then woken up, aching, stripped to my underwear, and tied to a chair. Sick HYDRA perverts.

I had no way of communicating with the rest of the team since the comms devices didn't work this far without a phone to piggyback off and, unsurprisingly, the dumb motherfuckers who had kidnapped me had taken my phone as well as my suit and guns.

Did I mention that I was in a freezing cold concrete cell without any clothes on in Russia? No? How tragic.

Truth be told, I had been trying one thing to get in contact with the team, but it really had no chance of working.

I had been trying to use a telepathic link with Bucky.

I knew it was stupid, I had only just begun to tolerate him, and I would never love him but I was praying to the orgasm gods that our sex had been good enough to at least let me get a couple of words through.

So far I had had 0 success. Good times.

If I had a therapist, I think they would tell me that I was using humor as a defense mechanism right now, but I didn't have a therapist and the HYDRA assholes had stolen my only access to Spotify so I had run out of ways to deal with this shit.

I had to admit, despite otherwise showing zero signs of intelligence, my captors' plan did deserve some merit. Apparently, they had been watching me for months and had sent in a shapeshifter who perfectly mirrored me, meanwhile they tortured me for information.

Like I said, good times.

So far, the only progress they had made was making me hate an even larger majority of the earth's population than I did before, so I was currently up to hating 99.99234% of people (the other 0.007- whatever were milkshake vendors).

Maybe I did need therapy...

Anyway.

At that moment, I heard the heavy sound of boots clunking down the hallway and my head flicked up in the direction of the sound.

"Hello, little girl." He said with a thick Russian accent.

1. I was not a little girl, I was 5'4" which was pretty much average height.
2. These fluff-for-brains didn't seem to be catching on to the fact that I spoke Russian. That's how I found out their plan, one of them had repeated all the details to another while standing at the entrance to my cell. Geniuses, all of them.

"Эй, мудак." I faked a grin as I looked up at him, "Ты отпустишь меня?" (Hey, dickhead. - Will you let me go?)

"Are you going to tell us about your soldier friend?" He asked as I rolled my eyes. It was the same question he had asked me every morning.

"I'd rather not." I answered. Were they really that stupid?

He stepped closer toward me and bent onto one knee so his face was level with mine. His rancid breath fanning itself over my face, almost making me gag.

"I have my orders to get answers out of you anyway I can, but I would hate to mess up your pretty face, my sweet kitten." He smiled. 

Okay, that time I did actually gag.

"Luckily for you, I don't care." I answered, "Go ahead, 'cause I'm not telling you shit."

That was a lie, I actually did care if he sliced my face off (believe it or not) but I wasn't about to let him know that.

His smile fell from his face and he stood up in front of me. "Do the soldier's command words still work?" he asked, his cold eyes glaring at me.

I would have used my hand to mime me zipping my lips shut, but seeing as they were stuck behind my back, I had to make do with pursing my lips and indicating to them with my eyes.

Maybe it was a bad idea because approximately three seconds later, I found myself knocked onto the floor, still stuck to the chair, with all the air pushed out of my lungs.

That bastard had kicked me over.

"Okay, ouch." I whispered, still breathless.

"Tell us how to get him back." He snarled, pulling the chair up and proceeding to punch me in the mouth.

Dumb move, I would have needed my teeth to talk.

"I have no clue who you're talking about." I replied, only to be met with another punch to the face.

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