Brooklyn - Bucky X OC Love Story

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Emilia woke up finding herself strapped to a bed in a cell. She could hear distant chatter from several others. Some yelling, some crying out in pain or fear, some mumbling, pleading or praying. But nothing looked familiar, everything was cold and dark. When her eyes finally adjusted to the dark, she looked around as best as she could. The room she was in looked like a makeshift hospital from a horror movie. She noticed a bed beside her, someone was in the bed but their face was turned to the side.

"Hey.." Emilia whisper shouted to the person next to her. They didn't seem to be awake, or they were ignoring her. She felt tears well up in her eyes, she was alone, trapped, cold, terrified. She wondered where Bucky was, was he okay? Did he get away? She hoped and prayed he got away.

"Please wake up, I don't want to be alone here." Emilia begged quietly through tears. But the person next to her didn't budge, she tried to reach for them, but her hand only made it halfway to the second bed. "I don't want to die alone, I know you don't either." She begged just as quietly. She tried to keep talking to the unconscious person next to her, but she got herself too worked up to speak anymore. She turned her head to stare up at the ceiling as her tears were in free fall, falling to either side of her face into her hair and her ears.

"Em?" Emilia heard someone say. She turned her head quickly to see Bucky staring back at her.

"James.." Emilia said through tears, she reached as far as she could for him. Bucky reached the rest of the way, taking her hand into his. As soon as their fingers linked, Bucky pulled as hard as he could, pulling their beds closer together. "We're gonna get out of here, doll." He said as confidently as he could muster up.

Emilia linked their fingers, holding onto him as tightly as he could while she worked to calm herself. But nothing worked, the warmth from his hand helped, but they were still trapped behind enemy lines. She figured by now they were presumed dead, too dangerous to retrieve them. She knew there was no getting out of this, simply enduring whatever they had in store for them.

"Em, look at me." Bucky said calmly. Emilia opened her eyes again, being met with the steel blue of Bucky's staring back at her. "We're going to get out." He reassured her.

"James.. I don't think we are." Emilia admitted.

"Don't think like that, doll. Tell me how our apartment will look in Brooklyn." Bucky insisted, trying to get her mind off of their current predicament.

"James.." Emilia said with a sad sigh, a few tears falling down her face.

"What color is the couch? The walls? Where will we hang our first pictures together?" Bucky asked, still trying to distract her.

"I never said I'd follow you." Emilia teased with a small, sad laugh. She knew she'd follow him anywhere, she also knew that he knew that. He seemed to know her so well already, maybe a little too well. One look into those steel blue eyes and she was an open book.

"Humor me." Bucky insisted.

Emilia let out a heartbreaking sigh. "Dark red, maybe brown for the couch. White walls, they're clean, makes the place look bigger." She said. She felt a few more tears fall down her face.

"Keep going, where will the pictures go? What will the pictures look like?" Bucky asked. He squeezed her hand lightly, hoping to make her forget about their horrors, at least for the moment.

"They'll be everywhere, the hallways, the bedroom, the livingroom. We'll go to the park, or somewhere outside in the spring or fall. You'll kiss me with the leaves falling all around us." Emilia explained. She broke out into a half smile at the thought, imagining their future home together.

"What is this?" Someone spat when they walked into the twos cell, seeing their beds were pressed up against each other. Emilia let go of Bucky's hand, but he didn't let go of hers, he kept their fingers linked together.