Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Thirteen

Bucky POV

"Please, stop. Bucky s-stop!" The girl's pleading ended in a grunt as his fist once again connected with her face. The crushing of her cheek bone was instant and likely matched the back of her skull where it had slammed into the concrete floor of the cell. Shadowy blue eyes glossing over, her body ceased any movement as she stared blankly up at the ceiling unaware of the pooling blood beneath her long brown hair.

"That's enough, Soldat." Came Strucker's order from the other side of the bars.

Immediately he backed away to stand in position by the door to the cell, waiting for further instruction as the others moved into the cell and dragged the near comatose girl away by her arms.

"You may return to your quarters to await further instruction." Strucker informed him as the scientist eyed the trail of blood the girl's body had left behind.

"Yes, sir." Soldat replied before leaving the space.

The walk back to his quarters was short. No one dared stop him, each person making haste to get out of his way lest they face his wrath. His brutality was well known here, they were smart to avoid it.

Entering his quarters, he walked past the army cot and stopped at the sink in the corner to rinse his bloodied knuckles. The skin had split back open and likely wouldn't fully heal before he was once again summoned to discipline the girl. It had been the same routine, every couple hours, for the last week. It was the only mission he'd been given since being reprogrammed. Aside from eating and sleeping, he spent all of his time with the girl. Part of him hoped she would accept her mission soon so that he could go back into cryo. It was the only relief he was ever afforded from this miserable existence. But he knew hoping for anything was pointless. Strucker wouldn't waste precious time on this one thing. There was sure to be more before they put him back under.

The door to his room opened behind him. He ignored the new presence, focusing on the sting of the cold water washing over his bloodied knuckles, turning the basin pink.

"Heard you were back." Rumlow's cocky voice bounced around the empty space. "Had to see it for myself." The door shut behind the intruder.

Soldat didn't answer. They liked him quiet, required it of him. This was another game he had played countless times. He knew his part well and if he played it right that meant the intruder would leave and he'd be left alone again.

Alone was preferable. Alone was safe. If there were such a thing as being safe here.

Finished at the sink, Soldat shut the valve off before shaking the drops from his hands. Turning, he kept his gaze cast down at the dirty floor beneath his boots.

The first punch landed on his right cheek, crushing the bone beneath. For a second he thought of the girl. The thought was quickly erased when the next punch landed in his gut. Reaching down he grabbed Rumlow's wrist, wrenching it up at an unnatural angle as he returned a punch to the other man's kidney.

They liked it when he fought back. He was careful to allow the other man the upper hand. This wouldn't end well for him if he came out on top. Not that it ever ended well anyway. But at least if he gave them what they came for it meant avoiding the chair. They needed to feel like they'd won something, like they were better than him. The prize of owning Soldat, if only for a short time, was one often coveted by many of the higher ranking officials. Rumlow especially favored their time together.

Kicking his legs out from under him, Rumlow forced Soldat to kneel. The thin material of his combat pants did little to protect his kneecaps from the unforgiving concrete floor. Rumlow made quick work of releasing his hard dick. Soldat glared at the ugly appendage as it bounced in front of his face.