Bucky Barnes Imagines

I'll Be Back - Part 2

Summary: The team arrives back at the compound with one less person, you. Everyone is sad and has no idea what to do with themselves. Bucky is losing his mind and is sad you are not there.

Content warning: kidnapping, being held in prison, injuries, language, sad and frantic Bucky, grief, funeral/memorial

Your eyes fluttered open as you slowly woke up in a darkened room, lying on an uncomfortable mattress that smelled and was stained with god knows what. 

"Hello?" you groggily called, but there was no answer. 

Your head was pounding, and you were still in the clothes you had on for your mission. You reached up to hold your head but all you felt was bandages and gauze wondering how those got there. The room was dark and damp with no light. You sat up from the cot and placed your feet on the ground, feeling a little woozy from your head injury. The floor was dirt and the room smelled like rusty pipes mixed with chemicals of some kind. You didn't hear anything around you apart from water dripping in a tiny sink in the corner of your room next to a small metal toilet. 

"Hello?" you called out again but this time, you heard footsteps and what sounded like a latch being opened. You stood up from your cot and prepared yourself to fight whoever was on the other side of the door.

As the door opened, in walked an older man with glasses and a clip board. He had on black tactical gear and smiled brightly at you. 

"Oh good, you're up. You took quite the hit to your head. I hope you don't have too bad a headache" he said in an unusually cheery voice. 

"Who are you and where am I?" you snapped as the man in front of you let out a chuckle. 

"Relax, you're safe...for now..." he shrugged while walking towards you, looking over your body for any further injuries. 

You took a few steps back, but your back was now against the wall of the cell you were in. 

"Where am I?" you asked, and the man didn't say anything as he assessed your head then wrote some things down on his clipboard the headed to the door. 

"I'll send in some food to you shortly. You must be hungry" he said closing the door, not answering your question. 

You head the click of the door and knew you were locked up. 

"Fuck" you muttered and shook your head. Where is everyone? you wondered.

You were lost in your thoughts when you heard footsteps then your door click open and a man was on the other side, carrying what looked to be a metal tray. He was a different man than the one with the clipboard. He was short and a little on the pudgy side, was bald, and seemed young. He took a few steps into your room and placed the tray on the ground. 

"Eat. It's not poison." was all he said as he left the room. 

Your stomach was rumbling so you got up and walked over to the tray to examine what was on it. There was a bowl of what looked to be broth, a piece of bread, a green apple, and a spoon. There was an unlabeled bottle of water lying down on the tray. You took it back to your cot and inspected the bowl of liquid, running your spoon through it, letting the liquid fall. You stirred the spoon a few more times before tasting the liquid. It wasn't bad, not great, but you were obviously hungry as you ate everything on the tray.

You knew there was a camera in your room but had yet to figure out where since the moment you placed the tray back on the floor, you heard footsteps and your door unlock. It was the same man who brought the tray in that took it. You didn't see any logo or wording on his clothes. Usually if it was Hydra, that ugly octopus thing was on their shoulders in a small patch, but the two men you met didn't have anything like that on them. You let out a snort thinking of some poor random Hydra guy printing their logo on all their gear as the pudgy man looked at you funny before he left.