Marvel Oneshots (YNxAvengers)

Bucky - Saved

(TWD: Pain, blood, and torture! I hope you enjoy this and please comment any suggestions here)

A harsh slap to my face awoke me from my nightmare filled sleep. I felt the stinging sensation creep throughout my face, but it was a pain I was used to. Rough, strong hands gripped the sides of my arms and began dragging me out of my cell into the stark white hallways. I tried to break free of the strong grasp, but the guards just held me tighter, dragging the tips of my feet along the floor. There was no point to fight back anymore, I was never getting out of this place. No matter how far I ran through the halls, there would always be more guards to stop me and punish me. No matter how many rooms I tried to hide in, it would always result in torture. So instead of struggling, I just hung still and limp from my arms, giving in to the guards. I looked up to see the door leading to room 18 awaiting me. I swallowed my fear, this was the testing room, the room where almost all  my pain and fear had come from. I tried to back away from the door but the guards grabbed me and pushed me into the room. 

I stumbled and fell onto my knees right before the doctor, catching myself right before I tripped into him. He grabbed my hair, pulling up my head to face him. 

He looked into my eyes and grinned, "Hello dear pet."

"P-please, no experiments today." I whimpered, knowing it would change nothing. 

A felt another slap reach my face as the same stinging sensation came back over my face. 

"You will call me Sir, you useless, disgusting thing!" Sir screamed at me, punching my yet again in the face. 

"Sorry Sir." I whispered quietly. 

He silently motioned to his guards to bring me to the chair. The cold hard metal chair stared right back at me, blood spatters covered it from its previous victims. Most people would view it as an uncomfortable chair, but not the experiments trapped here, to us this was our cause of pain. I only knew things from glimpses of talk spoken by the doctors, but I did know that I was here because I had the Z gene, it helped me survive better than most other people. It was the only thing keeping me alive, but it was also the only thing the doctors wanted to take out of my body. I didn't understand why they wanted to take the gene out of my body if it helped me live, if they wanted to kill me they could've done it long ago. 

I struggled against the strong grip of the guards, their fingers pressing into my skin, causing bruises. I tried pushing against them, trying to crawl out of their grasp, but I was no match against everybody in that room, so I let my body be strapped down into the chair. Even in the chair I struggled to get out, which just caused the straps to tighter over my wrists and ankles, making me squeeze my eyes in pain. 

"Oh, my pretty pet, don't be afraid dear." The doctor said as he stroked my face. 

I tried to shake my head away from his touch, but I noticed it had been strapped down from behind me. I could only squeeze my eyes shut as the doctor stroked his hands down my body, admiring my skinny curves and disheveled face. I let a slow tear escape my eye, but then realized I couldn't wipe it away. 

"Please don't do this, sir." I begged to him. 

I felt the touch of the doctor leave my face, and I quivered in fear, knowing what was about to happen. I felt a syringe enter my arm and the liquid seep into my body. My whole body was on fire as I screamed, pain was being flooded through my veins. I screamed until my throat was raw, but I couldn't even feel the pain of my scarred throat, as the blue liquid was still spreading through my veins. My vision blurred and dots flashed across my eyes as I struggled to erase the pain. 

"No, please, stop!" I screamed to the doctor as I saw him come near me again with yet another syringe. 

The pain was already unbearable, it felt as if I was being burned alive while I had frostbite. I tried to claw at my skin, tried to rip out my veins to stop the burning sensation, but my arms wouldn't budge. I just screamed my heart out, screamed my pain out, even though I knew it wouldn't do anything to stop the second syringe from entering my arm.