Forsaken: Y/n x Marvel

Chapter 5: Match

As we arrived at the compound I hurried inside and I heard a few people call after me but I ignored them.

"I'll go check on her." Bucky says as he hopped out the jet.

I hurried into the nearest bathroom and started scrubbing my hands but the blood didn't seem to come off. This frustrated me more and I sank to the floor crying. I noticed Bucky in the doorway looking at me pitifully.

He walked in and sat next to me. On the floor.

"Why are you here?" I asked looking at him with teary eyes.

"Well I need the bathroom." He said making me laugh a little.

"Need the bathroom, huh?" I laughed through my tears, wiping my face with my sleeve. "Sure you're not just here to rescue me from myself?"

"Maybe a bit of both," Bucky said with a grin.

I sighed, feeling the tension slowly easing out of my body. "Thanks, Bucky. You really didn't have to come."

"Hey, we're a team now, remember?" He said, his voice softer. "And more than that, I get it. I really do."

We sat in silence for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of activity from the rest of the compound. I looked at him, really looked at him, and saw someone who had suffered as much as I had, if not more.

"Can I ask you something?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Sure, anything."

"What was it like for you, before Hydra?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and nostalgia. "Before Hydra, life was... simpler. I had a family, friends. Steve and I, we used to get into all sorts of trouble. We'd go to Coney Island, eat hot dogs, flirt with girls-well, Steve would try, at least."

I chuckled at the image of a young, awkward Steve Rogers. "I can't imagine him flirting."

"Trust me, it was something to see. But, you know, everything changed. The war, the experiments... Hydra turned my life upside down. Took everything I was and twisted it."

I nodded, understanding all too well. "I know the feeling. My life before Hydra was something you would call a lonely rich girl. I had one friend. His name was Ricky Killian. What a dork. We bonded over the fact that both our fathers were assholes who hated each other."

"Sounds like fun. I bet he had a little crush on you." He said with a smirk.

"Rick? No way, shit I thought he was gay." I chuckled.

"I bet you could make a gay man straight." Bucky said which made me blush a little.

I gave him a small smile, appreciating his words more than. "So, did you have a girl back then? Someone waiting for you back at the nursing home?"

He laughed, the sound rich and deep. "You think you're funny, I had a few admirers, but nothing serious. Steve was always the one worried about finding 'the one'."

"Guess he's still looking, huh?" I teased.

"Yeah, he's a stubborn one. What about you? Any middle school sweethearts?"

I shook my head. "No just me and Ricky. Believe it or not I only started being cool a couple of months before I got kidnapped."

"Well, their loss," he said with a wink. "They missed out on one hell of a woman."

We fell into an easy banter, sharing stories and laughing about the absurdities of our lives. It felt good to talk, to connect with someone who truly understood.