bucky barnes imagines

see what happens - bucky barnes

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A/n - trigger warning, some topics may be triggering, overall very fluffy, and contains smut toward the end :) all spelling mistakes and errors are mine. 

Day 1

You were thrown into a cell, hard. 

Right on the cold, stained concrete. 

You landed on the ground, seen as though you were already weak and hurt. 

You whole body was covered in bruises and cuts, some deeper then others. 

You didn't know how you got here, all you remember was walking home from work one day and then everything went black, you remember waking up here and getting beaten and tortured. It could have been days since you last ate or drank, maybe even weeks. 

You were already crying, not loudly, just sobbing to yourself. Literally, your whole body was shaking. 

You look down at yourself and realise your in a hospital gown, a very dirty and bloody gown. God, you felt so dirty, you could feel it all on your skin, the dirt and grim, the blood, your blood. 

Most of all you could feel pain, white hot pain, everywhere. 

In fact you were so consumed in the pain that you didn't even compute that there was another person in this cell that you were so roughly shoved in. 

You look up and make eye contact with him. Your eyes immediately link, your y/e/c, teary, red eyes connect with his deep blue eyes, some how you can't look away. 

He was just sitting there on the bed. The very uncomfortable looking bed, might I add. A single, very thin mattress, underneath was a bunch of chunky, poky springs. 

He had a metal arm. Dark brunette, long locks. And a unrecognisable expression spread across his face. He looked about your age, maybe, you don't know, probably a bit older. If you weren't in your situation right now you'd say he's quite attractive. 

Before any of you could do anything, you quickly crawled into the corner of the room, as further away as possible from the man with the metal arm. 

Bucky could hear your shaky, small breaths and light sobs from where he was sitting. He could see the immense fear on your face, in your eyes, the way your whole body was trembling. 

He was taught not to feel anything, but, right now, he was kind of feeling sad for you, being brought into this torture. You were just an innocent, beautiful young girl. 

Then, the cell door slamed open and in went a cray of food, pretty impoverished made food but very substantial. 

Bucky naturally stood up abruptly, ready to comply with what ever they needed. Just like how he was trained. 

While you remained tucked in the corner. Terrified and in pain. 

It was just a simple bread roll, some chicken and a dollop of veggies on the side. And there was only one plate, meaning you and this man had to share. 

Quite frankly, you did not want to move from your spot. 

The man stepped forward slowly after a beat of silence, making you frinch, and shuffle further into the corner, terrified.