Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 2

Found Pt. 2

TW: This story contains mentions of panic attacks, torture, and kidnapping.

The darkness was peaceful. You were floating somewhere in a void with no pain, no worries about your fractured memories or the torture you'd endured. There was only you and the dark. Through the pitch black, a small white dot appeared. It grew bigger, brighter. There were muffled sounds, but nothing distinguishable until a steady noise took shape.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your body raced towards the light even though you tried to stop your approach. There was no stopping and soon you were engulfed. Your eyes cracked open, but the room was too bright. You weren't used to fluorescent lights. They were harsh and unforgiving unlike the dim light that lit your cell. You reached up to shield your eyes and you heard a soft scrape of a chair beside you.

Your body jerked up and you scrambled off the bed you had been laying on. You twisted in a circle, taking in the room. Soft beige walls, cold white tile, a bed and a man sitting in a chair across the room trying to speak to you. It was the man who'd found you and taken you from Hydra.

Bucky's lips were moving, but in your frenzied state, you weren't sure what he was saying. You tried to breathe, to focus on him until you could finally make out his words. His hands were raised and he had a worried look on his face.

"It's okay, Y/n. You're safe. I promise you're safe now."

"Safe?" You tested the word.

How could you be safe when you didn't even know where the hell you were or who the fuck you'd decided to trust?

"Yes, doll. Safe." Bucky whispered.

Your eyes shifted around the room and caught on the window. You cautiously walked to the picture window across from your bed and looked out. Bright blue skies and vibrant green trees surrounded a stunningly beautiful lake. Clouds littered the sky and you could almost hear birds chirping through the thick glass panes of the window. You couldn't remember the last time you'd seen daylight and it clogged your throat with emotion.

The soft scuff of Bucky's boots on the tile had you turning quickly to face him. He froze and took a seat on the bed, facing you. His hands clasped in front of him and he locked eyes with you.

"You scared me, you know?" He said softly.

You glanced away from him.

"When you passed out, I didn't know what had happened. One minute you were following me and then I looked back and you were bent over gasping. It took me a while to figure out that you had a panic attack. Can you tell me why?"

You wrapped your arms around your body, gaze falling to the floor.

"Was it the agent that attacked you?"

You shook your head.

"Was it–was it something I said?"

You looked up at him cautiously.

"It was. What did I say that caused your panic attack?" Bucky's brows knit together in worry.

"Doctor," you whispered, "I don't trust them."

Bucky nodded in understanding. When he first escaped Hydra, he avoided any type of medical treatment or personnel. Hydra's doctors and all the experimentation made him fearful of anyone in a white coat.

"I understand that. I didn't trust doctors after I escaped either."

He stood and walked towards you, stopping a few feet away. Bucky removed the glove on his left hand and then pushed the sleeve of his shirt up, revealing shining black metal with gold inlay.