Avengers preferences and imagines

Hydra- Bucky part 2

Your pov
Who am I? What am I? And why is this room feel like it's freezing. All these questions after a major head ache, probably from the room You were in last. It was filled with some kinda gas that made everything burn. Except for your arm. Which when you look down is now metal?!?what is going on. Just when things could not get weirder a tall handsome man with the same metal arm walked in
He looked hurt, and broken like You had just been. He lightly skimmed his index over your arm and looked hurt even more. He got you out that night but nothing is recognized. How can you trust him. After all you only just woke up yesterday.
Bucky pov
I looked to horror as the pain seized up her arm. All i could do is wish the new technique was not as painful. The second time I was allowed to visit My hands reach hers as she stares at me like That i am one of the monsters that gave her the pain and agony. Shes sick, and tired to. "Please don't leave me (Y/n). Its burning me to see you like this. I am getting you out tonight. " Was my last words before they brain wash her again. Stress is overtaking my body and mind. Pacing and pacing back and forward. I can still remember the first page of our story. How did it turn out so evil? Even angels hurt and have wicked schemes but I know shes strong. But unfortunately i am not, even at the most stable part of the process. Hydra feeds me fables from their hands telling me that they wont hurt my beautiful (y/n) but i know she is hurting unbearably. Its Sick and twisted, thats what keeps hydra going. They love the screams and cries of both me and my guardian angel. I will not leave until these walls that separates me and her are burning up with smoke and flames. The time we finally got out was 5 hours later and Steve was in the back with a truck
TO BE CONTINUED