Stucky One Shots

Post Winter Soldier-Bucky, Captain America-Steve

What I have to say about this one; Hydra is bad.

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"Wake up," a voice hisses and then the person slaps the unconscious man. His head jerks up and he blinks. Lights popped in his eyes and he shook his head to clear them away. A man with graying hair, a wrinkled face and gold glasses leans into his face.

"Good, you're up. First I thought agent Rumlow had gone to far but..." Pierce trails off. The man locks eyes with Rumlow, who smirks a little.

"Where's Bucky?" He asks, his voice comes out rough and he swallows.

"According to me, my team doesn't know. I can let them know if you don't cooperate, of course," Pierce drawls. Steve Rogers glares at him and strains against whatever it was holding him back. "See, Captain Rogers, we don't care about you. I want my asset back, and obviously, you're the bait." He says simply and the blonde stays silent. There was really nothing he could do; if he made a fuss, Bucky would be forcefully brought in. If he went along, Bucky would find him anyway.

"Given that I don't care about you, I've given you over to the capable hands of Dr. Zola," he continues and Steve frowns.

"Zola was destroyed last year in that bunker," Steve growls, praying that Pierce was lying. Pierce blinks before continuing.

"This is Zola's grandson, Eli," he introduces, waving a hand towards Zola Jr. Eli smirks and folds his arms across his chest, he gives a little finger wave. "You'll be in good hands with him, I'm sure." Pierce hums before sauntering out.

"Well, Captain? I'd like to get to know you," Eli smirks, his fingers dancing amongst the tools he kept down there specifically for this type of occasion. Steve stays silent. No matter how much it hurt, he wouldn't make a sound.

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"Where's Steve?" Bucky asks frantically, bursting into Sam's house. Sam looks up from his breakfast and raises his eyebrows. "I woke up this morning to find the bed empty, I figured he went on a run but usually he would've been back by now so I don't know what's happened to him." He explains hurriedly, running his hands through his hair and pacing a little.

"Woah, woah. Slow down, Bucky," Sam says. "Deep breaths."

Bucky takes a deep breath then slowly lets it out. Sam gestures to a seat and Bucky flops into it, he puts his elbows on the table and his head in his hands.
"Okay. Maybe he's gone to get a coffee? What does he usually do each morning?" Sam asks and Bucky nods a little.

"Goes for a run then a coffee, but I checked his usual place and he isn't there, he won't answer his phone either," Bucky stresses and Sam sighs a little.

"I'll help you look, alright?" He offers, getting up. Bucky looks up at him and he smiles gratefully before getting up himself.

"Thanks, Sam," he sighs and Sam smiles. He claps him on the shoulder before they leave to find the blonde.

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"Well, should we send lover boy a video and make him watch? He'd find you," Eli says and Steve clenches his jaw. His head was spinning and blood was running down his arms, his nose bled and a dark bruise was forming on his cheekbone.

"Hmm? Speak up, Captain," Eli taunts and Steve shakes his head. Eli shrugs a shoulder before picking up a hammer and twirling it. "Come on now, I know you can. No? Alright." He shrugs again before slamming the hammer into his ribs, there's two loud cracks and Steve bites down on his tongue, hard, to keep silent. Breathing became difficult quickly and he struggled.

Eli grabbed a video camera and set it up. His plan was to make Bucky come, if Steve said something or not. He knew the brunette would come for his lover.