Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes Imagines

9. Bucky - Not the Lucky Ones Part One

(ALL DATES ARE FROM AN ONLINE SOURCE AND CAN BE INACCURATE)

I loved this prompt, so I am making this multiple parts (they'll be short and likely boring at first, but it'll get more interesting as it going on, I promise). I just wanted to point out a few things - of course, as stated above, it's hard for me to find accurate dates for where people were during what times. So, this is my best guess (and I did some research too). Also, I do love history, but some of this had to be altered for the sake of the story.

Thanks for reading, keep sending in requests! Also, I have a Steve Civil War oneshot coming up after this!

It was October 1943 when the 107th infantry fought with HYDRA in Azzano. It was also there that the majority suffered casualties, and the rest were captured as prisoners of war.

Bucky Barnes remembered it well. Not only because the traumatizing experiments tested on him, or the general impact of being a POW – no, he remembered it especially because it was where he first met you.

Hell, he thought he had good luck – he was a charmer back in the states, and could likely get any girl he wanted as long as he flashed a smile and held out his arm, maybe called her "doll" a couple times.

But no, his luck wasn't with him from the moment he was dragged into the war. Of course Bucky Barnes would meet the girl he was going to fall in love with, in a shitty HYDRA facility. Of course Bucky Barnes would discover that the girl of his dreams barely spoke English, was hunted because she was Jewish, and was also being experimented on inside said facility.

Because luck had to run out at some point, right?

"Hey, Barnes," Dum Dum Dugan shook Bucky's shoulder through the bars separating their cells, nodding his head toward another cell. "They just brought in a new prisoner."

"What's so interesting about that? More of us are pouring in every day," Bucky grumbled, giving a glance into the cell next to his. The new prisoner was sitting in the corner, too deep in the shadows for him to clearly see them.

"We think it's a girl," Dugan responded, his eyebrows furrowing, "Your cell is right next to hers, want to try talking to her?"

"Why the hell would they bring a girl here?" Bucky demanded, but Dugan shrugged helplessly. He glanced at the figure again, knowing he had to find out now.

He got up with a slight groan, the effects of some minor torturing still causing pain when he moved. At the noise, the person's head snapped up and he discovered that Dugan was right – for some reason, HYDRA brought a girl into their facility.

A really beautiful girl, Bucky thought, but of course didn't say anything.

"Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you," he said in a soft tone, noticing your eyes flashing suspiciously at him. When you didn't respond he cleared his throat, glancing back at Dugan awkwardly, who just gave an encouraging nod. He noticed a few other men taking interest, wondering what would happen. "Do you, uh, speak any English?"

You hesitated for a moment, before quietly responding. "I speak a small amount."

Bucky smiled slightly at your thick German accent, trying not to notice how cute your nose looked when it was scrunched up when you were forming words. "Do you know why they, brought you here?"

You took a moment, your eyebrows furrowing before you shook your head, "No. They have not said anything to me. Do you know why you are here?"

"I was fighting 'em, doll, we are at war after all," he responded, sitting down by the bars so he wasn't towering over you. "The rest of us are prisoners. That's why I was wondering why you were here, since I am pretty damn sure you were not fighting."

Now that you two were eye level, you regarded him carefully, making sure he wasn't a threat. He was handsome, and had a trustworthy and easy going personality. You had heard a lot about Americans in your country, none of it good, but this man seemed like he was okay.

"I am Jewish," you said carefully, to which Bucky's eyes widened slightly in realization. "My family was in a..." you struggled for a minute to find the right word, "Prison camp, almost. We became separated, and they brought me to this place. I thought it was another camp, but this place seems different. I don't think it is as bad as the last camp, though."

Your voice got quiet and you saw Bucky's eyes hold some sympathy, something you had yet to see among soldiers and guards that you had encountered. You supposed that maybe Americans didn't understand, since they weren't there to see the war camps in person.

"That's terrible," he finally murmured, "I'm so sorry."

You eyed him again, looking for a lie in his tone, but he seemed sincere about it. "What is your name?"

"James Buchanan Barnes, at your service ma'am," He said, a small grin crossing his features that made him look even more attractive, "And may I ask what your name is?"

"Y/N L/N," you responded, allowing yourself a small smile as well, something you hadn't felt on your lips in a while. "It is nice to meet you, James."

"You as well, Y/N."