Bringing Bucky Home (Bucky x reader)

Chapter Two ~ The file

(H/C) ~ Hair colour.

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~ Current Time ~

Training. That's what you were doing. In your apartment to be exact. You punched and kicked the bag effortlessly. You were an agent of shield.

Steve Rogers was your trainer. Apparently you were pretty good to him. Obviously he was lying. You were no where near as good as him.

You smiled as you thought about it, that's pretty cool of him though. Steve is one of your closest friends and believe it or not so is Tony Stark.

Eventually you finish up and let your (H/C) hair down. You went into your kitchen and drank the rest of your healthy shake. It felt cold and refreshing on your tongue.

You glanced outside your long, wide glass windows as you suck from the straw getting every last drop.

It was pretty stormy outside, no lightening though.

You looked on your kitchen bench at a File named 'James Barnes.' Steve had been telling you about his best mate. And how he'd been lost in War. He seemed like an interesting guy. Everything they went through was terrific, sad and just amazing! And he told you about Peggy, how magnificent she was too.

You flipped through a couple pages. Once you got to the back you noticed there was a sneaky hidden away pocket. You opened it to find a code locked book. The book had a red star and a blue patterned background. You curiously run your fingers over it before putting it down. You should look over that later.

You started to think you regretted accepting shields offer. It was hard to look back at your missions and realise how many innocent people have been killed because of you. Because of the Avengers, because of Shield.

You sigh as that triggers a flashback. The nightmares you get are worse. They started as soon as you'd had your first mission.

Suddenly a loud crash from the floor above shakes you from your thoughts. You frown in concern.

Then there was more crashing and then there was the explosion.

You fall to the floor as the ceiling collapsed, and down fell a figure. A person.

"Are- are you okay-!" You cough and squint to see through the dust and rubble. When they don't answer You rush over to them but to your surprise they weren't hurt, In fact they were standing.

You had enough time to scan his figure, gathering that he was a tall, muscular man, with smeared black charcoal around his eyes and he wore a muzzle. Strange as that was you kept eyeing him down, and noticed He was wearing a black leather jacket and had an overload of guns. The next thing your eyes meet is his arm. The robotic, metal arm. It had a red star.

Is he bad? Good?

You couldn't decide because the look his eyes gave were hard and cold but sad and lonely. The robotic arm looked so tempting to touch. You didn't know why, Or how but you wanted to. So slowly you began to reach out.

He looked confused as to why You don't seem scared of him.

As your index finger met the cold metal, he flinched.

Immediately after flicking his eyes away from yours then back into your eyes remembering his mission, the man's steel/metal arm clicked as it moved and grabbed your neck. You gasped for air.

He only holds it for a few seconds then he looks away and let's go. Why did he let go? Your mind asks. His expression was concerned and pained.

"Who- who are you?" You quickly gain breath again and try to throw a punch but he catches your fist before it collided with his face. He doesn't reply. And keeps blocking anymore punches you throw. He doesn't fight back.

His eyes scan the room quickly as you take a chance to kick him.

He ducks.

Is he looking for something? Why is he here? Who is he? Your mind exploded with questions.

The man grabs your wrist as you try to punch him. And then once you use your other hand to punch he also grabs that one.

Restraining your arms he twists you around and pulls your arms behind your back. You flinch in pain as his grip tightens.

There is a click.

And then he pushes you to the ground. Your hands are locked up. Your mouth parts and your eyes widen as he walks over to the kitchen bench.

His eyes scan the table.

Oh no. Is he after that file? The 'James Barnes' file? No way, why would he need that?

Sure enough he found it and strapped it to himself. You struggle and try to get out of the restraints.

The man walks to the large windows and shoots the glass out of them. He looks you in the eyes before jumping out.

You manage to slide on your butt to the window. He was gone.

But something was telling you, you would see him again. And sooner than you thought.

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Alriiggghht! What d'you think?