A splitting headache was the reward when he finally came too in a cell once again.
It hurt to think. It hurt to breathe.
He clenched his teeth as he lightly touched his side, groaning slightly at the pain blossoming at his touch. He estimated two broken ribs.
Grimacing, he stood, despite the pain and the tearing sensation in his side.
Raising his metal fist, he punched the cell door. It vibrated upon impact but didn't budge. And after the fifth solid punch, he reluctantly gave up and practically collapsed to the floor.
His thoughts raced, always bringing him back to one thing.
Clarissa.
Was she being tortured, questioned, killed?
Putting his head in his hands he shook it slightly, suddenly wishing he had never gotten attached.
It was a weakness, a soft spot that was targeted. Yet he had fallen for a woman that was the daughter of the Red Skull.
For one instant he wished Steve was here.
Most of his memories had returned, and with it the friendship from the past.
He knew his friend would be the optimist in this situation, yet he doubted even Steve could see it now.
Everything had gone south.
The Winter Soldier had fallen into a pit too deep to dig himself out, and it was absolutely pitch black.
There was simply no wait out.
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Bucharest || Bucky Barnes
Fanfiction(Bu - caw - rest) In the two year span between The Winter Soldier and Civil War, the Winter Soldier was living a life of hiding in Romania in the city of Bucharest. But the past haunts, secrets lurk, and not everything is at it seems. And old dange...
