Dark Come Soon «a Bucky Barnes fan fiction»

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I walked into the room and sneered at James. "Morning, sweetheart," I crooned sarcastically, standing beside him and setting a plate on his lap. "I brought you breakfast."

"How am I supposed to eat this?" he asked and I smiled.

"I'll feed you."

"You're being awfully nice for a kidnapper," he commented and I rolled my eyes.

"Don't want you to starve to death, that'd be too easy. Open," I ordered and fed him.

"We used to be friends."

"Things change," I muttered. "People change, you know that. And now you're my mission. So you aren't my friend." I took the empty plate away and sighed. "And I would say that I don't want to do this but that would be a lie," I whispered and kicked his stomach. I moved to his shins, relishing his muffled screams that came with every kick. "Does your metal arm feel things? Would it hurt if I ripped it off?" I pulled his head and punched him in the face again and again and again and again.

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Bucky stared at the wall, his head hung low, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. "How long has it been since your memory's been wiped?" he mumbled.

"Few weeks, whats it to you?"

"We used to love each other," his whispered, coughing. "You used to love me."

"I don't remember ever loving you, James. We weren't even friends," Brett argued and Bucky shook his head slowly.

"You don't remember. Why would they erase those memories?" he inquired, coughing again.

"Maybe those memories aren't real," Brett replied, curled into a ball against the wall.

"Open your mind."

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Brett opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling, the cool arm pressing into her side. "James," she murmured, tapping his chest. "James, wake up." She continued to poke him until he groaned quietly and cracked open an eye. "Your arm, its pinching me." He sighed and moved his flesh arm off of her, letting her sit up. She smiled and straddled him, leaning down and kissing his nose.

"Brett, I love you," he started seriously and she froze, "but you're a fucking tease." She laughed and rocked her hips, grinding against him. He let out a quiet, throaty moan. "Tease..."

"I like the sounds you make when I tease you, James. Almost as much as I like you," I stated and he snorted, staring at me in disbelief.

"You only like me?"

"I think you're all right," I told him before grinning, pressing my face in the crook of his neck.

"All right?" he repeated loudly and I nodded, laughing.

"I'm sorry," I apologized when I caught my breath. "I can't- I can't say those words for some reason. It always feels like a waste. You only get so many 'I love yous' until it doesn't sound the same. And I don't like wasting mine." Brett glanced at him, a solemn look on his face as he nodded slowly. Sge lifted her head up, studying his face. "Make me unafraid," She whispered, her hands on his cheeks. "I want to waste my 'I love yous' on you..."

He slammed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately as he slipped inside her. She moaned as he rocked inside her. He flipped them over, pinning her wrists against the headboard. She moaned into his mouth, running her nails down his back. "You're so beautiful," he whispered and she smiled, closing her eyes as she felt him moving inside her. "So goddamn beautiful. And if I have to spend the rest of my life showing you that, then I will."

"But you're immortal," she gasped as he pushed himself all the way in and he nodded.

"Exactly..." He mumbled against her skin, nipping at her collarbone.

"If anyone finds out about this-"

"I don't care," he growled. "I love you."

"I- fuck!" She screamed as she came. "I love you, too!"

He released inside her and laid down, kissing her softly. "So you're going to waste your 'I love yous' on me?" She nodded and kissed him.

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I stared up at the ceiling, lying on my back. "You haven't said anything in a few hours," I observed.

"You haven't hit me in almost two days," he replied and I sighed. "Don't you remember your mission?"

"Of course I do. Kill you," I said, looking at him.

"I think you're starting to like me a little," he rasped, clearing his throat. "Need water."

I stood up and grabbed a glass. I walked over to him and started pouring it in his mouth before replying with: "I think you're all right."

He choked, spitting the water on the ground. "Sorry, what?"

"You're all right," I repeated slowly, staring at him in confusion. "Is your arm connected to your body?"

"Yes. You have a metal skeleton," he said and I nodded. "That must fucking suck in airports."

"Yeah, good thing I don't go in those. Last time I did I shot up the whole place so they kind of don't like me."

"Oh shit, that's right," he mumbled. "I was there, too."

"You were," I said after several moments of thought. "Why did you run away?"

"I remembered. And I took control of my body and I knew that what I had been doing was bad."

"You're lucky," I whispered and walked to the door. "So how much would it hurt to have your arm removed?"

"A lot... Why?"

"Um, they said that they only wanted your arm; this gives us a lot of leeway."

"Are you trying to help me?" he asked and I sighed, exiting the room. James shook his head and closed his eyes.

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I entered the room with a large box, setting it down on a table and waking James. I grabbed a pair of scissors and walked over to James, cutting his shirt off and frowning. "So it's really..." I trailed off, placing her hand on his shoulder. James flinched and I furrowed her brow. "And you can feel..."

"Why are you helping me?" James asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know. I just know that I can't kill you."

"Use a laser," he instructed and I walked over to the box. "And why now?"

"They're coming for me. They can't see that you're still alive and untouched." He closed his eyes and nodded. I shoved a cloth in his mouth, muffling his screams as I slowly sliced off his arm. It landed on the concrete floor with a loud thud. I grabbed a knife and cleaned it before walking over to the fire. "This will hurt, too," I told him and pressed the red knife against him stump. He screeched and I pushed the sound out of her head as I repeated the action.

I untied him and pointed to the drain hole in the wall. "Go through that. When you have to turn, turn right. The third turn, turn left. You'll be out and only a few miles away from where you came from. Go!"

He nodded quickly and ran off. I sighed and walked to the far side of the room, staring at the door, heart thumping loudly.