Soon after Mary had caught us, agents came in and dragged James and I out. They took me to the punishment room, chaining me to the wall. "Did you really think you could get away with it? That we wouldn't notice?" The devilish voice spoke. "No, but it was fun while it lasted." I smirked at her. She hit me in the head with something hard, and I felt the blood roll down the side of my head soon after. "Is that the best you've got?" I smiled barely, looking up. She smiled evilly looking down, which made me very uncomfortable. "No. I've got worse. Much worse." She dimmed the lights and I realized there was a window in front of me. Behind the glass was a tortured, bloody Bucky, in that hellish chair I recognized. I looked down but she grabbed my face. "Oh no Miss Romanova. You don't want to miss this." I watched the pain in his eyes as they secured him in the chair. The mask lowered and the screams that came after would be imprinted in my mind forever. The pain and suffering o heard from the scream alone, I couldn't imagine the pain he was feeling. A tear slid down my cheek and I closed my eyes. "I'm so sorry, James. This was never meant to happen."
