"Bucky, just talk to me." Steve pleaded and tried to meet Buckys eyes. He wanted to touch Bucky, wanted to show him how much he cared about him and his feelings, his emotions, his body, his everything. "Bucky, please tell me." But Bucky stared down at the ground and didn't say a word.
His long, brown hair hid his face and his confused eyes. They were covered with such sadness and pain, it made Steve worry even more.
Bucky was struggling with himself. He tried to find the words to tell Steve what he wanted to say - but he couldn't.
Bucky sighed in frustration and wanted to cry.
He wanted to cry but he couldn't do that in front of Steve. He had enough to worry about.
This was Steve, right? His Steve. Steve sat in front of him, on his bed and still waiting for an answer.
"Bucky, are you okay?" Steve asked.
"Yes." was Buckys simple answer.
"Are you sure because you look like you're not."
"Yes." Bucky said again and kept his answers as short as possible because he was used to it.
Hydra tought him to do it - or made him do it.
"Answer me soldier!" the doctor hissed and pushed a few buttons.
"Answer me Soldier, or do I have to make you?" he said while he grinned at the screen.
The chair began to vibrate and his head started to burn like hell. A shock went through his bones and he screamed in pain. He hated this torture but he didn't care if he got hurt.
The doctor waited a few more seconds and watched as Bucky tried to say something. Bucky knew that Hydra would wait forever and didn't care if they hurt him.
"Open your fucking mouth Soldier!" the man shouted angrily and slapped his face.
The Soldier didn't flinch or react, he just sat there and stayed silent. It seemed like the doctor had enough because he left him in the room with a few men. They wore black clothes and carried weapons that could kill him easily.
"We'll do this until you speak." One of them said and made his way up to Buck. The others followed him.
He felt a heavy punch on his left cheek that left an open wound. The next one came against his stomach and made Bucky wince in pain. He was pressed into the chair as another fist flew into his face. He didn't make a sound when a sharp knife went through his flesh arm. He kept staring at the wall while the knife was twisted.
"Speak Soldier, it is an order!"
Bucky spoke.
"Are you going to make me say it?" Bucky asked frightened and looked up to the taller man.
Bucky looked frightened, as if he'd just woken up from a terrible nightmare.
Steve needed a few seconds to understand what Bucky meant and immedeately shook his head.
"No Bucky, you know I'd never do that. You can tell me what you want, I just want you to be fine, you know." Steve said and took Buckys flesh hand in his own.
"I've waited so long for you to come back, I want to be with you. I'm going to protect you, no matter what happens - I will always be there for you baby." The last word slipped and Steve hoped that Bucky didn't hear it.
STEVE YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT! Steve literally screamed at himself.
He tried to talk about something else.
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Fanfiction"He's not an animal! If you do that, he's going to die." "So what?" "Natasha, he's my friend!" Steve screamed angrily. Bucky lives in Steves flat. They are happy together but some people don't want them to be. SMUT, Angst and fluff.
