Detonate ~Bucky Barnes~

Chapter 3

Underneath the floor that Elisaveta was housed in for the last few weeks was a room she assumed was for training. The back wall was made entirely of glass display cases full of different types of weapons- from throwing knives to pistols. She swore she even saw an automatic in there as well. But, it was equip with its own security system that required a punch in code and fingerprint to open, so she had no doubt that they weren't using any of those for their sparring. On the adjacent walls, dummies with large red x's on their chests lined the walls and the flooring was made up of foam squares held together like puzzle pieces. Elisaveta watched as Bucky cleared the center of the room that still had a few scattered dummies. When he was finished, the space was entirely clear and Bucky stood, facing her with his arms crossed. She stopped taking in her surroundings and approached him slowly. When they were standing directly in front of each other, Bucky uncrossed his arms and stared at her.

"So, do you want a safe word?" Bucky asked.

Elisaveta laughed, shaking her head slowly and giving him a menacing smile. After cracking her knuckles, she threw her fist at his face, using the momentum to create a harder impact. Bucky could barely blink before her fist collided with his face. He grunted, stumbling a step back before whipping his head back to meet her fiery gaze.

"I'm taking that as a no," he grumbled, cracking his neck.

"Just shut up, Soldier," Elisaveta demanded as she approached him again.

Bucky just rolled his eyes and squared up, this time prepared for the punch Elisaveta aimed at his gut. He swung his metal arm down, blocking the blow before using his right arm to throw a punch to her face. It caught her off guard and he clipped her in the jaw before she could get away. She growled, pressing three fingers to her jaw before bringing her knee up only for him to block it with both hands. She took the opportunity of him being occupied to throw a punch to his throat. He let out a slight choking noise, stumbling backwards. Grabbing his throat loosely, Bucky brought his fiery gaze up to meet Elisaveta's. She was smirking, clenching her fists and tilting her head as if saying, "Seriously? That's all it takes?" Bucky grunted as he swiftly rose to his feet and charged. She threw her fist at his face again, but he ducked and wrapped his arms around her torso. They collapsed to the ground, Bucky hovering over Elisaveta as she stared up at him challengingly. Before she could open her mouth, Bucky threw a punch, his fist connecting with her nose. Blood dribbled down her lips, but she continued to smirk up at him, as she threw her arms over her face in an x formation. He threw punch after punch, landing quite a few before Bucky realized that Elisaveta had stopped fighting back. He stopped his attack and pulled back to look at her. Blood coated her cheeks, nose and lips, but that's not what caused his sudden backpedaling across the room. The look of fear in her eyes as she dazedly watched his retreat terrified him. He knew that look, he'd seen it so many times and ever since he remembered, it haunted his dreams. It was the same look she had given him when HYDAR had ordered him to spar her. This was a bad idea, this isn't how he wanted this to happen, but it was too late...

She was remembering.

~Late 1951~

~Serbia, Asia~

Elisaveta woke with a start, a sharp gasp leaving her lips as she shot up into a sitting position. Her eyes instantly began to roam over her surroundings, her heart hammering loudly in her chest. The room she was in was almost pitch black, but she could just make out the outlines of the few objects in the room. It was small; barely enough room for even someone her size to lay across the width. She looked down at the cot. She could feel the grim come in contact with her skin as she ran her trembling hands over the fabric that held her weight. Directly next to the head of the cot was a bucket that she assumed was her bathroom and she shivered. Elisaveta shifted her gaze to the ceiling. A small window shone some moonlight onto the cracked ceiling, but it was so far up that it didn't illuminate much more than a few feet below its sill. Elisaveta had never seen anything like this in her life, not that she saw much. She spent so much time in the basement sparring with her father that she hadn't even seen much of Sofia even though she lived there for twenty four years. And in those twenty four years, her father had taught her enough to know that panicking and thinking irrationally would get her killed. She had to create a plan, think it through and then set it into motion. She had no idea who was holding her, or why, or what they were capable of, so pissing them off wasn't something she was willing to do. So, until then she was going to sit there and wait.