You Mean Everything To Me (Avengers/OUAT Fanfic)

40. The Winter Soldier

[Willow]

I looked Tove in the eye. How I wanted to run to her and hug her. I hadn't seen her in forever. I needed my best friend. But I couldn't. It would risk us all.

"We're keeping her with Barnes. We don't know who she is or what she's capable of. She handled herself pretty well in Bucharest." The dude who dragged me in said. All formal suit and gelled hair.

"Pretty well? I kicked ass." I spat.

"Shut your mouth. Anything you say can, and will be held against you." He replied curtly.

"So if I say Ryan Reynolds, will you hold him against me?" I smiled.

The man glared at me before gesturing to the men holding me back. They started walking, dragging me with them. As I passed Tove, I looked her in the eye before looking down again. I missed her.

They took me through multiple corridors and rooms, all identical, until we reached a door. They opened it up and took me in. Inside, the room was completely bare, spare 2 glass boxes, or should I say prisons and a table with a chair. Inside one box was Bucky, looking down into his lap. The other was empty.

As you could guess, they strapped me into the other box, clamping down my hands, feet and chest. I struggled as they pushed and shoved me, but I had no choice but to oblige. The closed the door to my box and left the room. It was just me, Bucky and a security camera.

"You don't tell them anything, okay Willa?" Bucky seethed, clenching his fists.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. "Sir yes sir." I replied, trying to lighten the subject. I saw Bucky shake his head and added "I won't James. I promise."

His fits loosened slightly, looking up at me with desperate eyes.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, someone walked in. He was strange. Brown hair, glasses, Harvard professor suit. When he spoke, he had a strange accent. Russian, French maybe?

"Hello Mr Barnes, Miss. I have been sent by the United Nations to evaluate you. Do you mind if I sit?" He asked. We gave no reply, so he sat.

Putting down his briefcase and pulling out some papers, he spoke again. "I'll start with you Mr Barnes. Your first name is James?" He asked. No answer. "I'm not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are James?"

I squirmed in my seat. Only I called him James. No reply.

"I can't help you in you don't talk to me James." The man continued.

Bucky looked up. "My name is Bucky." He said.

The man smiled and wrote something down. He carried on questioning him, but I zoned out, thinking about escape plans. The weird thing was, I was 100% sure, with a bit of effort, Bucky could break these shackles with his arm. So why wasn't he?

"So tell me Bucky. You've seen a great deal haven't you." The man went on.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Bucky said, restraint clear in his voice.

The man looked at him for a moment, before carrying on. "You feel that, uh, if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop?" He asked. "Don't worry." He said, typing something on his iPad. "We only have to talk about one."

I was starting to get suspicious. The man looked... angry? Like he was out to hurt Bucky.

Suddenly, all the lights in the room went off. We were in darkness. The security camera went off.

"What the hell is this?" I demanded.

The man ignored me, turning to Bucky again. "Why don't we discuss your home. Not Romania, certainly not Brooklyn, no." The man carried on, taking something out of his briefcase. "I mean, your real home." The man finished, taking off his glasses and showing off a book.

I knew that book.

I'd never seen it in person. Only heard about it.

In Bucky's nightmares.

It was the book.

"No." I muttered, realising who this man was. "NO, STOP!" I yelled, struggling against the bonds.

The man ignored me. "желание." Longing.

"No." I heard Bucky mutter.

"NO!" I carried on screaming, "JAMES, DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!"

"Ржавый" Rusted.

"Stop." Bucky pleaded.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" I cried out, struggling against this bloody prison.

"Семнадцать." Seventeen.

I could see Bucky clenching his fist. He was losing control.

"JAMES CONCENTRATE!" I cried, tears streaming down my face. "YOU CAN DO THIS."

"Stop." Bucky said through clenched teeth.

"Рассвет" Daybreak

Bucky screamed, a sound of pain and torture like I'd never heard before. Nothing the Mafia ever did to me could prepare me for the pain I felt when I heard that scream. I continued to scream at them through my tears, trying to calm Bucky, but it was no good. He was gone. All I could do was watch as this random stranger hurt someone I cared about.

I screamed out a strangled cry as Bucky ripped through the shackles with his arm, then ripping off the other arm.

"Печь" Furnace

Bucky stood up and started pounding on the wall.

"Девять" Nine

Punch.

"Добросердечный" Benign

More punches.

"Возвращение на Родину" Homecoming.

Punch after punch, each accompanied by my sobs.

"Один" One

The glass was beginning to crack.

"Товарный вагон" Freight Train

With one last punch, the door or the cage swung clean off. Everything was silent. The man paced around the panting Bucky, finally meeting his face.

"Cолдат?" Soldier? He asked.

"Я готов ответить." Ready to comply.

This wasn't Bucky. This wasn't James.

This was the Winter Soldier.

*Hey! I updated on time! Go me! This chapter was so hard to write because i was watching the movie at the same time and Sebastian Stan's acting rips me apart. Also, sorry about the font changes, but Wattpad doesn't like Russian.

Love y'all.

Sophie*