Sebastian Stan (+ characters) Oneshots

Bucky Barnes - Kidnapped

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Not requested, I just felt like writing a sassy gifted reader. In this, the reader has electrokinesis, which is the ability to create, shape, and manipulate electricity. These powers are dulled and even neutralized by substances that are poor conductors of electricity. This chapter contains some Spanish, but I am NOT A NATIVE SPEAKER. I've been learning Spanish in class for a few years but that's it, so it's probably pretty awful.

//TW: references to torture, blood (no descriptive torture, but it did occur before this oneshot takes place and the context heavily alludes to it)//

You head hung low, your hair falling into place to cover your battered and bruised face. Blood dripped steadily from your nose and hit the concrete floor beneath you with an almost inaudible drip. Your shoulder rose and fell heavily as you struggled to keep your breathing even. Your hands were tied to the back of the wooden chair you were sitting in, and your legs were also tied securely to the legs of the chair. Another rope was also wrapped repeatedly around your torso and the back of the chair, ensuring that you had no chance to escape.

You had been like this for what you were estimating was around two days based on the food you had been given so far. They didn't feed you much, but they were sure to make you eat just enough to keep you semi-nourished until they no longer needed you. Or until they broke you, you weren't quite sure at this point. All you knew was that you would sooner die than bend to the will of these buffoons.

Your muscles ached constantly and your head was unceasingly spinning from blood loss. Your captors hadn't made any efforts to patch up the wounds they inflicted, and you truly didn't expect them to. They knew you were tough, and they knew that it would take more than this to kill you. Whatever had given your your powers had also kept you from dying too easily, so it would take more than this to kill you.

You hurled a glob of spit and blood at the floor in a feeble attempt to rid your mouth of the metallic taste. Sure, you often tasted metal when your powers were surfacing, but that wasn't what this was. There was no buzzing in your veins. There was no prickling feeling on your skin. There was no surge of power in your body. Your powers were gone for the time being, and the metallic tang coating your tongue was nothing more than a piece of false hope.

You flexed your fingers behind your back as the metal door swung open. You lifted your gaze to glare at the familiar man waltzing into the room. Oh, what you would give you just place a finger on that door and wipe the smile from his smug face...

"¡Mírame!" He shouted suddenly, causing you to jump as he jolted you out of your previous thoughts. "Look at me!"

"¿Qué quieres de mí, idiota?" You spat back. "What do you want from me, idiot?"

The man narrowed his eyes and slipped a blade out of his belt. "¡Cállate!" He shouted. "Shut up!"

You shut your mouth begrudgingly, but you never softened your pointed glare. He moved forward and dragged the chair in the corner over to face you before sitting down on it. He revealed the plate in his hands, uncovering a small piece of chicken, some beans, and half a slice of bread. There was also a small cup of water balanced precariously in the middle.

You ate slowly, making sure to stare dangerously at him each time you took a bite off of the plastic fork he was holding. A few minutes later the plate was clear of any food, and the cup was drained of every last drop of water inside it. You had tried to use this water as a weapon the first day you were here, but you soon realized that this water was just that- water. Pure water doesn't conduct electricity, so you would need water with plenty of minerals and other substances in it to truly use it to your advantage.