Kept to Myself (Bucky x Reader)

Chapter Five: Want to Talk

Your POV

I can't remember how I got here. When did I leave my room? They must've drugged me to keep me from making a fuss. I want to cry out for someone, anyone to help me. I can't though. You aren't allowed to speak. You don't have a voice.

The large hands drag me into the large, dusty room. Taking my bonds off, they throw me down to the floor. Weakly, I push myself up to see who it was today.

What?! They can't be serious!

"S-sir... she's not ready yet..." I utter out heartbroken.

Grabbing my arm in a painful motion, the fierce man growls, "That's why you're going to make her ready."

I gulp, nodding quickly. I turn back to her small figure.

She's trembling...

What's odd is that she doesn't have a face. I can't remember what her face looked like. None of them had faces. Because we aren't people. We're weapons. And weapons must obey their wielders.

I slowly march over to the little girl, earning a cry from her.

"Please don't... Y/n... Don't come near me!" She screams. Running away to a corner, she turns her back to me. I stop in my tracks and feel my throat tighten. No, you can't cry. You can't show any sign of weakness. Not in front of them...

"Number 362... do it now. Or you will both be punished." The man from before snaps.

"Yes sir." I return in a monotone voice. Lifting my hand towards the young girl once again.

"No... stop it! Stop it! Stop! Stop it now!" The girl keeps screeching over and over again.

I gasp and fling myself up. My breathing is heavy and erratic, so it takes me a second to realize where I really was.

You're in the Avengers Headquarters. Just calm down....

Sighing in relief, I wipe the sweat off my forehead. But wait, where am I really? This isn't the hospital room like before. How did I get here?

I remember sitting down in the corner after I met everyone. I suppose I fell asleep. They must have brought me to this room.

This place is a lot nicer than the hospital room. It feels more cozy and warm. Fully calmed down, I sit with my feet dangling off the bed to look around the room more. I notice some paintings on the wall. I've heard of paintings, but I've never actually seen one in person. They're very beautiful. I get up and walk over to it, gently brushing my hand over the surface. I can feel the bumps and ridges of the paint where each brush stroke took place.

Smiling, I whisper to myself, "Painting..." I want to remember the one in front of me when I think of a painting. I want to remember its beauty and its calming nature.

Now what should I do? Maybe I can walk around a bit to map out the hallways in my mind.

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Bucky's POV

Sigh

I can't seem to get any sleep again tonight. The nightmares are too much, so I'm scared to even try to sleep on nights like this. I rub my face and swiftly get up from my bed. I'm kind of hungry, so I guess I'll go get a snack from the kitchen to pass the time.

I slip out of my room, gently shutting the door to make sure I don't wake anyone up. I glance over towards the hallway leading to Y/n's room. I hope she's getting a good night's sleep. She was so tired earlier.