Ready to Comply: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Sixteen - It's Time You Knew

WARNING: Adult Content - Discussions of abuse and inconsensual sex is present in this chapter. Do not read if any of this could be triggering.

"Bucky?" I ask softly. His head jolts up. His hands pull slightly against his restraints, but then relax as he recognizes me.

"Soph, what... what are you doing here?"

"It's a long story."

His eyes grow dark. "Sophie, I told you not to come back. I told you to keep walking. Do you realize how dangerous it is for you to be here?"

"I do, Bucky. I always understood how dangerous it was to be around you. But I stayed because I loved you and I though you loved me. And I'll still stay, unless you really want me to leave..."

"I do." he says, looking away.

My heart feels like it's just been stabbed. I consider leaving, running to the door and begging them to take me back home. The home I do not have. But instead, I step closer to the glass.

"James... are you saying you don't love me? Just tell me, because that question has been running through my head for days now."

He is silent for a few seconds, and I feel like my heart is crumbing. Then he looks back at me, his steel blue eyes looking longingly into my own through the glass.

"Sophie, I do love you. I love you enough to know that I am not good for you. Everyone around me gets hurt, or worse. I've... I've killed people, Soph. So many people..." His eyes cloud in grief, and I wish I could break through the glass and take off his restraints so I could hold him close. But I only place my hand on the glass.

"I know." I say. He narrows his eyes in confusion. "Steve old me everything."

He nods, looking down again. He doesn't seem upset that his friend spilled all his secrets to me. Perhaps he had wanted to tell me all along.

"Listen," I say, causing his eyes to shift back up to mine. "Since I know everything about you now... the good and the bad... I think it's time you knew about me."

He doesn't say anything, only nods slightly so I know to continue. His eyes show a longing to be closer, and the feeling is mutual. I take a deep breath and lean against the glass, shifting down so that I am sitting on the concrete floor. This is not going to be easy. Steve had convinced the operators to cut the sound from this room so no one can hear our conversation, so I know this will stay between us. But the cameras are still on, and I wonder if I can keep it together so they won't see me break down in front of him.

"It started when I was four. My parents were killed in a car accident. They drove off a bridge and no one could save them... luckily I was at home with the babysitter when it happened. I ended up being moved from foster home to foster home.

"All these families... they wanted to love me like I was their own child, but I guess I didn't make it easy. One thing I was mindful enough to do was get a decent education. I knew deep down I wanted a successful life once I got out of the foster system, and I knew that meant doing well in school. But that was all I was really good at... getting good scores on tests. I wasn't the best daughter, or the easiest child to raise. I sometimes let my emotions get the best of me, and I was very distant, afraid to let anyone into my life. I thought maybe I could just ride out the foster system. Once I was eighteen, I would be fine... but then this one family took me in.

"I was twelve at the time. They seemed nice. In fact, it was just a husband and wife and a three-year-old boy. I got along with them well, and they decided to become my permanent home. They adopted me. I thought this was a good thing at first. I mean, the mother was really kind and caring, they were sending me to a private school, and the little boy really liked me."