Something To Believe In || Bucky Barnes x Reader

CHAPTER 11 |

I'm back! I'm sorry if this chapter sorta sucks

Electricity raced through your veins, making every muscle tighten. You screamed louder than you ever have before. Everything came to an abrupt halt, but tears still poured from your eyes. You fell to the floor as Abram released your restrains. You looked up "Whe-where am I?" You ask. Fragments of memory floated around your brain like misplaced puzzle pieces. Recollections of the past few days moved like shards of glass, twirling and spinning through your mind before lodging into your hippocampus. Scenes of Abram and your conversation with Bucky dialed back and replayed like an old VHS.

"What did you do to me?" You questioned out loud.  You answered your own question when you recalled what they used to do to Bucky: reset his mind. Two brawny men escorted you back to your cell and threw you in, where you drifted off to sleep rather quickly.

Nightmares had started to haunt your sleep, one in particular made you wake up crying every night. It went as follows:

You opened your eyes and stared into a bright light, sounds of surgeons and the clanking of tools surrounded you. You would look to your left and see a metal arm, just like Bucky's, being attached to your shoulder. They bothered not with any type of anesthesia...you felt every bit of pain. Every night you would wake up in tears, reminiscent of what Bucky did, but you had no one there to comfort you.

The days went on, each one bringing the electric chair and the nightmares. Today, Abram walked into your cell himself. By now, you didn't bother with the snarky comments, you barely even talked anymore. "Winter Soldier" you winced at the name "I have an assignment for you. And with all your prior fighting experience I doubt you need to train." You were quiet "Great!" He smiled and pulled you up to your feet, handing you the uniform.

You examined it in your hands. It was sleek and effeminate, sort of like Natasha's. You cried, or at least you tried to, while being forced to put it on. Abram took you for on more round of memory wiping. This time, he read off a sequence of words

"Longing, rusted, furnace, daybreak, seventeen, benign, nine, homecoming, one, freight car"

It almost...activated you.

"Ready to comply" you spoke in an emotionless Russian dialect.

He then debriefed you on the target, an old wealthy CEO who knows too much, and told you to carry out the deed. "Show no mercy, Winter Soldier." He told you "Oh, and he should have a flash drive in his pocket, collect that." You nodded and were soon on your way.

You got to the home of the man, seeing him through his large glass windows, smoking a cigar and fixing himself a drink. Of course, he had armed security, so you devised a plan to take them out first. Half of you knew you could run away right now, right back to SHEILD...to Bucky, but the other half stopped you and urged you to compensate the mission.

After formulating a good plan, you hid your gun, swiped on some lipstick and rang the sore bell to the mansion. One of his guards answered it. "Sir, there's a woman at the door, should I let her inside?" He called out. "I'm here for Mr. Todd, if you know what I mean." You told him, raising an eyebrow suggestively. The big stocky man walked towards the door himself. "Let the beautiful lady in!" He shouted before waddling back to his couch.

You thanked the guard for letting you enter and headed towards Mr. Todd. Wasting no time, you leaned seductively over him. He huffed "Did one of the boys at the office send you?" He asked. You smiled "Oh, someone definitely sent me." You snaked behind him, running your hands down his chest and back up again.

He was obviously enjoying it, and was entranced until you pulled away. You took this chance to grab your silenced gun from behind your back. "Where'd you go, you sneaky little thing?" He asked playfully. Turning around to see a loaded gun pointed towards his head.

You fired one single shot, killing him instantly. He fell to the ground, and you pulled the flash drive out of his pocket before tucking it in yours and exiting through the rear door.

You felt no remorse for killing the man, even though he probably didn't even deserve to die. You actually quite enjoyed it, and that's what was scaring you.