Recovery || Bucky Barnes

07 | Benign

Добросердечный

"it takes one person to forgive, it takes two people to be reunited." – Lewis B. Smedes

★★★

"They're ready for you."

His words had an American accent and she knew him to be one of the higher-ranking officials of HYDRA. There were shadows dark lines and wrinkles on his face, the strands of grey amongst the dull blond told his age. His voice was gruff beside her ear and she could tell by the way his eyes dragged sharply over her that he only saw her as a weapon. And something to be used. The way that he stood over her as she sat on the bed, neither instructing her to go to them or to remain here, told her that he wasn't here for official purposes.

"But there's something I need."

His breath smelled of ash and blood as he pulled at a piece of her dark hair. She stayed still, controlling her breathing when it got hitched in her throat. He was taunting her to test how well she complied and how well she could understand the undertones of his words. He watched intently into her dark eyes as he trailed his fingers roughly across the front of her tactical suit.

She had learned quickly that resistance was only met with punishment. Showing her pain would worsen things. Even if she was a valued asset amongst HYDRA officials. The senior officers usually looked the other way when things like this occurred and some were the people who did it. She kept her eyes on straight ahead of her. Her hands resting on her knees as she sat still. The walls of the cell beginning to close in her, as they did in these situations. It was getting harder to resist killing him, now more than ever. She had done it before but even the thought made her hear the electric crackle of that machine. The temptation to feel the life leave his body was desirable. But she couldn't risk it. Not now.

Footsteps were approaching. The weight of one heavier than the other. Her eyes flickered to the door before returning to where they had been. An unnoticeable breath of relief managed to escape before she could stop herself. The man grinned at her, taking her reaction as one of discomfort as he tightened his grip. The man didn't move his hand when the other entered, he only turned to glared at the person who had interrupted his indulgence. His face etched into a cold smile. The presence of the other man had turned the air cold, and she felt ashamed that he had witnessed what happened.

"Soldier escort the asset." The man ordered. His voice showing no sign of guilt or remorse as he left her cell.

She waited a moment. Waiting for the touch of his hands on her body to leave. She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly away from the standing man as she furrowed her brows. It was beginning to dissipate but with much unwanted resistance. The flashbacks of other hands on her bare skin fighting their way to the surface.

But her Soldier's touch...

Her eyes locked on his, his face revealed not a single emotion. Though his eyes were as soft as they every could be. That cybernetic arm clenched by his side and his eyebrows slightly creased from anger. Or was it worry? She could never tell what was going on in that mind of his. And he preferred it that way – he made that clear from the beginning. He watched her attentively as she stood up slowly towards him. Looking up to him as she placed her hand gently on his shoulder, the other one under his chin, tugging his head toward hers until their noses touched. She pushed away the memory of the other blond man's contact when he placed that metal hand delicately on her lower back.

"I'll kill him." He murmured against her skin.

"We'll kill them all. In time." She whispered back before their lips touched.