"Tell me what information you gathered" The man said looking right at the Winters soldiers eyes.
The Eyes of the Devil staring into his soul. Searching and sucking all the good out of him.
The Winter soldier was strapped to the terrifying medical table. His Hands are blue from struggling to get out and he wouldnt take the orders and he will not back down. He wouldnt let them hurt Steve. It had felt like years that he hadnt seen the face that made everything okay, the face that didnt send needles in his veins and replace his body with blood. He dreams of the man with the soft blonde hair and blue eyes. The well-fed face with those same blue eyes his dreamt of for years.
"Please dont hurt him, please...just kill me...dont harm him...Steve doesnt deverse this" he pleaded
His mind now was constanly yelling Get me out of here,Pull me out of here.
"I'm not going to kill anyone, i just want to know what information you gathered, dont think your release was freedom, you task was to kill Steven Rogers...So Tell me WHAT INFORMATION HAVE YOU GATHERED." The voice had risen to a yell
Bucky lay on the bench with no idea of whereabouts he was.The mans face as he yelled at him came closer so close they could exchanged breath. The man who he vaguly knew was yelling and shouting at other men in russian.
" Жаль, что я мог убить его, но я было приказано не "
( I wish i could kill him, but i have been ordered not to in Russian)
He knew what the man had said and his whole body was trembling now wondering what they were going to do to him. He prayed and wished he could see best friend healthy and strong. The White teeth smile. The Fluffy blonde hair.He looks away and pictures his friend saving him, helping him be free of this pain and torture. His mind molds a picture of Steve beside him. His Blue eyes gimmering under the light. Bucky was wrong, steve wasnt with him anymore.His mind molded a fake Steve. His mind is Fucked.
"ANSWER ME!!!"
The man slaps The winter soldier hard across his face, pain spreads through his face. Tears rushing across his face and falling behind his ears and hair.
He wants to be back home.He wants to be okay. He wants his best friends arms wrapped around him, the avengers telling jokes and laughing. He wanted Patches the playful dog that was property of Steve and Bucky. He just wanted everything to happy again.
In the distance he starred at a screen, he tried to absorb every piece of information and detail in this room. It Hurt his head trying to recall all the past happy moments he had with his friend. His mind clotting from information as he tried to block and push out memories and details. Everytime he was happy their would always be something or someone chasing after him to put him down and make him sad and miserable again. He wished they could leave him alone. He just wanted to be alone.Left alone with Steve.
He was a robot for the Russians...Hydra...or whoever he was made for. And there was nothing anyone,Steve,Avengers or himself could do about it.
{Rewind 1 Days ago}
"Morning Stevie." Steve was fast asleep beside him. Patches had a bed on the floor of their room and they all sleep peacefully together.
Steve goaned and turned the over way.
"Dont avoid me dollface" Bucky teased
"Go away im trying to sleep." Steve whined
"i dont care steve its a sunday which means their is nothing on and we can go do some fun things what do you think?"
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Come Back to Me
Fanfiction"I Can't Live Anymore Sam" Steve Said with his face swelling with tears. He sniffs and uses his arm to wipe his tears. He struggles to Keep his normal voice as his mind is full of him. Steve finds Bucky one day in park and things start to change St...
