Hello Sergeant (Bucky Barnes)

Captive

Sarah's POV

I felt like it was too much effort just to open my eyes. My whole body ached and it took me a little bit to remember why: I'd been Hydra's captive for three or four days now - maybe longer.

They must have misjudged me again if I'd lost consciousness. That was the only time I was freed from the magnetic bonds. Realizing I couldn't feel my restraints and my arms were freed, I opened my eyes. It took a moment longer to actually focus on the man in front of me. The Soldier stared at me with cold, expressionless cerulean eyes from a couple feet away, stance rigid, arms crossed - and completely naked.

"James? Where are we?" I asked, slowly holding out a hand to him but letting it fall when he didn't move any closer. "What's wrong?"

"It took you very long to wake up."

The rough blanket was itchy against my skin and it clicked that I was completely naked. "Why are we here and where are my clothes?" I slowly moved to sit up, holding the blanket to me. The pain made me wince. I wasn't where they'd kept me since my arrival - this looked like an improvement. 

I looked over my arms and torso, seeing the mottled bruises in varying states of healing. If I hadn't been wearing my catsuit it'd have been worse; my suit absorbed a large portion of the force behind the blows. I brought one hand up to my head, feeling my wet hair.

"Why am I all wet?" I asked, confused.

"You ask many questions for a prisoner," the Soldier said, a tinge of amusement creeping in his flat tone. "I cleaned you off; you were very dirty."

"Oh. Thank you, James," I said with a smile, wincing as my split lip pulled painfully, only partially healed. "May I use the bathroom?"

He pointed to an opening in the wall and I carefully stood up, leaving the blanket behind and trying not to aggravate my broken ribs any more than I had to as I stumbled through it, struggling to get my limbs to cooperate. I looked in the cracked mirror and saw I was still pretty dirty, my hair tangled and matted. I'm sure I looked better than before, but I still felt filthy.

I noticed the shower right there, so I walked in, adjusting the water to as hot as I could stand it and scrubbing myself well, watching the reddish water draining. I found shampoo and cleaned my hair, using my fingers to detangle it as best I could, trying not to press on the sensitive spots on my scalp.

When I finally felt clean, I turned the water off and wrung the excess water from my hair as I walked out of the shower. James was fully dressed again and just standing there, watching me closely. I smiled when I saw his pupils were blown, the blue a thin ring around the edge.

I studied him as I approached; the heartbeat in the hollow of his neck was faster than his usual resting rate and his breathing was fast and shallow - all of his usual indications of his arousal, even as the Soldier.

"What are you thinking?" I asked as he handed me a towel, his eyes roving over me slowly before dropping to my breasts in a very James-like way - he was a T & A man through and through.

"You are very beautiful – even in the condition you are currently in."

He reached out and touched my split lip with the gentleness of James. His voice was thick with desire, but his cadence was still that of the Soldier, letting me know who I was working really working with - just in case I'd forgotten. James was still in there...I just had to figure out how to bring him back before it was too late.

"Thanks, babe. You're not so bad looking yourself, you know?" I teased him, making him grunt dismissively. 

I dried off well, wrapping my hair in the towel to leech as much moisture from it as possible. I sauntered over to him, going up on my toes to kiss him, mindful of my split lip. He responded immediately, pressing me closer to him until I could feel his hard cock between us. I ran my hands over him, working them under his shirt and pulling it off. He still wore his dog tags, thankfully. The Soldier hadn't gotten rid of them yet – or since he'd worn them for so long, the Soldier didn't care about them anymore, forgetting they held information I could use to get rid of him.