𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 ━━ marvel imagines

━ TORTURE ( Bucky Barnes )

You quickly run to find an exit, but it's no use. You were trapped inside of this hell hole.

Finally, an exit. You quickly used up all your stamina to quickly dive right back in the daylight. But firm, strong arms wrapped around your body, pulling you away from the exit. Then a painful sensation ran into your stomach. Then it all went black.

~

Your eyes fluttered open. You were strapped down to chair, cold rusted chains wrapped around your body. You moaned. "Welcome, Y/N." A man said his voice in a Russian accent. "Who are you?" You groaned from the pain building up again in your stomach. "You don't remember me?" The man said. Then the voice sounded familiar to you. "Z-Zemo?" You stammered. "I-I thought...you were dead." You said, cold sweats forming on your head. "No, I escaped from T'Challa. And now, I want to see your pain when I let you meet my old friend." Zemo said, laughing at the end of his sentence.

Then the Winter Soldier emerged out of the darkness. And a Russian language boomed in the speaker. Your eyes widened in fear. The Winter Soldier punched you across the face, causing your hearing to ring. Then more Russian words boomed in the speakers, bouncing on the empty room. He started punching you on the face, all over and over again. Your lips started to bleed, your face now with purple bruise, your face with cuts, and you were tired.

Then another Russian word escaped the speaker. Then the Winter Soldier stopped. "I see you met James, or Bucky Barnes. I see you two both had fun." Zemo chuckled. "Clearly it's called torture than playing some childish game called truth or dare. I meant dare only, since nobody in the world can tell the truth." You retorted. Then Bucky punched you again. "Fuck." You mumbled. "Here, let's play truth. If you don't tell the truth, you will get a hit from him, and if you say the truth, you're fine. But if you couldn't answer the question, another hit. Game?" Zemo's voice was deep and menacing, causing you to shiver. You gulped down the fear. "I'd rather die in here, rather telling you the things I know." You said, staring up wherever Zemo is. Zemo chuckled. "Tough one are ya? Even if you can't answer the question, Bucky will just punch the answer out of you." Zemo smiled menacingly. "First question, does the Avengers knows where you are right now?" Zemo asked. "I don't fucking know." You mumbled. Then you were punched in the stomach. You yelped from the pain. "Lie." Zemo said.

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As Zemo asked you a hundred question, which you didn't answer and said nonsenses; your face was full of bruise, cuts, sweat, and blood. Including your body, your bones were almost broken into pieces. Your ribs were also half broken. You breathed unevenly now. Bucky's metal is in the air, ready to land on your face once more. Your face was bowed to the floor, gazing down on the bloody floor under you. "Please, stop." You mumbled, tears swelling from the pain in your messed up body and face. When Bucky's metal arm was about to hit you, he stopped inches. You gasped for air, but it was a bad idea, your lungs burned and stung with pain. You looked up, gazing at his light blue orbs in mercy. "Please, stop." You mouthed to him. You saw his lips parted, he was about to talk. But he wasn't allowed, since he is ordered not to talk to the victim. You pulled up your arms, trying to break free from the chains. But you were too weak, and your body was in pain.

"Soldier, I told you, when in mercy, kill her." Zemo said. Bucky took out a rifle in the dark, pointing it to your head. You heard the door shut somewhere, you were hopping that Zemo was out to take a break. "Please, Bucky, don't do this." You begged, looking at his eyes again. "I know he brainwashed you, you were in pain too." You started. "Shut up!" He yelled, causing you to flinch from his yell echoing throughout the cold, empty room. Your tears wouldn't stop from swelling.

You took the last of your strength. You kicked up his gun. Bucky's metal arm was in the air, you quickly stood up and face the back of the chair to him, causing him to punch the chair instead. You were freed. You slid between his legs, standing up; you quickly jumped on his back, grabbing his gun before he could. You landed on your feet, pointing the gun on him. You pulled the trigger, but his metal arm blocked him. You shoot in any part of his body, but he blocked it each time with his metal arm.

He took your shoulders and slammed them hard against the cold wall in a dark corner. "Bucky, Steve needs you to snap out of from Hydra." You said. "Steve needs you. I need you." You muttered. You knew about Bucky, since Steve told his stories about him, but you never saw him, till now.

"Fuck it." You mumbled.

You grabbed Bucky's back neck, pulling him close to your face. You abruptly pressed your lips against his, just to snap him out. You took a lock of his dark hair, and gripped on it, hard. He groaned. His hands went down to your waist, gripping on it tight. Your shoulders relaxed. You didn't mind the pain. You just wanted him to wake up. You pulled away. "Bucky, wake up." You muttered breathlessly from the kiss. "I'm already awake." Bucky muttered. He took his hand off of your waist and brought it up to your hand, and brought it to his cheek. His metal arm went to your face, causing you to flinch from the stinging pain and the cold colliding with each other. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, Y/N." He muttered. "It's okay. It's not your fault." You reassured him. He brought his lips to yours once more.

"Zhelaniye." Zemo started, his voice echoed throughout the room.

You shushed Bucky, your hands cupping his face to focus on you, even when it's dark. "Bucky, listen to me, you're not listening to him. Just listen to what I say okay?" You brought Bucky to your chest, whispering on his ear the good times what Steve and he had done in the war. As Zemo continued the words that would trigger Bucky, Bucky's metal arm gripped on your side tightly. "Shhh...Bucky, listen to me." You said. You stroke his dark hair.

Then when Zemo was about to say the last word, he stopped. You heard things being thrown over and a yell. "You two are in good hands now." You heard Steve's voice echoed around the room. You sighed in relief. You laid your head under Bucky's head. "Are you okay?" You asked. Bucky stood straight, his metal hand caressing your cheek. "I'm okay now." He said. He kissed you once more. As the lights turned on, you gazed on his eyes once more. Then your sight turned black. "Y/N?" Bucky lifted you off your feet. Steve came in the room, helping his now-okay friend to bring you to a hospital ASAP.

~

You heard beeping sounds on your left side. Your hands suddenly gripped on the white smooth sheets under you. You gasped for air, causing you to sit up abruptly. You examined your new environment. The walls were white, the bed, the curtains and the designed patterned floor. You saw Bucky and Steve sleeping on the edge of your bed in both sides, with their heads down. You sighed in relief. You looked at the mirror just beside you. You were all patched up, your cuts were cleaned with betadine, and your mild fracture already healed. You saw Bucky shifting a bit, lifting his head up. You saw his eyes opened. His lips suddenly curved to a smile. "How long was I out?" You asked him, rubbing the fatigue out of your eyes. "You've been out for two weeks sleeping beauty." Bucky's face lit up and suddenly fell down. "I'm sorry for taking such a hit on you." Bucky held your hand. "I told you Buck, it's alright. It's not your fault." You chuckled. "At least you're awake now." Bucky stood up. He placed his metal hand on your face, leaning down to kiss you. Suddenly, your collar bone and shoulder blade stung in pain. A groan escaped your mouth. "What's wrong?" Bucky asked, inches away from your face. "My um...collar bone and shoulder blade hurts." You said, pointing where the pain is occurring. Bucky chuckled. He leaned down and kissed your collar bone, making your knees weak and your body to tremble. He did the same to your shoulder blade. You whimpered a bit, feeling Bucky's lips under you turned to a smile. "Better?" He asked, smirking. "Yep, better." You said. "Back to the kiss, shall we?" You smiled. Bucky leaned in again, pressing his lips lovingly and passionately against yours.

"God, kids these days." Steve groaned, going back to sleep.