Play Pretend - Bucky Barnes

Part 7

Noises drifted in and out of your ears. Mumbled voices. Clinking sounds. Everything felt blurry. Where were you?

Your head was throbbing and your wrists and feet were tightly bound. Trying to trick your capturers, you let your eyes stay closed. Trying to figure out what they were saying was more difficult.

(Hurry... Painful... More....)

Their footsteps ascended up the stairs minutes later, and you carefully cranked one eye open. The dull light felt blinding, and you immediately squeezed your eyelids together trying to ignore the pain behind your eyes. What in the hell had happened?

You opened your eyes once again, letting them adjust to the light. Memories rushed back as you observed your surroundings.

The Williams had forgotten to close a window so you easily slipped inside. From your earlier visit, you already knew where to start. The door was, of course, locked but that was no problem for you. In seconds you had the door open into ... an office?.

Huh. There must be something in here that could lead to the cure.

It took some time but you finally figured it out. By removing a certain book, the entire bookcase shifted revealing a secret door. Classic. You hurried downstairs finding a basement full of vials of a clear substance.

That must be the weapon, you thought. I need to find the cure.

That was the last thing you remembered before everything went black.

Shit. You needed to get out of the ropes fast, before they came back.

In her hasty search for weapons, Amy had missed the various small knives hidden on your body. By wriggling your arm, the small knife hidden on your forearm slid into your hand and you were able to cut into the rope.

Unluckily, a pair of footsteps descended the stairs before you could finish. You quickly dropped your head, hiding the rope in your hands, and pretended to still be unconscious.

"Wake up!" A harsh slap landed on your cheek throwing your head to the side. "Can't sleep all day, princess."

Amy stood slightly hunched over you sporting a sickening smirk.

"Imagine my surprise, " she straightened up once she saw you open your eyes, "when I found my sweet friend snooping around in our house."

"You see, I thought, you were more clever than this. I mean, stealing my phone wasn't your smartest move but breaking and entering?" she laughed, "How stupid can you be?"

"Despite your cute attempt to ruin our mission," she smiled once again cracking her knuckles, "you are the one tied up in our basement and I'm are standing here free. And believe me, I don't wanna stay in this town for a second longer than I have to."

"But enough of the small talk," she crouched in front of you, her face turning serious, "Who do you work for?"

You stared back at her, making no attempt to answer.

She repeated her question, getting more and more agitated.

"Alright, if that's how you wanna do it." She stood back up and delivered a powerful blow to your cheek. She hunched forward, "How about now?"

You pretended to consider it for a moment before spitting the blood that had pooled in your mouth onto her face. You had been trained for moments like these and a simple punch wasn't gonna get you to crack. Even if you hadn't had training, you wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"You'll pay for that, bitch," she cursed brushing it off.

Ah, it might have angered her more, but it was totally worth it.