BUCKY BARNES X READER (REVERSED ROLES!) leonardo 😍😍😍 ______________
You awoke angry and confused. You gritted your teeth and tried to stand, only to see that you are under heavy metal constraints. Your wide eyes searched every part of the dark, damp, concrete room to find yourself all alone. You pulled and yanked at the metal, only succeeding to rock the chair you were tied to back and forth.
The door awakens with a loud creak and before you could see who it is, the person pulled a string to the left of the door, powering a bright stream of light on to your figure. You hissed and squinted with your eyes to the sudden change in lighting.
As your eyes adjust you see a red-head with big curls, wearing a tight, black, cat-suit and an intimidating expression. She holds the door open for a muscular man, with dark brown hair, long enough to reach his scruffy chin, and he nods to the woman in acknowledgment. As the two reach you, the man freezes and stares deep into your eyes, the metal door clicks closed as the woman walks over to the two of you, the clicks of her heels verifying. She looks at you with crossed arms, her eyes try to keep up walls but you can tell deep down that she has seen you before. You look back over to the man who wasn't trying so hard to hide his feelings, his eyes were full of concern and sadness as they lingered on your face.
You jolt in energy shaking the chair you were in again, which causes the two of them to jump slightly. Your eyes return back to the restraints binding you arms to the chair when,
"(y/n)?"
you look directly up to meet eyes with the man, these eyes looked so incredibly familiar and so did everything about him. You aren't even sure if the name he just called is your own, but it pushes a strange feeling of deja vû. his eyes look surprised, and slightly relieved that you responded to that name.
"Where am I? What do you want?!" you say as you pull on the restraints more, noticing now that you have restraints on your ankles as well.
"Do you remember anything? Do you recognize me?"
You looked up to his face again. You associated his face and his eyes to a warm feeling inside, yet you still felt like a stranger to him on the outside. His eyes were desperate, and you could tell he so very needed you to know something about who he was.
"We don't know how much influence HYDRA still has on her Buck, her mind may still be mush." The red head says from behind him.
Buck?
"Bucky?" you murmur. Not really knowing what the word means, but feeling it's significance in the back of your mind.
The brunette's head shoots up at you, after hearing what you mumbled.
"Bucky?" You say again, confused to what it means.
The brunette kneels in front of you, putting his two warm hands on your knees. His eyes looking up at you intently and watering at the brims with joyful hope.
"Yeah, yeah. That's me. Did you just remember that?" The brunette smiled up at you, and it filled you with warmth, as you struggled so desperately to remember your connection to him.
"Bucky, sooner or later we're going to have to test the words to make sure they don't have an effect on her anymore, and we don't know if she'll be able to keep the memories she's uncovering right now."
Bucky turns back to the red-head.
"What are you saying Natasha?"
"I'm just saying, the more she remembers, the more for her to forget when we test her against the words."
"So you want me to do it now."
The brunette stands and takes his hands off your knees, you feel a loss from his warmth and you have no idea why. You longed for it back for some reason.
"Buck, I know russian too you know, I can say them if it's too hard for y-"
"No it should be me. It's my fault that HYDRA stole her back 6 months ago, I should have protected her."
You watched as Bucky pulled out a red booklet, with a printed ink star on it. You breath caught in your throat when you realized what it was. Behind your eyes flashed all the times the book has been used against you and a sliver of humanity was regained.
"No! No! Please!" you pleaded to the man in front of you.
Bucky could feel his heart being crushed and pulled in all different directions as he debated on what to do. He knew what he needed to do, but he also never wanted to see you suffer, and he knows just how much pain that book alone has caused you.
You pulled with your metal arm against the restraints, knowing that the buckles can't dig into the metal of your arm like it does with flesh.
You groan in resistance, as the restraints hardly budged.
"Nat, lets just burn it. Why do we have to do this? She's herself right now and god knows how hard we'll have to hit her to get her back like this again."
You panted and you heart was pounding inside of you, what always happened in anticipation of a new mission. Not one for you, but for the winter solider.
The red-head bit her lip in consideration. She glances at you and to Bucky and to the book, and does it once more before her eyes finally settle on yours.
"Fuck this."
Natasha took the book from Bucky's hand and threw it on the ground between them. She draws her gun from her thigh holster and shoots the book into pieces, as the gunshots echo through the room.
"Sedate her and get her to your room, Buck."
You feel Bucky pressing his hand against your next and emptying a syringe into your blood stream. As you feel your eyes getting heavy you feel Bucky and Natasha unraveling your restraints. As Bucky wraps one arm around your knees and the other around your back, you feel yourself being lifted up, and before you drift of you hear Natasha,
"We're getting our (y/n) back."
__________ wow this was bad and has no plot im thriving
im also hungry
i love you all and i need a cough drop
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