Stranded- A Romanogers Fanfiction

Persuasion

Bucky woke up to the foul stench of something rotten. The room he woke up in was mostly dark, with rays of sunlight peeking from the gaps of the dusty wooden ceiling above. The dank air tightened around his lungs and the darkness of the rest of the room beyond him made claustrophobia crawl into his skin.

His limbs were bound to a cold, hard, metal board that stood vertically against the wall. Even his forehead was strapped onto it. They gagged his mouth with a clump of cloth and plastered a piece of tape over his lips, restricting his speech to mere grunts and groans.

Where am I? He thought to himself as he struggled to free himself from the binds. He grunted and fought, slamming and pulling against the constraints. It didn't work. Whoever captured him must've been aware of his strength.

He glanced up, observing an abundance of messily woven spiderwebs hanging all over the ceiling. He almost hated how quiet his surrounding felt. He stayed there, glancing around in silence and trying to shake himself off his constraints for what felt like hours until he finally gave in and just stood there, idle and silent.

Then a cloud of dust cascaded down from the ceiling, followed by more and more clouds.

His ears picked up the sounds of heavy footsteps, and the wooden ceiling creaked and creaked, like an out of tune symphony.

Someone's upstairs.

"Good day, old friend. Come! We've been expecting you." A man said with a hoarse voice, he had a thick Afrikaans accent.

Who's that?

A set of other footsteps paced about above him. These ones were definitely heavier-- in fact so heavy that Bucky swore the wooden ceiling bent a little underneath this man's feet. "Your sudden politeness is deplorable." The other man said. His voice was low and rough, but gentle and composed and somewhat formal. He was American. "Tell me, Mr. Klaue, is the courtesy out of true respect or is it fear?"

Klaue. Bucky's eyes widened. He clenched his fists.

Klaue replied with a lewd laugh. "Doubt it'll make much difference in your eyes, Fisk."

Bucky's gasped. Fisk. Bucky has heard about Wilson Fisk's interest in recruiting him. Word spreads like wildfire-- there's a huge bounty for the Winter Soldier's head, and it wouldn't be much of a surprise if it turns out that Klaue is selling him to Fisk.

Fuck. Bucky fought against his restraints again. His wrists and ankles hurt, and still he's made no progress.

The wood above him creaked heavily. "The asset, he's down there?"

"Tied down and secure." Klaue claimed proudly.

"I must admit, you impressed me, Klaue."

Ulysess Klaue crackled onto laughter. "I see. You underestimate me."

"Don't take it personal." The wood creaked, and creaked, and creaked again. Downstairs, Bucky sniffed disgruntedly as more and more dust filled his lungs. "Now take me to him." Fisk demanded, stern and intimidating.

"Not so fast."

Then... it went silent. It was silent for a moment too long that Bucky found himself creasing his forehead with confusion.