Bucky Barnes imagines

Siberia

A/N: Alright, bear with me. It's another angst imagine. But... I like to try to interlace some fluff somewhere, so there's that to look forward too. :) 

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Y/N's POV

One of the first things the former HYDRA agent asked once he kidnapped me was if I regretted affiliating myself with Bucky Barnes. Had I not known him, I would've avoided all this pain and suffering on myself. Or at least, that's what he told me.

I could not bring myself to say that I did. How could I? The man loved me unconditionally, throughout all of the ups and downs and in-betweens. Not everything had been perfect, but it was enough for me. And I prayed that it had been for him.

The agent's fingers dug into the skin of my arm as he yanked me down the hall and to a room. He opened the door and threw me inside. I let out a loud grunt as I hit the cold floor.

"I'll give you sometime to... cool off. I'll be back in a while and see if you'll cooperate and answer my questions."

"He won't come." A sharp chill ran down my spine as a gust of wind entered through the open window in the room. "Bucky knows better."

A small chuckle left the man's lips.

"We'll see, doll." I winced in disgust at the use of the nickname that I had only been used to Bucky calling me. "Well... enjoy your rest. I'm sorry if it's a bit chilly in here. The last person who stayed loved the cold weather."

With that, the door slammed shut and I was left alone in the darkness.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours. The weather only became worse.

My body began to tremble harshly as I curled myself up into a ball, protected only by my thin layer of clothing. I closed my eyes as I felt tears pool in them at the thought of my boyfriend.

God... I hoped he was okay.

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Bucky's POV

When I returned from a jog with Steve, we had found the tower in almost absolute chaos. Lamps were shattered on the ground, chairs displaced... everything. My heart dropped as I began to walk towards my room. "Bucky..."

I walked down the halls and began to call out her name. With each response of deafening silence, my panic grew worse. I opened the doors, only to find an empty space. I finally made it to our room, and walked inside.

An envelope sat in the middle of the bed and I walked over to pick it up. After opening it, I pulled out a letter and a Polaroid picture.

Glad to hear you're alive and well, Soldat.

If you want the same for your girlfriend here, pack your bags and come to Siberia. You know where to go from there. ;)

In case that wasn't motivation enough, take a look at the picture I took before we left. I promise you she won't last long locked up in a room without any blankets.

-Your Favorite HYDRA Agent

My hands began to tremble as I put the letter down and pulled out the Polaroid. It showed Y/N laying on the ground, nearly unconscious. A bruise was forming around her left eye and a thin stream of blood trialed from her nose. One of the bastard's hands was around her throat, cutting off her air supply.

"Did you find anything?" Steve's voice grew louder as he walked into the room. I turned around and shoved the letter and photos into his chest before stalking out of the room. "Wait... where are you going?"