Marvel Imagines/One shots/ Preferences

Hideout | Bucky Barnes (2)

"Steady now." A voice interrupted the piercing of (Y/N)'s ears. She recognized it, but the room was too dark to see a thing.
"Dane?" She spoke softly.
"Yes it's me. Now, I'm going to need you to sit down. Can you do that for me?"

The chair felt cold and unfamiliar on (Y/N)'s skin, as her body collapsed onto it. Though her headache didn't let her think much, she began to wonder what happened. The female hardly remembered a thing. It couldn't be the alcohol, right? She had been focusing on finding new clients for her artwork, and had hardly drunk a thing. Her mind slowly started to connect memories of last night.

At that moment, fluorescent lamps turned on one by one. The room flooded with light.
(Y/N) couldn't even squint her eyes before metal cuffs came out of the chair to chain her down. They were cutting her wrists, making the same humming noise as the lightning. A great deal of electricity running through it.

Keep your eyes open darling, you'll want to remember this." Dane chuckled as he grabbed her chin and placed a strong kiss on her mouth.
"What are you doing?" She questioned.
"I wish I could tell you." He was already walking away, waving for his coworkers to wrap it up. "Make it fast, guys. We've got to send her back as soon as possible."

"Back?" (Y/N) screamed, cutting her wrists while forcefully trying to escape the cuffs. "Let me out Dane! I hate you!" Tears started to form in her eyes.
The guy stopped in the door opening, looking back at girl now.
"How cute. She hates me. You know, I'd hate you to (Y/N). I would if there was still something left of you."
Just then, she screamed out as a sharp pain shot up her spine. A device was placed on her head by one of the workers. "We're ready sir."