The Spider

Mission: Avengers

(A/N: Because some people *squints at that one friend from discord* are now questioning my writing abilities, let me clear some things up:

1. Ray being taken and going through trauma is important to this plot and character development.

2. I don't really have a "plot".... I have a lot of ideas that I think could make a half decent story. *shrugs* Same thing.

3. I KNOW I'M A TROLL! That's kinda the entire point. I promise that they won't all be dead at the end of the book... or books *shrugs again*. I've though of making a series of fanfics that inter-lap. Guess we'll have to see.

Okay, now that that is cleared up, you can continue reading)

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Ray POV

I wake up a total of three times. Each time, I try to move and pass out from the pain. Now however, I know better than to try. Instead, I lie on my back and try to breathe.

I take in the details of the room I'm in. There are no windows. The walls are brick. It's cold. The floor is concrete. And these florescent light bulbs are killing my eyes.

While surveying the room, my eye catches something in the corner opposite of me. When it moves, I come to the conclusion that it's someone.

I can't get a good look, but thankfully, I don't have to. They come to me.

They don't say anything as they walk, but when they stand over me, I recognize the face.

Its James Buchanan Barnes. I've seen the face in history class while going over the World War Two unit. But he's dead.

This can't be him. I can't be seeing a dead man.

I go to ask him, but my words don't work. Instead, I make an inhuman sound. The vibration from my voice travels through my body a new wave of pain comes with it.

He seems to notice this and holds his hand up. As if telling me, "that's enough." He doesn't use his words, but I get what he means.

I peel my eyes away from him and stare at the ceiling. He shuffles around a little, but finally sits down next to me.

I notice what he's wearing. It's a grey T-shirt and sweatpants. I can't see what I'm wearing, but if I had to guess, I would assume that I'm wearing the same.

Once he is sitting next to me, he gestures to my abdominal area, "May I?.." He trails off.

His voice and sudden kindness takes me by surprise for a few seconds. But once the shock wore off I attempted to nod.

Big mistake.

A wave of pain shoots down my body, and my eyes roll back involuntarily. On, the verge of blacking out, I can feel him put a hand on my forehead. He curses under his breath and I fall out of consciousness.

...

I wake up feeling slightly better. Better than feeling like I'm dying anyways.

After an entire inward argument on whether or not I should try to move, I shift my head slowly to the right. It's painful, but I manage to do so without blacking out.

Bucky, as I remember Steve calling him in an interview once, is across the room in the opposite corner.

I guess he notices my movement. Because he makes his way back over to me.

"Don't try to move," he says hovering over me. "Or speak," he adds.

I'm about to nod, but remembering what he just instructed, I decide against it.