His Soulmate | Bucky Barnes ✔

Chapter Thirty Seven

I was moved from the small cage to a tiny room. They lifted the lid and tipped it on its side so I would fall out of it, then locked the door behind me. Darkness settled around me - there was no window letting light in, nor was there any sign of light around the door frame.

I'd never really feared the dark, but like many rational people, I have a fear of what I could find in the dark. Or what could find me.

My left arm ached with a dull pain, as did my leg, though the doctors had cleaned the blood. My continuing headache pounded at the back of my mind, but after the hours I'd spent trapped in the tiny cage with bruises growing across my body the headache was the last thing on my mind.

I was homesick, and the fear of the unknown was doing nothing to settle my worries. My senses were amplified - every creak of a distant door or echoing footsteps reverberated around the room as if they'd been played through a speaker on the other side of the door.

Trapped with my thoughts, I had no way of knowing how much time had passed. The HYDRA top clung tight around my body and the waistband of the trousers were beginning to squeeze uncomfortably. I could smell the dried sweat from my impromptu fights with the figures who had thrown me in the cage, and since the HYDRA boss had released my hair from its ponytail, I could feel it lying greasy on the back of my neck.

A sudden bang echoed through the room and I scrabbled back, momentarily forgetting my left arm was still tied in the sling. I slipped down onto my shoulder, sending a sharp jolt of pain down my arm to the tips of my fingers. I'd barely acknowledged the pain when the door flew open and the HYDRA boss strode in.

His lips were quirked into an unsettling smirk, and his dark gaze echoed his black suit. The light pouring into the room behind him blinded me for a second, and he took my moment of vulnerability to scoop me into his arms and throw me over his shoulder. I yelped with the sudden movement, and his hand slowly squeezed my lower thigh, his nails digging in through the material of the uniformed trousers.

"You tried to kill me." His deep voice had an icy chill that made my weak attempts of escape become futile, and my body slumped in his hold. "Why?"

I was quiet for a moment, until I heard a rip and felt a breeze around my leg. He'd ripped both legs of my trousers from ankle to knee, but before I could question his actions, I felt something much colder trace the back of my calf. "Answer the questions Amelie, or my hand might slip."

It was a knife. I could feel if graze my leg and I attempted to push the fear away as he repeated his question. "You were going to kill innocent men. You deserved to die."

"But you missed, didn't you? Tell me, was that the first time you fired a gun?" I could feel my cheeks heat up as he continued strolling down abandoned corridors. "Your silence speaks volumes." The knife dug in around my right leg, scratching at the skin causing a trickle of blood to make its way to my foot, making the back of my sock stick to the shoe.

"Now now Amelie." I heard a door swing open and I made out a large dark room through my upside down view of the world. My body flipped upright as I was thrown down onto a chair, my breath leaving my body as my back slammed against it. "I didn't kill anybody. Don't lie."

His gentle movements from the medical room at the other building returned, as he clamped my ankles and wrists to bars on the arm and legs of the chair. My body was too tired to fight as he unravelled the sling from my left arm, and my head lolled back to the head of the seat as he moved around me.

"You look pretty like this." The knife was in his hands again, his long fingers wrapped around the handle, one finger resting against the blade as he tilted his head to the side to study me. "It's such a shame you were already broken when you were collected." Disgust dragged my features into a snarl as I glared at the wandering eyes of the man in front of me. His eyes met mine, his lips lifting up into the spine chilling smirk. "But I do take pleasure in breaking you."