(Does involve gore in not so good detail, just a warning.)
(Y/n)'s POV
"Bucky, run!" I shouted, running from the mass numbers of Hydra members. We came for a stealth mission to gather info, practically against our will. I didn't want Bucky to come, mostly because I knew he was afraid of becoming the Winter Soldier again. But, as all things go, he had to come anyway. He ran, not until after waiting for me.
"Come on!" He yelled. I waved my hand, running as fast as my legs would allow.
"Go ahead, go!" I yelled back, and he ran at his unnatural speed. I ran backwards, shooting multiple soldiers down. But not enough. I was being fired at, and it was getting difficult to dodge. A bullet met my calf, and I fell flat on the ground. Bucky turned at my scream, coming back.
"(Y/n)!" He yelled, and I pulled myself up, slammed down by a booted foot.
"Bucky! Run! Go without me!" I shouted, but he didn't listen.
"Not without you!" He said, fighting off soldiers. Someone hit him with the butt of a gun, and he passed out.
"Bucky!"
~Who Knows How Much Later~
I woke up to a ear splitting scream, and my eyes shot open. In front of me was Bucky, who was being electrocuted by a man.
"Tell me where they are, Barnes." The man growled.
"No." Bucky replied, and he got electrocuted again.
"Stop!" I shouted, and both pairs of eyes went to me. The man's lips pulled back into a sinister smirk, and he walked over to me.
"Why hello pretty lady. We've got a lot in store for you." He said. I narrowed my eyes, at least he's away from Bucky.
"Like what?" I asked, and a finger placed itself under my chin.
"We've run some tests, and come to find out, you're special. You've got a back that can withstand more than the average person, with a muscle mass that doesn't make sense. How's that possible?" He said, and I raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about. What do you plan to do about it?' I asked, and he chuckled darkly.
"Same thing as your friend here, but better." He said, and I was suddenly moved to a table right in front of Bucky.
"Don't hurt her." Bucky said weakly, and I looked at him.
"Or what?" The man asked, unchaining my wrists and strapping them to the table.
"You'll be the first to die." I replied, and he pushed my face down into a hole, strapping across the back of my neck.
"Let's have a little fun, shall we?" The man said, and I heard people walking in.
"Project Wings is a go." Someone said, and I began to panic as I couldn't see what was happening.
"Don't touch her you son of a-" Bucky growled, and the man shushed him.
"The less you talk, the less this will hurt her." He said, and something cold pressed against my back. My shirt was cut, and my heart rate went up. Someone knelt down, and a mouthpiece was offered.
"I don't want anything you have to give me." I snarled, and he held his hands out.
"Suit yourself." He said, and I felt something drag along my back.
Bucky's POV
They drew lines on her back, and Adrik came over.
"What are you gonna do to her?" I asked, frightened of what harm my come.
"Let's just say, she'll touch the skies. Now hush, the procedure is starting." He said, and I looked over. I knew yelling wasn't gonna help, and it could hurt (Y/n) further. They cut into her back, and she screamed. I shuddered, writhing in a desperate attempt to try and save her. Blood gushed from the cuts, down her back and sides. Her cries for help went unanswered, and my heart wrenched. I could practically feel her pain, the blood, the screams, reminded me of my own.
"Someone hold her down!" A guy yelled, and they continued torturing her. Her screams died down, and they began placing things on her.
"Finally, she passed out." Adrik grumbled.
(Y/n)'s POV
For the second time, I woke up. But this time, it was to my own pain. Pain burned in my back, and I stifled a scream. I was chained up once more, and a heavy weight added to my misery. I looked back, seeing large metal wings attached to me. They had also put a weird chestplate on me, allowing the wings to go through them. Pained tears fell from my eyes, and I clenched my jaw.
"(Y/n)." A voice said quietly. I looked up, seeing Bucky.
"Bucky, did they do anything to you?" I asked.
"No, are you alright?" He asked, and I popped my neck.
"No, I hurt like hell. But if we're gonna get out of here in one piece, I'm gonna have to be." I said, moving the wings. It was weird, and it felt like it was part of my body, like I'd had them forever. The pain in my back increased dramatically, but I ignored it. The sharp blades cut easily through the chains holding my arms up, and I stood. I got Bucky out, and I groaned in pain.
"You're still healing, are you sure you can use them?" Bucky asked, leading the way out.
"They'll have to do." I said, snatching a phone from a counter. We got outside, seeing guards.
"Six guards." Bucky said.
"You get the three on the left, I've got the right. They put these on me, they're going out by them." I said, and he nodded. I knocked out two soldiers, cutting the third with my wing, right in the jugular.
"Let's gilet to the road." Bucky said. I nodded, running with him.
"I'll call back up." I said, using the phone.
"Hello?" Steve said from the other end.
"Steve! We're at the Hydra base, heading to the road. Get your ass over here now!" I said, running down the road with Bucky.
"Okay, on our way!" He said, and I hung up.
"These damn things better work." I growled, beating the wings. My feet were lifted from the ground, and went past Bucky.
"Holy shit!" He said, and I grabbed his arm, yelping as I pulled him up.
"Let's get out of here!"
~Time Skip~
"There's no safe way to get these out, (Y/n)." Tony said, and I nodded.
"I honestly figured. Just fix them, make them better, please." I said. Tony nodded, already pulling up screens.
"So, Falcon's already taken." Sam said, and I laughed.
"Looking for a good name?" I asked, and he nodded.
"How about Iron Angel?" Bucky asked as he walked in. Tony turned in his seat, pointing a digital pen at him.
"I needed a name to design off of, that sounds like a plan. And (Y/n), I'm making you a new chestplate." He said, going back to his work. I hopped off the table, going to Bucky.
"That's a wonderful name. Iron Angel, it has a ring to it." I said, and Sam nodded.
"I'll kick your ass in a race." Sam said. Now that it's been a few weeks, I've healed and can fly how I like.
"Wanna bet birdy? It's on!"
