Mine

Chapter Twenty Four

Bucky's arms wrap around my neck. He wasn't strangling me, just getting a hold of me. A smile came to his lips, “I have missed you so much. I am not going to let you get away from me now.”

My knees become weak as he speaks. Flashbacks coming back of when I was with him before, all the bad memories. I wanted to cry out for help, but my voice could not find its way out. Bucky’s flesh hand grabs a hold of my hair as he pulls me towards the doors. A satisfied look finding his way onto his face as he glances over to me.

“(Y/n).” I hear Tony. “You have to fight if you want to get away from him. I know it is scaring you, but you have to fight it.” I couldn't land my eyes on the billionaire.

I look up at Bucky, then to my gloved hands. My body reacts by shaking, definitely out of nervousness. I never fought anyone before. But Tony is right, I need to get out of this. Even if it does mean I am hurting someone.

I grab a hold of Bucky's neck, hoisting myself over his shoulder onto his back. My hair is getting ripped out of my skull, but I bite my tongue as I wrap my hands around his neck. Instantly my hair gets released as he paws at my fingers around his neck.

Tony comes out from behind a pillar. His hand raised to Bucky's level, one of his suits hand wrapped around his own. Bucky drops onto a table, using me as a cushion and to fall off of him. Once I was detached from him he punches me right where he hit me last time. Right under the eye.

He takes a long look at me, a look of confusion. In his brown eyes I can see a battle, one that he isn't winning. Bucky looks around, noticing what is happening. T’Challa enters the room, his eyes frantically searching for Bucky. The male on top of me notices, and quickly reacts.

Pulling me off the ground with such force, he places me in front of everyone else. His metal arm around me throat again, this time in a threatening way. T’Challa and Tony take a step back, knowing to not mess with him.

“Hey man, we won’t hurt you. We just need you to go back upstairs to answer some questions. Alright?” Tony says, his hands up in the air as a surrender.

Bucky's arm tightens more against my throat, “I can’t do that. Do you even understand how I am feeling?”

I wish I could have seen it sooner, I wish I could have warned Tony and T’Challa. But my air supply was getting cut shorter and shorter. I wish I could have warned them that Steve was right behind them. I wish I could have told them anything before Steve brought his fist against their bodies. Knocking them out. But my vision was getting blurry as Bucky's arm tightened around my throat, choking me.

“Мой.” I hear before I myself blackout.

So I put this story in the wattys2019, idk what that means what's what's going to happen...