Amelia blinked her heavy eyes open. Her head was pounding, and her whole body ached. One lonely lightbulb hung from above her head, and rope tied her hands and legs to the cold metal chair. It was ridiculously cliché, and she might've laughed, if it wasn't for the intense pain in her lungs.
"What the hell?" she muttered. The last thing she remembered was texting Bucky, and an explosion, and then everything just went dark.
"Hello, Ms. Amelia," a voice said from the shadows of the dimly lit room. The person stepped forward, still keeping their face in shadow. "We just need to know a few things, and then we can send you on your merry way."
"Let me go, asshole," Amelia hissed. A low chuckle came from the figure and they stepped completely into the light.
The man looked incredibly familiar. He had dark brown, almost black hair, and intense brown eyes.
"I've heard you may be familiar with my brother?"
"Jason?" Amelia inhaled sharply. "This is his fault?"
"Oh, no," the man said. "We just need to know why you were sticking your cute little nose into our business." He reached a finger out and touched her nose.
"Don't touch me," Amelia snapped. The man ignored her and grabbed her chin.
"My brother told me you could be a bitch," he said lowly. "Now, what is it you were trying to find?"
"Is it just me here?"
"That's not an answer, now is it?" The man let go of her and moved back. "Maybe we can set up a deal. A game, if you will."
"Go on," Amelia muttered.
"For every question you answer, I'll answer one of yours."
"Any question?" Amelia's mind was racing with possible ideas.
"As long as it's within reason," the man said. He pulled out a knife and inspected the blade. "But you see, for every question you refuse to answer, I'll draw pretty little red lines."
"Fine."
"Excellent." The man smirked and moved closer. "Who do you work for?"
"The federal government," Amelia lied. The man tsked.
"Oh, love, that equipment of yours screams S.H.I.E.L.D." He grinned widely and lowered the cold metal to her arm. Amelia bit her lip as he left a shallow incision that stretched from her elbow to her wrist. "Better start talking."
"What do you want to know?" Amelia could hear the blood dripping to the floor. Her heart ached for Bucky to come and save her, but she knew that was close to impossible.
"What information were you trying to find?"
"We were just gathering intel on your organization."
"We? Who else were you with?"
"No one."
"Now, we know what happens when you lie," the man said. He brought the knife to her neck and gently trailed the blade down to her clavicle. He drew the blade across achingly slow. Amelia blinked back tears.
"What intel were you looking for?" The man brought the knife to her chin and used it to tilt her head up.
"Just who the leader is, mission plans, basic intel," Amelia whispered. The man smiled.
"Interesting," the man said. "Because that's not what your mission report says."
"How would you know?" she snapped. The man laughed.
"I have ways, love," he smirked. "So what you were going to do to me, I'll be doing to you. But I can't kill you, oh no."
The man slid the knife across her cheek. He leaned into her ear.
"I want to send a little reminder back to Barnes," he whispered.
a/n
well that was intense
xx,
audrey
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Fanfiction[sequel to Don't Hang Up Yet, Doll] "Amelia, you look...stunning," Bucky breathed. He looked up at her face and smiled. She was nervous. "Oh, sugar, don't worry," he laughed. There is swearing Cover by @namtna
