So I have just recently seen the Civil War movie and I loved it so much I wanted to write a fanfiction for it. I will not be continuing this, however, until the summer because I don't want to spoil anything for anyone. Plus, I am currently writing on other fanfictions, so I am making time for this one as soon as June. Tell me if you guys like it and I will continue it. :) Enjoy!

Prologue

"I am sorry that they are doing this to you." She said and for a moment he thought it was genuine, but it couldn't be. A gal like her, a beauty like her, just had to be sympathizing with the enemy; her blue eyes were soft, but stern and serious, her face framed by a mess of blonde strands, the rest pinned up in a tidy bun. She was in a fresh pair of green cargo pants and a long sleeved white button up shirt. She stood in what appeared to be an uncomfortable position, but in other ways seemed second nature to her and her alone. Her back arched slightly, black boots pressed together and chest puffed out in an attempt to intimidate.

Bucky smiled at her from his place in the cell, perched on the edge of metal slab. He was leaning forward on his knees, a cut across his left brow and clothes ripped up from the perilous struggle he put against Hydra. He was sleepy, but still resilient. His arm gone and a metal one put in its place, but he was still Bucky.

"Yeah nice joke doll." He saw her jaw tighten and her eyes lessen in their softness. Her fists clenched at her sides and her lips partially his between her teeth. For a moment he wondered what expression this was and realized that she was pouting, the German girl was pouting like a little baby. It was kind of cute, but Bucky was not going to lighten up even if she was prettier than most of the gals he spent his time with.

"It is not a joke." She sternly replied, he snorted before leaning back into the concrete wall behind him, more light leaking onto his features. "If you do not wish to accept my puty than you shall not have it." Bucky's eyebrow raised as he tried to contain his amusement.

"Did you just say 'puty'?" Her cheeks turned a bright red and her face contorted into rage.

"Yes, puty. Is that not an American word?"

"It's actually pity, doll and since you didn't get it straight the first time around I have pity for you." Her stance was broken and she crossed her arms, nose crinkling just slightly. Maybe Bucky would enjoy being in captivity by Hydra after all, if he was at least getting entertained...

"Well you know what?"

"What?" Bucky mocked, raising his chin and getting into this heated argument. He had never felt so excited before in his life.

"Your stupid language is so hard to speak, no wonder only idiots speak it." His smile slowly deteriorated into a frown and he stood up from the slab, stepping over to the bars and gripping them.

"Now you take that back, there are a lot of smart people that speak my language, sweetheart. Smarter than your people." She grinned at the fact that she had gotten to him somehow, he must have been very patriotic.

"Yeah nice joke, Soldat Junge." Her tongue swirled around her outer lips. "German is full of such unique quality, while you English people threw a whole bunch of languages together to make something so abstract it could hardly be recognized as a language itself."

"Well aren't you patriotic." He retorted.

"You're one to talk." She hadn't realized how close she had gotten to the bars of the cell, his face pushing between them to get closer to her.

"Listen doll, I don't know what planet you came from, but English has been around for centuries." She hunched forward with a mocking simper and parted lips.

"German has been around longer." She whispered and he was about to lean forward, take her lips and smooch in a desperate attempt for dominance and control. But the doors into the room of the cell slid open with a hiss and in walked the Red Skull with several guards following. Bucky watched as the girl cowered away and returned to her former dull self.

His hands slowly fell from the bars and backed away back onto the slab. Bucky knew this man and he knew it was not good that this man knew him. Johann Schmidt. He was the man that Steve had mentioned, the man that they were trying to stop, the leader of Hydra. Red Skull stopped in front of her and scrutinized her from afar.

"What are you doing here, engel?"

"I was instructed to watch the prisoner, vater." Her voice was much more monotone than before, less full of emotion and less sweet. The Red Skull turned to face his subjects with a look of aggravation.

"Who instructed my daughter to watch the American?" No one answered, a tiny man standing off to the side with blonde hair and glasses tremble slightly in fear. "Who?!" Red Skull demanded more loudly, the girl flinched, but did not move. The two soldiers separated, an officer stood behind them who had just entered the room. He gulped audibly before taking a brave step closer to his leader.

"I did, sir."

"And who gave you permission to order my daughter around? Much less leave her with such scum?" His daughter closed her eyes and she angled her head down, almost in pain. Bucky felt the need to comfort her, but the bars and everything else in the universe prevented him front doing so.

"I-I am sorry, sir."

"DO NOT SAY YOU ARE SORRY TO ME! Say it to my daughter." The officer held back sobs, he looked up at the girl and sighed.

"I apologize."

"I forgive you." She muttered, Red skull clenched his fists, his gloves so taut a squeak was heard.

"Leave." He ordered to the officer, sparing his life for the sake of his daughter's innocent eyes.

"Hail Hydra!" The officer bellowed, wasting no time exiting the room, all the while Bucky watching with intrigue. Red Skull rose a hand up to grab his daughter's chin and raise her eyes up towards his.

"Go to your room until I call for you. This business is not yours, Marina." She could not protest so she simply nodded.

"Yes, vater." She said, starting towards the door as she left completely she turned to stare at Bucky. A shy smile formed on her lips and as to not draw attention he did not return it, but he wanted to. She waved and he made a subtle nod, his attention went back to Red Skull. He hope that would not be the last he saw of Marina. And it wasn't.

Bucky went through as the days progressed, but he would expect nothing less from Hydra. He had been interrogated and throughly examined by the professor through mental and physical tests. He was confused, alone, and exhausted. They gave him medication despite his ever growing fight against them, but it was pointless. Bucky tried his best to fight, but they kept him so locked up that there was no purpose. He fought back anyways.

Somewhere after about a week the door sifted open, at first he figured a guard or the professor, since his food wasn't due for another hour. He sat up from the slab and paused at the sight before him. It was neither. It was Marina dressed in a dark green dress that ended at her knees. She stood in front of the bars silently, but curiously inspecting him. He had dark circles under his eyes and his short hair was sweaty, sticking to parts of his forehead. He was shirtless, picking his shirt up off the floor and throwing it on due to proper etiquette in the presence of a lady.

He stepped closer towards the bars, his bare feet patting against the concrete. His lips quirked up and she returned it, she didn't say anything, so he decided to speak first.

"That's a nice dress you have there, doll."

"Oh..." She averted her eyes and flattened her palms over the skirt of the dress. "My father is having associates over. He prefers I look presentable."

"Do you always listen to your father?" She sauntered over to the bench across the cell and sat down, she was smirking and blushing all over.

"Not always. I really shouldn't be here as it is."

"What will happen if he finds out?" She eventually became stale again, her smile gone along with her shy and somewhat joking personality. She stood up and quickly started for the door. "Wait." She stopped and barely looked over her shoulder at him. "Why did you come to see me?" She didn't move and instead went back over to the bench, sitting down and resting her hands on her legs.

"I have never met a man my age before who isn't in Hydra and those who are, are rather dull." She began, he cocked his head to the side. "I have never met an American before either and you are handsome and funny, and I like you. I am interested in talking to you before you are gone."

"Gone? What do you mean?"

"Well, you see my father expects Zemo to complete a project, he wants to make a super soldier of some sorts..."

"Like Steve?" She didn't know who he was, but nodded regardless. She knew of Captain America and assumed that was him.

"Yes and you will be the subject."

"I am going to assume that you shouldn't be telling me this."

"I also shouldn't be here, but look at where I am." She turned red in the cheeks again and Bucky chuckled, soon she followed and laughter filled the room.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to talk to you. My name is James, but everyone calls me Bucky."

"Soledad Junge." She repeated the same phrase she had said the first day they met.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means soldier boy." She chortled, Bucky bit his bottom lip and nodded.

"Soldier boy, huh? I like that, doll." He accentuated the nickname doll and from then on determined that she definitely did not belong with Hydra. With every meeting, with every time she would choose to come see him, he would learn a little about her and she about him. It was sweet the questions she would ask and the interest she would show. Sometimes she would sit against the bars and he would to, their backs facing one another and they would just talk to each other about their likes and dislikes, pasts and presents, nearly everything that came to their mind. But sometimes they would argue and she would leave and not come back for weeks. He missed her those times. It wasn't until six months later did he realize he was in love with her.

"So why do you put up with your father?"

"I know what you think about him, but he is a good man he just does..." She shrugged, appearing ignorant on the subject. "Bad things."

"Bad people do bad things sweetheart. You should have a guy who cares about you by now, a nice house with a couple of kids." She laughed and shook her head.

"I am not interested in anything like that. I wouldn't mind having someone to hold me in their arms though."

"I would puty the man who has to do that." She rolled her eyes and he looked down on his lap to fiddle with his thumbs. She had been showing up less and less recently, it was worrying him because he liked having her around. She was the only normalcy in his life now, she reminded him of home.

"Would you really? I think you think I am pretty." She teased, beginning a fit of giggles.

"Pretty would be an..." He pretended to find the right word. "Understatement in comparison to your real beauty." She stopped laughing, her lips forms a straight line and her eyes widened as if that was not the answer she expected.

"Do you say that to all the girls?" She asked, hopping for a less serious answer. Bucky stood up from the slab and went up to the bars, leaning his forehead against them.

"No." He sternly confirmed her suspicions and her heart swelled with both adoration and fear. She wasn't sure what this feeling was, but it must had been something he was feeling to.

"It is good..." She nervously squirmed in her seat. "Talking to you. I like it." That was when Bucky realized she had never flirted before, it seemed as if she had been teasing him this entire time, but in reality she didn't know what she was doing.

"Have you ever gone dancing?" She shook her head and Bucky sighed.

"When I get out of here, I will take you dancing. Just you and me."

"What makes you think you will get out?"

"They can't keep me in here forever and when I am out of these bars, I am going to save you. I am gonna save you from this place and show you what a real life is like." Her hands fisted at her dress, she started wearing a different one every time now. He loved every dress that she wore because it always looked exquisite on her.

"Can I-" She closed her eyes and sucked her bottom lip in frantically. "Can I kiss you?" She finished shakily, her eyes opened to stare blankly at the floor.

"Sure." Bucky acted like it wasn't the biggest thing in the world, but ever since he first met her he wanted to touch her lips and kiss her passionately as a man should. She stood up awkwardly and walked over to the cell till she was just an inch from the bars and Bucky did the same leaning against them and giving her a cheeky grin.

"I have never kissed someone before."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing I will be your first."

"Are you good at it?"

"Why don't you decide?" She closed her eyes and leaned forward, puckering her lips. Bucky couldn't wait any longer and swiftly closed the distance between them. Electricity circuiting through their body as their lips met, she instinctively opened her mouth and along with her lips moved their tongues. Her hands shot up to grab the straps of his tank top, pulling him through the bars to bring him closer. Her head tilted and his hands gripped the bar with a vice grip to keep from grabbing her.

They both pulled away breathlessly, faces only an inch apart, she released his tank top.

"I have been wanting to do that for a while." She whispered shyly, he licked his lips tasting the fruity juices that must have came from lunch or breakfast. Bucky couldn't reply, he was too dumbstruck, never has a kiss put him in such a trance. She moved her head closer to start another kiss, but the sifting of the doors startled them both.

They looked over to find the Red Skull and Zemo standing beside him. Marina's eyes widened and she backed away from the cage.

"What is this Marina?! I thought you were at dance practice!"

"Vater, please let me explain!" Two guards entered the room and Red Skull gestures towards the cell.

"Take him out."

"No vater, don't! Please!" One guard was instructed to hold her back and forcefully escort her from the room. She struggled so hard, Bucky was torn from the cell and kicked in the face. "Vater, no! Stop this!"

"I will punish you later, Marina." He promised with a firm finger as she was pulled past him outside of the room.

"Ich liebe dich Bucky!" Were the last words she said before the doors closed behind her.