This was not how an interrogation was supposed to go. Bucky's mind wandered back over the activities previous to him laying back on this damned table. Him and Johann Schmidt had, well there was no other way he could say this even to himself. They fucked until they were both good and done. And god he had loved it. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad trapped here at HYDRA, he got food and everything and Johann had said he wouldn't kill him the activities afterwards slightly reassured him though he was starting to wonder what would happen if Schmidt bored of him... He had drifted off to be woken by Steve. The fight went by in a blur, he couldn't believe this was happening he had finally gotten rest and now this?
They were back at base, he was sitting in an uncomfortable chair and Phillips was staring at him. Great just fucking great.
"Barnes, answer the question; Did you tell him anything about our plans or Rogers?"
Bucky just stared at him blankly, trying to pull of the damaged prisoner routine. It wasn't working and Phillips looked more pissed then usual. "I didn't tell him anything sir. I kept the topic away from everything and didn't say a word." Bucky kept his eyes on the wall behind his superior. "Then what did go on in that base?" Phillips narrowed his eyes voice demanding everything from the young man sitting in front of him.
Bucky ran his tongue over his lips slowly gaze dropping. "Well I woke up in the room he was standing there I was strapped down to a table. We talked. About nothing at all really, it confused me at first. Then I was free to walk around the room and then we-" He cut him self off. Nope he was not going to say that. "Well then he left and I was back on the table." Well half of that was true, they had ended up back on the table.
"HYDRA? He talked to you about what exactly?"
"They don't work for the Third Reich. They plan to take it down, thats all I learned." He bit his lips before anything more spilled out of him. Was, was he feeling loyalty to Johann? No this wasn't good he couldn't keep all of this to himself he could help become a hero if he just spilled what he knew.
Heroes are for children. He decided. "Sir, I can't think anymore I need to lay down." He faked a weak voice and stood, surprisingly he was excused. He let out a deep breath expelling the words that threatened to leave him. "Dammit Schmidt." He shook his head and looked towards the ground making his way back to the bed marked as his.