The dark room was starting to make Bucky insane, he was starting to forget. The only thing that kept him tethered to reality was the knowledge that Steve was safe. Steve. That little kid from Brooklyn, always pucking fights, Bucky remember's the time's that he had to save him. Now, the kid's saving him. He wishes he could be there for Steve, but he has Peggy and she'll make him happy. Far happier than he could ever make Steve. The thought made him sick to his stomach, he couldn't be jealous. He quickly scolds himself, he instead thinks about the freedom Steve will have. Steve won't have to worry about him and could finally be happy. Bucky would give anything for Steve to be happy, even if it meant his life.
"Hello, my dear," the German crooned. "Have anything to tell me today?"
Bucky looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
"Yeah, fuck you!" Bucky spat out.
"Now, now, that isn't nice. Whatever happened to your manners?"
"They left as soon as you kidnapped me!"
The bastard stroked Bucky's face as if he was some sort of pet. If he could, he would've bit his fingers off, be he settled on struggling against his restraints.
"You won't get anywhere doing that. Just tell me what America is planning to do and I'll let you go.''
Bucky gritted his teeth.
"FUCK YOU!" Bucky gritted out.
The German sighed tiredly.
"Well, I had hoped we could do this the easy way.''
He reached inside of his coat and pulled out a syringe filled with a strange blue liquid.
"Just remember,'' he said as he was injecting the blue liquid into Bucky's arm. "You asked for this.''
Then' Buckys world turned black and all he could feel was pain.
