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When I woke up, I couldn't move my arms or legs. I pushed hard to try and budge, but I had been tethered down to a cold, metal surface, from which there was no escape. Other than the light that shone brightly on me, the room was dark. It sounded like I was not alone, but I couldn't be sure.
In the distance, I could hear the sounds of muffled screaming, which put me on guard. This was bad, very bad. I heard steps walking towards me, and I tried to squint and spot the other person. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't see anyone. If I listened hard enough, I could hear talking, but there was a ringing in my head that kept me from understanding what was being said. I tried to focus on getting out, but I couldn't even budge.
"Give him something to listen to," I heard a voice say, and soon I heard the steps move closer, and a woman - Peggy, as I now knew - looked at me with a slight smirk. I wasn't afraid, but I hated how defenseless I was.
"Tell me, Barnes, what is it that you fear?" She asked, and for a moment, I thought she was testing me. I knew better. I kept silent, keeping my glare fixed on her. She raised an eyebrow after a while, then turned back to look into the shadows.
"I haven't the time to figure it out, so I suppose we will just have to speed things up a bit," she shrugged, and before I could do anything about it, she drove a knife through my flesh shoulder. I let out a scream of pain, but I didn't think anyone could hear me other than the one who was torturing me. She twisted the blade and I kept on crying out in pain, but I couldn't stop it.
It didn't stop there.
After a long time of listening to my screams, the woman put a mouth guard in my mouth so I would grow quieter. Still, I screamed. By this point, my shoulder bled profusely, and I could feel something messing with the metal arm. I could feel it getting worse. When I stopped screaming, I glared at the brunette woman with every inch of hate I could muster. I then spat out the plastic piece in my mouth, clenching my teeth slightly.
"You're despicable," I managed, hoping she got the point. She furrowed her eyebrows, then it seemed as if she ignored my comment and pulled the knife out of my shoulder. I didn't scream. "What you're doing to him is despicable," I added, hissing in pain every few seconds.
"I am following orders. You, of all people, should understand," she responded and I shook my head.
"No, you're worse than me. I would have killed him and save him this, but you? You're torturing him. You're playing with his emotions like he's a toy, and that's cruel. You're nothing like me," I said, and I could tell I was getting under her skin. I was fighting fire with fire.
"Shut up," she growled, her eyes darkening.
"I think you enjoy this," I continued, narrowing my eyes. The slap across my cheek let me know I was succeeding. "Or maybe you're doing this because you still love him, even when you're playing Loki's little b-"
I was cut off by the sharp pain of a fist hitting me square on the nose. I could feel the blood already rushing down my lips. "I said shut up," she said, and soon, another figure walked into the light.
"I think he's had enough for now," he said, and I knew it was Loki. Peggy still stood in front of me, anger showing in everything she did.
"May I finish it?" She asked, but never once looked away. When she had permission, her smirk grew. She then unfastened the restraints on me, but when I stood up, she stepped closer.
I couldn't stop the blade from digging into my chest if I tried.
I clutched at my chest, pulling it out, but I was growing weak. I stepped away, my eyes widening. I was going to die. I felt blood trickling down my chest, but I didn't feel pain. I was still in shock. I dropped the knife onto the floor and tried to step back, but I fell back as I did so. The pain began to seep through, and black dots were covering my vision.
"S..Steve," I attempted, hoping somehow someone heard me, but he was no where to be found. I was going to die alone here. I clutched my chest, trying to catch my breath. Soon, though, I was blinded by the black dots, and I fell back onto the cold floor, expecting not to wake up.
My last thought was Natalia and Steve, and how they would be the only ones to miss me once I was gone. Maybe dying wasn't such a bad thing after all.
A/N: Again, this is all Zenappa's fault. She admitted to it. Ireland is her fault.
Guess what we did earlier this week? We finished this! Well, the first part. And, technically we didn't finish the whole first of the series. I want to apologize in advance. Seriously, it's gonna be.. Well, it's gonna be rough, and yeah, I'm to blame for that.
Reviews!
Zenappa: For chapter seven- Yeah, yeah. I would completely forget if it weren't for you. Hey man, this was all you, pal. Don't call me satan when you're the one pulling the strings (/strings/). I'm tired too. Maybe that's what I get for not sleeping and updating everything instead. Your steggy heart can't take it? Alright, okay. Says the puppet master (/puppets/).
For chapter eight- I CAN BLAME IT ON YOU IF I WANT! It's true! You can blame me for the ending, how about that? Considering that it's worse. Well, we wrote more! Now I'm sad! I miss it! Twas the end of an era! MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T REVIEW WHEN YOU'RE DELIRIOUS. Okay, okay, I'm done.
Bucky Barnes: [A/N: You're my favorite, shhhh...]
Dear Bucky,
Hey, I was just trying to prove a point. And please, we both know if anyone wanted to kidnap me, they'd probably tear down the Earth to get to me. I mean, honestly.
Sincerely,
Bucky
P.S.- Please remind Steve that he's not doing too shabby for a punk. He forgets it a lot.
Thanks for reading, all! x
