Bucky's POV
It had been a few days since my mission had gone... horribly right. I didn't know how to explain it, but while this WAS terrifying, this was much better than hydra. Clint came by every day and Steve was trying to help me with memories. I heard the door open, and I looked up, expecting it to be Clint as Steve had just left. It was the black widow, Nat. I scrambled back in the corner and trembled in terror.
'She couldkillmeand not even care.' I thought in fear. "Hey James." She said gently. "You doing ok?" I nodded and asked. "W-where I-is c-Clint?" She smiled softly. "He's running a bit late, he'll be here soon, promise." We stared at each other for about five minutes before she got up and went to another room. After a few minutes she came back with a makeshift plate and set it in the box. There was something yellow on the plate as well as some strips of red stuff.
I didn't complain because it was great. She finished before I did and watched me for a minute before getting up to get some water. "Yasha," She asked sadly. "Do you remember me at all?" I looked up and tried as hard as I could to remember. "No," I said sadly. "You look familiar, but I can't remember why." She smiled sadly. "Keep trying."
Natasha's POV
I knew James when he was the Winter Soldier. He was my teacher in the red room. He worked me harder then the rest, I used to hate him... until, I heard about borrowers. There were some girls in the red room that had stories about them. Hearing about little people who were scared of everything was a new idea to me. I wanted to know if they were real, naturally, the only person who could possibly possess such knowledge was James. But he was always either training us or missing. I'll never forget the day I asked him.
"Yes Natasha?" James asked as I hung behind the others. "I have a question," I muttered in fear. He nodded for me to continue. "Is there such a thing as borrowers? Tiny people?" His breath caught and he panicked a bit before nodding and trying to make a hasty exit. I heard a tiny grunt a minute later and secretly followed the sound. "You seem to have been a little late,James !"
I heard an agent say. "N-Natasha had a question." I heard James stammer. I had never heard him so scared before. "You're coming with me!" Snapped the agent angrily, I heard James give a grunt of pain and footsteps going down the hall. I followed anxiously behind them at a distance. I waited outside the door the agent went into to listen.
"The soldier disobeyed, he did not meet me on time." The agent told his officer. "Hmmm," said the officer calmly. "Tell Natasha that she can hurt him however she wants, just don't kill him. She'll have the time limit of thirty minutes." I heard footsteps coming through the door and ran back to my room.
The agent came in soon after and thrust James into my hands. "That's your trainer," he informed me as I stared at the tiny person in my hands. "Hurt him as much as you want, but we need him alive." He finished as he left. James looked at me in fear before saying. "Natasha, let me just say one thing, then do as you wish. There is a vent that leads outside, down the hall in the first room on the left. It is not guarded around lunch, take a detour, Enter the vent , then run! Run as far as you can as fast as you can!"
I gasped at the information he had given me. "I can't hurt you!" I told him in worry, he was just being mean so they wouldn't harm him. No reason to kill him! "You have to!" James Yelled in fear. "I'd rather it be you than anyone in the lab!" He shuddered, seeming to remember something horrible. "What do you need me to do?" I asked with tears in my eyes.
His eyes scanned the room and rested on a needle. "Take that," he instructed calmly. "And stick it into my leg." I did so,crying a bit as he wiggled and screamed in pain. "What now?" I asked in panic. "Rip it out!" He demanded in pain. I did as he asked. He screeched in agony before looking me in the eyes. "Again, in my side this time." He instructed me in determination. I shook my head, I didn't want to do this. "Please!" He begged. We repeated the process until the agent came to get him.
I was interrupted from the memory by Clint. "You ok?" He asked in concern. I nodded and he directed his attention to James. "Did he eat yet?" Clint asked, I nodded. "You let him out of the box yet?" Was the next question. "No," I told him. "He seams scared of me. Clint gave me a half smile. "He'll get used to you, now let's get him out."
