Bucky's POV
The next morning Wanda took me out of the jar and gave me food, as usual. The food was always the same... gray, textured mush. Well...flavored, grey,textured mush. Pietro kept glancing at me in suspicion, like he expected me to tell Wanda about last night. Wanda noticed I was unusually quiet. "Bucky," She asked gently.
"Are you ok?" I nodded hastily to assure her I was fine. She looked at me pityingly. "You help me so much,Bucky." She said kindly. "If you need help from me, please ask." I nodded again, slowly this time, Pietro continued to stare at me. Soon Wanda sadly placed me back in the jar.
"I wish you didn't have to stay in here," she told me sadly. "But Pietro doesn't trust you... I'm sorry." I shrugged, this may be worse than the box but it wasn't so different. "I'll be ok..." I told her as the guards came into the room. There were three this time, as the first two took Wanda and Pietro away, the third one walked over to my jar with a malicious grin on his face.
I backed up as far as I could go and pressed my back against the glass. My chest heaved as I tried to stop hyperventilating. He tapped on the glass behind me,making me jump and turn that way. Big mistake, as I did so he picked up the jar and tilted it so I would land flat on my face. When I got up he was grinning sinisterly.
"Forget YOU were an experiment?" He asked me, my eyes widened, what was going to happen? He brought me to a lab, I couldn't see the scientists' faces because they had masks on. There was a camera in a corner, and... many sharp things on a table near it. Needles, a pair of scissors, a few knives, anything that would hurt. There were also matches and some different acids. "You are going to help us stop Captain America from taking out our bases." Said one as he pulled me out of the jar.
"We are going to film you being tortured... and warn the Captain that it will continue until he stops." I struggled in his hand as he strapped me to the table with a few pieces of tape. I wiggled, attempting to get lose, they turned on the camera. "Hello Captain," said another scientist. "I suppose you wonder where your little friend went. He's with us, see? He wants to see you!"
They aimed the camera at me. "Steve!" I screeched in desperation. "Help me! Please! I'm sorry for running away! But please come and help me!" "Shut up!" Ordered a scientist as he hovered over me with a knife. The other scientist nodded and he pressed the knife against my flesh arm, lightly making a cut. "Steve!" I screeched in pain. Another came after me with a needle and stuck it in my side. "Please! Clint! Natasha! Anybody!" He ripped out the needle as someone else came at me with the scissors.
They placed my flesh arm between the blades. "You wouldn't want your little friend to lose his other arm," said the scientist. "Would you, Captain?" I tried to squirm out but was unsuccessful. "All you need to do to prevent that from happening," the scientist finished. "Is stop taking out our bases. Stop and we will not harm him, continue and he may just die from blood loss... your choice Captain." They shut off the camera.
"Take him back." The scientist ordered the guard, who seemed more then happy to drop me in the jar. When we got there he had another idea. "What if the twins thought you escaped?" He asked me. I shook my head no in panic, Pietro would murder me! The guard placed the jar on it's side and took me to the other side of the room. He set me down on top of the freezer and left, laughing at my fear.
I cowered up there for about five minutes before Pietro came in. He took one glance at my jar and growled in Russian. "I knew he was just a spy!!" He looked around a bit before finding me, he pinned me down with his finger. "What were the rules?" He demanded of me. "I-I d-do n-not r-run or t-try t-to escape." I whimpered in fear. "And we didn't have a punishment in place now did we?" He asked, I shook my head.
"Hmmm," Pietro said thoughtfully. "You know, I could eat you." My eyes widened in fear and I started hyperventilating. "Yeah it'd be easy enough, Wanda would never know."He was right, I started panicking even more. "But then Wanda would be sad..." Pietro finished. "And I can't have that so." He tossed me into the air, I froze for a second before I processed what was happening. I screeched as I began to descend, at the last second Pietro caught me.
As I relaxed for a second he tossed me again, laughing this time at my reaction. When he caught me the second time he made me face him. "Next time, I won't be so easy on you." He growled before dropping me back into my jar. Wanda came in a few minutes later and started walking towards my jar when Pietro stopped her. "He's being punished Wanda, no being out of his jar or fed until tomorrow." He told her. She begged him to at least let me eat but he refused. "He needs to learn,Wanda, you can play with your pet tomorrow." I settled down for another long sleepless night.
