Who the hell is Bucky?

The words repeated themselves in Violet's head over and over again. She hadn't come to terms with who she had just met. James Bucky Barnes, her father's best friend and former sergeant. Steve had told Violet all about him, about their time together before he became a super soldier, how he was his best friend and would do anything for him. He told her about his fall on the train tracks and how he believed he was dead, never to be seen again. She knew his face because she had been shown pictures of him. She recognised those steel blue eyes anywhere.

Of course, he had changed drastically since then. The hair was longer, his face sterner like and those eyes of his, the hard stare he gave, the deadly one that capture her under his spell. And of course, the metal arm, who could forget that. It was nothing she had ever seen on anyone before, perhaps due to his fall. But the fact he couldn't remember who Bucky was.

It was obvious he had either lost some memory, forgetting who Bucky Barnes was. Whoever he was working for must have told him that he was someone else. He certainly wasn't her dad's best friend anymore. He was a dangerous soldier with advanced fighting skills, strength and agility and a freaking metal arm. He was no longer the sergeant he was before. Steve had told her Bucky would do anything for him, looked out for him when he needed him the most.

Violet looked up over at Bucky as he sat behind the wheel at the front of the helicopter. She was sat back in her seat from before, hands locked in restraint box in front of her, so she was stuck in place. Not only that but she was now wearing the black mask Bucky had been wearing before, concealing his face from her, preventing her from realising it was him. It was being used more as a gag than anything, keeping her quiet. The mask smelt like him, musky and rich cologne flooding her senses. She felt like a dog wearing a muzzle, chained up and ignored.

He was furious with her to say the least. After finding her in the woods after her escape, he found out she had called her parents. He soon destroyed the phone, shooting it to smithereens before dragging her back to the helicopter to leave as soon as possible. Her parents were on their way, and they needed to get out of there before they arrived. He hadn't said a word to her after that and as he sat there at the front flying the helicopter, hard stare into the open, he made no effort to talk to her.

Violet had no idea if her parents had heard the conversation, if they knew that it was Bucky who had entered their home, kidnapped her, threatened her with his gun multiple times and not to mention being shot at. What would they even say? After all this time thinking he was gone when really, he was alive and has been a deadly assassin. How would her dad even being to come to terms with it all?

Violet sat there and wondered about it all. Of course, she didn't know Bucky on a personal level and neither did her mother but knowing this man was once a dear friend of her father, she couldn't help but feel he was being betrayed. But the fact was Bucky didn't even know who he was himself. Her mom called him the winter soldier. It sounded deadly, a title with no name but more of a tale. There certainly was no point getting information out of him either, he didn't know a thing.

As they travelled through the sky, Violet's stomach began to feel sick, as if she was going to throw up. She realised she hadn't eaten for at least twenty-four hours and her mouth was starting to turn dry. The mask was heating up her face underneath like she was sat in a sauna, small beads of sweat starting to drip and collect at her chin. She wiggled in the seat, her ass numb from sitting down for so long but the restraints had no slack to them, and she was perched permanently in an uncomfortable position.

Sighing heavily in frustration, her head hitting the back of the chair knowing there was no way of getting out of here. Besides, even if she did, where would she go and there was no chance of her beating the winter soldier. But she was dying for something to drink.

She glanced over to Bucky; his hard glare focused in front as he guided the helicopter with ease. She needed to grab his attention but with the mask on her face, she had little room to speak and only a few muffled cries came out.

"Mmm" she whimpered but got no response. She tried again, louder this time and in the mirror at the top of the helicopter, she saw those blue eyes flick up and stare at her. she grabbed this opportunity and wiggled in her seat, signalling that she wanted something. But as his eyes moved back to looking in front, Violet huffed again in frustration. With a bang of her feet on the metal floor, this caught Bucky's attention and he glanced over his shoulder.

"Mmm" she made a little gesture with her hand, signalling him to come over. He turned to look back in front of him and thought for a second before flicking a switch at the control panel. He suddenly stood up, tall and powerful and he stomped his way over, boots banging against the floor. The helicopter was flying on auto pilot as he walked over. Violet once again felt the intimidation wash over her as he stood in front of her, his fingers clenching into fists by his sides.

"What!" he said, voice low and hard.

Violet tried to respond but the mask was making it difficult. The material felt like it was stuck to her face by the sweat and was hot and slimy. Violet looked at Bucky with wide eyes, batting her lashes with that puppy dog look. Bucky took a deep breath, his shoulders falling slightly, and he reached over, his human hand reaching to the side of her face. Violet had to strain herself to prevent herself from flinching at his touch. His hand was warm, and his fingers tickled her ear, sending that tingle down her body. The mask unclipped and he pulled it from her face. A gush of air hit her lower part of her face and could feel the residue of sweat there. She took a long breath in, swallowing hard before looking back into those hard blue eyes.

"Please can I have some water, my mouth is really dry" she asked softly, her voice just above a whisper.

Bucky narrowed his eyes at her, lifting his chin up as if he was thinking whether to give in to her request. Luckily for Violet, he did. He turned and grabbed the backpack that had been slung to the side of the helicopter and fetched a bottle of water, the same one from the cabin.

When he turned back to give her the bottle, only then did he remember that her hands were cuffed, and she would be unable to drink from the bottle. A moment of silence passed, and Violet stared at him, waiting. Was he going to uncuff her?

'If he does, perhaps I can have a chance to make an escape' she thought.

All it would take is for her to reach for his gun in his holster and shoot the trigger, knocking him down and then take control of the helicopter. But then again, she didn't know how to fly one. And would she even be able to do that. Standing in front of her was her dad's best friend, a man he'd known for years, who would do anything for him, who was there when he needed him the most. Would Violet be able to shoot him just like that?

"Can you unlock these, my hands are turning numb?" she asked, wiggling her hands and Bucky let out a grunt.

"No" he answered forcefully, and he opened the bottle of water, holding it for her to take a sip. Violet knew there was no arguing with him and accepted the water. She titled her head back as the cold water ran down her throat, her mouth no longer feeling like desert and the soreness in her throat now washing away. She gulped it down as if she had never drunk in her life and small droplets fell down her chin. The bottle was pulled away and she gasped for air.

Bucky tightened the lid and threw the bottle onto the bag on the floor, hearing it clatter.

"Thanks" she whispered and glanced up at him.

Bucky watched her for a moment and when he reached his hand out, Violet tensed up. But then his thumb touched her lips, wiping away the little water droplets hanging on the edge, waiting to fall like an apple in a tree. His fingers cupped the bottom of her chin, curling around and lifting her head slightly. His tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip. Violet let out a breath, almost sounding like a moan. He stepped closer, and for a second Violet began to think he was going to do something completely unexpected. Heat flushed her body, and her cheeks turned a shade of pink as Bucky slowly leant forwards, his face inches from hers.

Their eyes locked again, silence around them except for the low hum of the spinning blades above them. Violet felt her mouth turn dry again but with his fingers locked around her chin, she could barely manage a swallow. She was shocked by the feelings inside her, the swirling nerves and tingles of what could happen.

But then, to her surprise, Bucky pulled out the black mask and pressed it against her face, his fingers squeezing to lock it around her jaw. Violet hummed and pulled away from him, her body getting nowhere with the restraints, and she huffed.

"Great" she thought. It could be hours until they reached their destination and she had to sit here with this mask on.

As she peaked back at Bucky, she caught the smirk growing on his lips and he turned back around, shuffled over to the control panel, and slumped in the seat, taking back the controls. Violet sighed and let her head fall back, eyes fluttering close.

'What the hell is going on?'

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