Violet picked at the small thread of cotton that had unravelled from her t-shirt. It had dawned on her that she hadn't had a shower for what felt like days and the smell of her hair was starting to bother her, the grease at the top making her feel dirty. She wondered if there were any showers in this building and any clean clothes she could wear. It wasn't nice wearing the same underpants for three days straight.

Her head perked up as she heard footsteps approaching and she turned to look over at the door. The sound of keys rattling signalled the door being unlocked and it creaked open. Bucky stomped his way inside, and Violet noticed he was holding a dinner tray with a bowl on top. She hadn't realised how hungry she was until now. He set the tray on the end of the bed and Violet saw it was a bowl of soup. Her stomach rumbled softly, and she felt almost sick with hunger.

But she had a voice inside her telling her that the soup could possibly have drugs in it. What if he was going to drug her and take her somewhere else or do something to her.

"Don't worry, it's not drugged" it was as if he read her mind and Violet swallowed.

"Thank you" she said softly, and Bucky turned to leave but Violet quickly called him back.

"Wait!" she called, and he stopped, dead in his tracks to the door. He turned around and stared at her, waiting for her response. Violet suddenly felt nervous asking him if there was a shower, embarrassment over her face as her cheeks flushed red.

"Can I have a shower please and some new clothes to wear" she asked, looking down at her dirty three-day old clothes. Bucky didn't say anything for a moment and then he spoke.

"Eat your lunch first" he turned and slammed the door, the noise echoing and then his footsteps retreating. Violet sighed heavily and sat on the bed, taking the tray, and digging into her soup. It was tasty, nothing special but anything was good right now. after she had finished the soup, and by finish she had practically licked the bowl for every single drop, she waited patiently for Bucky to come back.

It wasn't exactly a no from him. He only ordered her to eat first and then she assumed he was going to let her shower.

Violet had been thinking about her plan to escape. Her only choice right now was to get on his good side, to get him to trust her and then run at the right time. Perhaps as well using one of those knifes, he carried on him to slow him down, so she had a fair chance of getting away. As his footsteps came again, Violet took a deep breath, clearing her throat and she couldn't help but flinch as the door opened. This time, he didn't enter the room but instead just nodded for her to come over.

Violet leapt up the bed and sped walk over to him. Knowing now she was going to be able to clean herself up now filled with her joy and she couldn't wait to wash the grease and dirt from her hair. But as she got to the door, Bucky pressed his arm against the side, trapping her in the room, and his cold blue eyes stared down at her.

"Are you going to be good?" he said, and Violet nodded silently. She didn't want to know what would happen if she did anything. Bucky drop his hand from the door frame and wrapped his hand around her upper arm, tugging her along.

As promised, there was a small shower down the end of the hallway. The water was just above warm and there was a bar of soap on the side that she used to wash herself. She scrubbed herself until she was red raw, nail marks covering her body to remove the dirt and grime riddling her skin. Her hair felt lighter and cleaner, and she was finally able to relax and feel the tension disappear.

Bucky stood outside the shower, keeping guard of course and waiting for her to finish. Violet wished she could stay in there all day, letting the water trickle down her body. She could almost fall asleep in there, but she had a feeling if she didn't come out sooner than later, Bucky would get suspicious and could even come in. Violet shut the water off and grabbed the towel Bucky provided for her, wrapping it around and towel drying her hair. There was a pile of new clothes available for her, a pair a legging and a t-shirt with new underwear. She didn't know how long she was going to be here and wondered if she had other spare clothes to wear once these ones were too dirty to wear.

She came out of the shower room, her eyes cast down and the dirty clothes in her hand.

"Leave them there" he nodded to the ground, and she did as instruct, dropping them on the floor. Bucky immediately took her arm again and she felt his hand squeeze it. Violet stumbled down the hallway and as she did, she noticed the keys dangling from his back pocket, sitting next to a knife in its holder. Oh, how easy it could be to just snatch it and cut his throat, leaving him to bleed to death. But Violet felt conflicted.

This man was her dad's best friend. Yes, he was now a deadly assassin but how would her dad feel if she killed him. He didn't know he was Bucky and Violet was sure he'd like to know. To know that his friend hadn't died in that train accident but that he was alive all this time. The only thing was now he was working for Hydra and had kidnapped his daughter.

When they reached the cell, Bucky pushed her inside and waited at the door for a minute. Violet turned and rubbed her arm where he had been squeezing.

"Thanks for the shower" she said softly.

"You're welcome, I'll get some more clothes for you to wear soon" he said, and she gave him a small smile. Bucky stared at her, his eyes wandering across her body, the small droplets of water from her hair soaking her t-shirt and he couldn't help but stare at her chest. She was beautiful, in fact stunning. He had this urge to want to make her his, to take her, to brush his lips across hers, to taste her. But not right now, not while she was still weary of everything.

He turned around and left the room, shutting the door strongly and locking it back up. Violet sighed and sat back on the bed, the mattress squeaking as she sunk into it.

The cell was still cold, and the blanket was doing much for her. She wasn't sure how long she could stay here for. She found herself pacing the room, running her fingers along the bumpy wall until she reached the barred window, peaking out into the daylight. The sun was shining, and in fact it looked like a beautiful day, considering the situation she was in. she found her hands winding their way around the thick bars and even though she knew they were sturdy enough; she gave them a tug, but nothing happened. You'd need an angle grinder to open these up.

Violet thought back to her parents, wondering if they may have found a trail to find her. if only she had some way to contact them, a phone perhaps. And then she remembered, Bucky had a phone at the cabin he used to call his bosses, a cell phone. If she was able to get it and make a quick call, perhaps they could trace it. Her mother was good at that sort of thing, tracking down devices. It was all part of her training.

As Violet wandered around the cell, her feet kicked at something on the floor, clattering across and rolling to the other side. It was some sort of pipe. Violet reached down and picked it up. It was metal and heavy. She had no idea where it had come from, but an idea came to her mind.

This could be useful

Later that day, Bucky's footsteps came down the hallway and the door unlocked, keys rattling. Violet looked over from her place on the bed and he entered inside, carrying a pile of clothes.

"Here, this is for you" he set the clothes on the bed, and she couldn't help but smile at him politely. She was a little shocked that he had brought her fresh clothes to wear. Anything of captor would have probably made her wear the same thing, but not him. He was being, caring almost. He was still intimidating and much more powerful than her but at least he wasn't being too much of a brute.

"Thanks" she said softly, and Bucky turned to leave.

"Wait!" she stood from the bed quickly, calling him back and he stopped.

"What!" he asked, his voice a little harder this time and Violet swallowed the nervous lump in the back of her throat. She was a little scared, not sure if this was going to work. It was a risk she was willing to take.

"Um something's wrong with the toilet" she said, and he furrowed his brows, turning back to face her.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Um it won't flush, I tried earlier but it won't work" she lied, trying to sound confident. Bucky narrowed his eyes, as if he was debating whether she was telling the truth or lying. Violet froze for a second, wondering if he was going to fall for her lies and when his eyes flickered to the toilet and then back to her, she tensed up even further. But she relaxed when he shuffled over to the toilet, sighing gently in relief.

As he inspected the toilet, Violet noticed the keys still in the door.

Perfect

She began to reach under her pillow, grabbing hold of the metal pipe and forming a tight grip around it. She slowly began to move closer to Bucky, creeping up behind him and gradually pulling the pipe above her head, ready to take a swing.

Bucky flushed the toilet, hearing it flush normally and he narrowed his eyes.

"Looks fine to me- "Violet swung the pipe across the back of his head, hitting him as hard as she good and a hard groan escaped from him, his hand instantly touching the back of his head. He stumbled slightly and Violet took that as her chance. She dropped the pipe, hearing it clunk on the floor and made a run for the door. Bucky staggered slightly, blood now on his palm and bleeding into his hair and he looked over to door, eyes widening slightly and a growl coming from him.

Violet rushed out the door, slamming it and quickly turning the lock, screaming as his hard body hit the door, trying to slam it open but it didn't budge. Unknown to Violet, this cell had been designed and created to hold any super soldier. The door was made from a high steel with the lock reinforced to stand the amount of strength they had. Bucky screamed from the other side, punching the door with his metal fist, the metal clanging together as he tried to force the door open.

"Open this door!" he screamed, and Violet backed away, running for her life. He punched and punched, the door slowly getting dented each time, the force slowly breaking down until it would become so weak it would snap.

Violet gasped in fright, running for the exit door. She slammed herself into it, thinking it would open like that, but she was met with a locked door. Her hands fumbled to find the handle but there wasn't one.

"Fuck!" she whispered to herself, looking over her shoulder encase the angry soldier was behind her.

But then her eyes caught the keypad and she smiled in glee.

She made a mental note of the code when Bucky had first brought her here and she quickly typed it in, hands instantly pressing together as if she was praying for the door to open. The beep made her stomach drop and the door opened. The bright sun blinded her as she was met with the outside, fresh air hitting her face and she was blown away.

Without a second thought, she sprinted forwards, not wasting anytime in her escape.

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