Those four days passed by quickly. In that time Steve and I had taken training more seriously and most of the sparring matches I won. By the time we were on the jet I was feeling more like my old self, the old self that existed in hydra. My physical appearance may not change but I gained strength quickly and could always feel the muscles cradling the power nicely.
Sam, Steve and I sat watching a movie together. It was some action movie that I hadn't bothered to actually learn the name of nor was I paying attention to it. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for anything and everything that could go wrong. Steve reached over squeezing the back of my neck. I glanced at him and his expression was a mixture of concern and understanding. I gave him a curt nod before turning back toward the movie. Sam had suggested watching a movie to keep our mind off of the mission but that wasn't happening. Too much could happen with Bucky if he were in fact there. I took a deep breath leaning against Steve and closed my eyes hoping to catch some sleep.
I panted harshly as I ran through the abandoned streets that I didn't quite recognize. I gambled with a quick glance tossed over my shoulder. Bucky grew closer with each slow and steady step. I grunted in frustration and pushed my legs to go faster. They burned with the effort, the muscles screaming for the heavy workout to stop. I couldn't stop though. Bucky walked after me holding that damn shock collar. I turned sharply, jumping into a broken window of an abandoned building hoping to lose my pursuer in the rooms and halls.
I continued running and panting, glancing back once more just to see Bucky closer than he'd been before. I felt tears burn my eyes as I ran into a room that ended up being a dead end. I back peddled running into a hard chest. I whipped around to see Steve giving me a gentle smile.
"You're finally here, we've been waiting." He said grinning at me.
I spun back around to see a dimly lit bedroom. Worse, Bucky was sitting on the bed, shirtless with the shock collar in hand.
"Steve, please," I begged.
"Don't worry Jay, we're going to have some fun," Steve said pushing me closer to Bucky.
"Have a seat," Bucky commanded.
"No, Steve don't make me do this please." I pleaded pushing back against Steve as he continued to push me forward.
"Shh. We won't hurt you." Steve whispered in my ear.
I sobbed as I was pushed onto the bed with the other man. I felt a pair of lips on mine. I opened my eyes to see Bucky's eyes as he kissed me gently. I cried harder as I felt Steve behind me running his fingers over my hip and Bucky buckled the collar in place.
"Good boy," Buck said against my mouth.
I jolted awake looking around. I was still leaning against Steve and Sam made some muffled noise and a wise crack about moaning.
"Jay, are you okay?" Steve whispered in my ear.
I nodded pressing my body closer to Steve's. The real Steve, not the horrid dream Steve. I also tried to ignore Sam's snickering and my Semi-hard state.
"Come on boys, we have about twenty minutes before we land. Suit up." Nat said poking her head in.
We hopped up, Steve and I going to our room. The whole way there Steve kept glancing at me. Giving me concerned looks.
"Jay, what were you dreaming about?" He asked as we entered the room.
"Nothing." I lied as I pulled his suit out for him.
"Are you sure?" He asked stripping down.
"I'm sure," I said helping him dress.
As soon as he was ready I morphed getting myself ready as well. We met up with the others and prepared ourselves for a fight. I stood between Steve and Thor as Fury gave us direction. Tony made some remark and Nat rolled her eyes. Once we were all ready we were released into the base. I caught Bucky's scent almost immediately and got Steve and Nat's attention before following it.
We took out every agent on the way as I continued following his trail until we found him, sorta. He gave a final backward glance as he drove away. That didn't stop our chase, however, the three of us hopped into another vehicle that Nat hot wired. We drove after Bucky until we were level with his car. Steve had the window ready to jump over but I darted out busting the back window. Bucky swerved a bit but continued on his course.
His strong scent assaulted me but I bit back the fear and jumped at him taking his mechanical arm in my mouth, clamping my teeth down. He released a grunt and swerved again. He jammed his arm back forcing my jaw open painfully. I whimpered as his arm was pulled from my mouth and I was knocked to the back seat. I shook my head sending droplets of blood everywhere. I morphed back and jumped up locking my arms around his neck.
He took both hands off the wheel to pull me over the seat pushing my head down to the gear shift. My body jolted as we hit something and my perception of direction was thrown off as we flipped. The hand on the back of my neck tightened and loosened before letting go completely. I heard Bucky cuss as we were dropped. I landed awkwardly on the ceiling, lying painfully on my shoulders. Everything was fuzzy, all of my senses being enveloped by cotton. I looked over at Bucky to see blood pooling beneath him. I groaned pulling myself into a better position so I could grab him and pull us out of the twisted metal frame. I heard tires screech, coming to a halt. I thought I heard someone shouting but I was too busy trying to clear my vision.
I looked down at Bucky who was still bleeding profusely, sprawled across my lap, half sitting so his face was buried in my neck, staining my clothes crimson. I looked around the obviously abandoned building taking in the damp air, the moldy and dusty smell, and the very familiar sight.
I heard someone calling out again but didn't have time to turn before I was roughly grabbed and pulled away from Bucky. I looked at Steve confused. His face was full of concern and I couldn't fathom why until he touched my face and pulled back his hand to show me blood. He was talking but his voice sounded muffled and heavy like I was under water. My eyes brows furrowed as I tried to focus on what he was saying.
My stomach turned as Sam ran up to us too quickly for my eyes also causing dizziness to bombard my head. I leaned away from Steve as he grabbed my arms to steady me. I turned spilling my stomach's contents on the dirty floor of the building.
"He has a concussion, we need to get him to a doctor." I heard Nat say urgently. "He's losing a lot of blood."
"Jay, are you done puking?" Steve asked rubbing my back.
I shook my head as my body convulsed again causing blinding pain to shoot through my skull. I almost collapsed but Steve caught me holding my body up.
'I think I'm done." I said speech slurred.
"Alright come one, Shield's on their way." He said softly.
"What about Bucky?" We'd been on a mission for him, right? No, not quite.
"Tony and Thor have him covered," Steve said walking me into the too bright sun light.
"No is he okay? he needs a doctor too, he was bleeding pretty bad." The puddle of blood underneath him had been his right? I didn't see any blood coming from him though.
"Jay, he only has a few minor cuts," Steve said stopping to wait for our ride to land.
I looked down to see my blood soaked clothes, torn and tattered but clinging to my body. Only my head was bleeding. Maybe it wasn't, I didn't feel pain from anywhere else.
Steve continued to walk me until we got into the medic bay where we were swarmed by nurses. I ended up being hit with dizziness again but this time my vomit ended up on a nurse who wouldn't leave me alone or heed my warning. Soon they had me sitting in a bed with a trash can in my lap and I puked several more times before Fury and Dr. Allen made an appearance. Steve and Fury stepped out of the room so they could talk and Dr. Allen got to work. My brain flickered in and out as the pain became unbearable. When I was finally able to keep my eyes open for more than five minutes I noticed my vision was clear and my hearing didn't sound muffled.
"Mr. Moore, are you with us?" Dr. Allen asked playfully.
"Yeah, I think so," I said looking around the room.
Steve and Nat were crowding one side of the bed, Fury stood by the door and Dr. Allen stood on the other side smiling softly.
"Good, but your speech is still a little slurred. How are you feeling?" She asked.
"Tired. I have a head ache." I said laying my head back.
"Any nausea left? Blurry vision? Tingling or numbness anywhere?" She questioned checking my vitals.
"I'm fine," I said blinking against the light she shined in my eyes.
"Alright, take Tylenol for headaches, dizziness may occur, there might be some more nausea or vomiting but that's all normal. Come back in two weeks and I'll remove your stitches. And avoid any strenuous activity this includes riding a roller coaster or starring in a rodeo." She grinned.
My cheeks flushed and Nat doubled over next to me laughing. Steve looked very confused while the director tried to hide his amusement.
"What?" Steve asked.
"None of those bucking broncos, huh, Jay?" Nat said nudging my leg.
"What are you talking about?" Steve asked.
"No sex for us," I said bluntly causing the other three people to laugh.
"Oh," Steve said stupidly trying not to blush.
"Alright, you two have fun, just not too much fun." Dr. Allen laughed giving us a wink.
Steve helped me stand up and kept a hand on my lower back as he walked me to the car. Once we were in I couldn't help but ask. "What happened to Bucky?"
"You don't need to worry about him. Shield has him detained until they figure out how to undo what Hydra did. He's coming back sort of. I talked to him while you were out. He's... Aware. Jay, you had the opportunity and the motives... when you jumped into his vehicle I expected to only find one of you alive." He whispered.
"I had no intention of hurting him more than I had to. I'm glad he's aware. Once we find out how they brain washed him I want to help destroy it." I said.
"Thank you." He said voice cracking.
I leaned back turning my head to look at him. "I care about you."
"I love you too." He said pulling the car into the driveway.
I smiled hopping out of the car and walking into our house. Steve followed closely behind me. I went upstairs and grabbed clean clothes so I could shower. I let the hot water wash away the blood and dirt stuck to my body. I sighed happily as I turned off the water and stepped out drying my body. My body felt fresh but my head was still fuzzy, nothing like it had been but it was a bit irritating. I ran my fingers over the stitched together gash on the left side of my head. My brows furrowed as I tried to recall exactly how it had happened but I couldn't get a good grasp on the blurry memories.
"What's on your mind? Does your head hurt?" Steve asked from his spot on our bed.
"No, I just hate head injuries. Every memory leading up to it is exaggerated and under played." I said crawling onto his lap.
"I know, it'll be better soon." He said kissing my nose.
"What do you want for dinner?" I asked playing with a loose string on his shirt.
"Oh no, you don't even think about cooking for the next few days. I'll figure it out but as for tonight, Nat, Maria, and Sam are coming over and Nat's bringing pizza." He poked my nose.
I swatted his hand away smiling," What are the plans then?"
"Movie night, Maria and Sam still think we need to be educated on movies." He chuckled stroking my him.
"Awesome, maybe we could sneak off while they're distracted." I joked.
"Sorry Jay, no sex until your head is healed." He said hand moving to my thigh.
I pouted." I'm sure if we take it nice and slow my head will be fine."
"Nope, not going to risk it. But if you're a really good boy for the next week I'll give you a treat." He winked.
"And what does being a good boy entail?" I asked.
"Oh, not much. Just taking it easy, getting plenty of rest, doing what the doctor said and no touching yourself. No matter how bad you want to." He smirked.
"Why would I want to?" I questioned.
"Just be a good boy." He said kissing my forehead.
"I'll try," I promised.