Two weeks came and went and it was the night before the mission. I wasn't horribly comfortable with being left alone with Buckky but I wasn't going to back out now. I took a deep breath pushing my nose further into Steve's bare side.
"Are you okay?" He asked looking at me.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said quietly. "Just thinking."
"About what?" Steve shifted so our chests were pressed against each other and he pulled me up until we were nose to nose.
"Things.I just have a weird feeling about this mission. If things go south I want you to know I do care about you. A lot." My voice remained just above a whisper.
"The mission won't go south. I'll be home in two days and everything will be okay. Regardless, I love you too." I smiled at him leaning over to gently kiss him. He smiled into the kiss pulling me as close as physically possible. Eventually, I pulled away panting lightly.
"Don't even think about round two tonight, you have to be up very early tomorrow morning, Mister." I laughed. He gave me an innocent smile and I just rolled my eyes. We did eventually get to sleep and when I woke up the next morning I was a bit disappointed to wake up to an empty bed.
I got up hesitantly and got dressed and went to the gym. Bucky was already there running on the treadmill so I walked onto the bench and began lifting weights. It was something I hadn't done in a while and it felt good to work out my upper body. Bucky and I silently worked out for a few hours until it was time to stop and take a shower to rid our bodies of the layer of sweat.
Bucky used the gym's bathroom and I went upstairs to use the joint bathroom. After my shower, I went to the kitchen and was offered a bottle of water by my metal armed roommate. I accepted it saying a quick thanks as I made us both breakfast. Bucky sat at the table and watched as I cooked simple bacon and eggs. Everything was going so smooth and it made my stomach twist. I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It made choking down breakfast fairly difficult and Bucky seemed to be having the same issue.
After breakfast I made my way to the living room, I thought about watching a movie but ended up just staring at the blank screen. The feeling of impending doom just wouldn't go away. Something wasn't right.
"Jarvis, can you get me a progress report on the mission?" My request was met with silence. "Jarvis?" Again nothing.
"Puppy, is everything okay?" Bucky asked coming in.
"No. Jarvis isn't answering," I informed him trying to keep the anxiety out of my voice.
"Puppy, I don't want to alarm you but I think we should move away from the main area of the house. I've got a bad feeling." He explained.
"That makes two of us." We made our way to the library there was one door and no windows. It was our best bet if something was wrong. I listened carefully but there was no sound. My stomach suddenly dropped as I head the back door open forcefully. I stood up motioning for Bucky to stay put. He looked like he wanted to argue but he stayed quiet. I opened the door quietly. I listened to the labored breathing and a dragging sound. I followed the noise being as quiet as possible. When I reached the cause of the sound my nose was assaulted by the smell of blood and gunpowder. Agent Sparkles looked up and froze. I motioned for him to come closer but the sound of breaking glass wood and glass stopped us.
Agent Sparkles motioned me away before turning and drawing his weapon. The sound of boots coming toward us pushed me to move back the way I'd come. When I made it to the library I pulled Bucky into a hidden corner.
"It's hydra," I whispered.
"Are you sure?" He whispered back.
"Yes. We need to come up with a plan. We need to get you out of here." I kept my ears open.
"What about you? They're after both of us." I gave Bucky a look to shut him up. It would be better if they just took me. They'd never wiped my mind. Bucky knew it too although he wanted to argue.
"What's the plan?" He asked.
"Just stay here, they're upstairs now so don't make any noise. Jarvis being turned off should have alerted the others so just stay here and wait for them to show up." I told him.
"I can't just let you go out there by your self," Bucky argued.
"You can and you will." I bit out. "Now my window is closing. Promise me that you're going to stay put."
"Puppy..."
"Now Bucky." I snapped.
"Okay, I promise." He said.
I nodded, quickly and quietly walking out of the library and into the living room area. I called out loudly for a nonexistent person to move and took off running once I knew I had their attention. I sprinted into the woods and smiled as I heard the agents hot on my trail. I slowed down sightly swearing just loud enough for them to hear me. The air was forced from my lungs as I was tackled to the ground. I gasped trying to fill my burning lungs.
"Where is he, Agent Moore?" One of the agents asked.
"I don't know once we hit the woods we split up," I answered still recovering.
"We need an area sweep." Another said into his radio.
"Now as for you. You're coming with us." The first man said. I struggled against them. Not enough to actually get away but enough for them not to suspect anything. One of the agents that jumped in grabbed my arm forcing it to twist behind my back and snap with a sickening sound. I gritted my teeth against the pain as I was forced into a vehicle. My arm throbbed and my head began to swim as a headache formed. They quickly restrained me and the vehicle started moving. Two agents sat on either side of me, two sat up front and three sat behind us. I settled in and accepted my fate for the moment willing my body to start its natural healing process.
Six hours later we pulled up to a Hydra base swarming with agents. I growled not wanting to be there. The agent to my left got out and turned to pull me out. Several other agents rushed to help. I growled at them and fought to keep them away. I was dragged to a room and strapped to a chair. I didn't have to wait long for the last man I wanted to see to walk in. He was Agent Blane, one of the higher-ups, he was in his late fifties and I couldn't stand him. He was very hands-on and when he touched you it felt like his hands left your skin with dirt and grime caked on it. I glared at him as he gave me a sadistic smirk.
"Good to have you back, Agent Moore." He said smugly.
"I'm not your fucking agent." I snapped.
"On the contrary," He started cupping my face between his hands. "When I'm done with you, you will only know and obey Hydra. I'm going to make you forget all about your friends and your beloved boyfriend."
I growled turning my head and biting into his disgusting hand. He cried out and pulled away using his other hand to grab a tonfa and hit me across the jaw with it. Blood filled my mouth and I spat it at him. He grabbed my jaw painfully and pulled my face closer to his.
"I'm going to enjoy breaking you." He threatened ominously. I glared at him but kept my mouth shut. He left me in that room alone and bleeding. My mind wondered to Bucky. I really hoped that he was okay. I hoped the agents hadn't gone back to the house. Then there was agent Sparkles. Agent Young. I hoped he made it out alive. Then my mind wondered to Steve. Had he and the others were informed of something going on? If so how long would it take them to get back and track me? If they'd be able to track me...
I was woken up by the sound of the door opening and was met with Blane's smug face. I glare at him waiting for him speak. My body tensed as he pulled out a familiar object. He looped it around my neck and buckled it in place.
"Let's try something easy. Just say the words 'Hail Hydra'." Blane said showing me the remote.
"Kiss my ass." I snapped. The electricity running through my body heart, but it wasn't going to break me. Not again. I could handle this. I grit my teeth against the pain.
"I can make it stop. Do you want me to make it stop? All you have to do is say two little words." Blane taunted.
"Fuck you." I spat pulling at my restraints.
"Not the two words I was looking for. Would you like to try again?" He teased.
I leaned forward just enough to puke. Blane chuckled sadistically and turned up the intensity. I was just starting to black out when the shock collar was turned off and Blane smacked my cheek a few times waking me up.
"You puked on yourself, you need a shower." He was fading in and out. Someone pulled me up and walked into another room. My head was pounding and I couldn't fight off the hands that were stripping me. Soon the hands left me and cold water hit my body forcefully. I grit my teeth as I was hosed down. Once that was over and they had me dressed in white sweats and a white tee shirt I passed out.
The next two weeks were full of torture but I was determined not to break. Sixteen days after I was brought here I heard a sound that made my heart soar. There was a scuffle outside my cell that caused my heart to race