Summary: You were meant to be taken and tortured for information from the enemy. What Bucky does instead is something completely different. Instead of the questioning, instead of the torture, he's quick to change his mind as soon as his eyes set upon you. You're his now, neither of you know it yet though.
You've been locked up and have been used for personal entertainment for as long as you can remember. You don't remember much from before you were locked up in the basement, not even your parents and definitely not your own name. The people who took you all those years ago never called you by name and since you had been so young you hadn't known you should remember such small details.
In all the years you've been with these people, they've never let you out of the basement willingly. Of course, you had tried multiple times to get away, especially when the two men would hurt you when you first got to the basement. You stopped running though, you knew it was useless now, there was nowhere you could run where they couldn't find you and hurt you worse. The men while never using your name, also never used one another's name either. You had come up with your own names for them instead to single them out.
The older one is tall with white and grey hair with brown eyes. His whole being is pretty much undescriptive until he takes off his shirt where he has multiple scars. You named him Pepper. The other one, while much younger than his companion- you believe him to be a relative- a son perhaps. This one has blonde hair with brown eyes and just as tall as Pepper but is nicer some days and crueler others. He's got even more of a battered body than his much older look-a-like, but he looks more durable. He's got a scar that goes from his left pectoral down across to his right rib, it looks brutal and jagged and for that reason alone, you've name him Scar.
Loud crashing and yelling can be heard from where you are in the basement, something has been wrong for a couple of weeks now as your torment has been worse, you've never heard anything like this before. The door flies open, and Scar comes barreling down with crazy looking eyes. You shoot up from your dingy little cot instantly.
"Put these on," Scar demands as he scans his handprint to unlock the glass enclosure. "Hurry up, we have to get moving before they get here."
He tosses you a pair of skimpy looking shorts and a sweatshirt. You don't hesitate with his demand; however, you do question who he seems to be afraid of.
"Who? Where are we going?" you ask while pulling your long dark hair through the shirt as Scar roughly begins to drag you out.
"Shut up and don't worry about it," he hisses. "Stay close to me no matter what, understand? These people want to hurt us, and they won't hesitate in hurting you."
Your eyebrows pull together as you keep your comment to yourself. You hurt me too, there's nothing anybody else can do that you haven't, surely. Scar continues to pull you with him up the stairs into the main house where you see people walking about shouting orders and looking angry. A couple of men look at you as if you're something to eat, you try to hide behind Scar but he has none of it, he doesn't care you're uncomfortable.
"Is the car ready?" Scar questions one particular man that has made it down to the basement on a handful of occasions… you instantly start backing away. "What the fuck did I say, girl?" Scar hiss's, raising his hand to back hand you.
You only release a small gasp; you've had worse lashings anyhow. Suddenly you're being drug away into a different direction in the house towards a door. Oh, you're going outside. Freedom? Is Scar letting you go? No, no, he said he's taking you somewhere else… There is a black SUV that you're shoved into the back of. Someone is in the front ready to drive while there is another in the passenger seat and the two of you in the back just before Pepper opens the door to your left causing you to jump.
"We need to get going, NOW!" Pepper shouts.
The pounding in your chest of your heart is the only thing you can hear until suddenly there is a loud crashing sound and glass is shattering all around. There is a ringing in your ears that disorients you even more as you try to move, you can smell something funky and just as the ringing begins to die down in your ears, your adrenaline kicks in. Pepper and the two men up front are semi-conscious trying to move, while Scar is completely knocked out and since you hadn't had safety measures taken, you're now right next to the door.
Gunfire ensues. The men in the SUV fire back which gives you enough time to get away- painfully, but this is your only chance to do it. Swinging open the back door you literally fall out onto your ass but unfortunately your bare feet meet some broken glass as you twist to get up.
"Someone grab her!" Pepper shouts making you try to get away faster.
You can tell the crash did more damage than you had thought before as your body protests your movements. Arms encircle your waist; hot breath shoot down your neck and you scream in frustration.
"Where do you think you're going, young one?" the man growls panting.
Just a second later, the man grunts and the weight of his body knocks the both of you to the ground- hard. You realize whoever has been shooting at you guys, had shot him and killed him. Now it is back on you to wiggle yourself out from under his body to run. The way that the shooters are coming at you from all sides, you only have one area you can run to so as soon as your feet hit the concrete, you take off running in that direction.
"God damn it! We need back up! She's gotten away!" Scar screams from somewhere behind you.
Bucky Barnes had instructed his crew to create a specific area in which the girl he had seen trying to run away, could right into his trap where they would then take her back and proceed to drill her. She would be the perfect in to get under the enemy's skin. His plan works like a dream, the girl runs in his direction and by the looks of it she's seriously injured which causes him to frown. He doesn't like the idea of her being hurt suddenly. Actually, it enrages him to the point of seeing red. As you run toward him, he braces himself to collide with his body with your own, stopping you in your tracks and causing a scream to instantly leave your lungs.
"Shh, shh, shh," the unknown voice coos over the repeated gunfire as his warm muscular arms wrap securely around your upper arms, pinning them down to your sides. "Calm down, doll," the smooth deep voice says into your ear. "'m not gonna hurt ya."
Tears pour out of your eyes as your body begins to relax at the sound of his voice because while you know this man is dangerous, you'd rather be with him than with Pepper or Scar. You let the muscular man shield you until the two of you are a good distance away from the gunfire where he pushes you gently down to sits down in an ally and pulls out a flashlight.
"Let me see your feet, baby doll," the man demands as he kneels in front of you shinning the light towards your feet.
"I- I'm fine," you lie, trying to recoil from his touch as he grabs ahold of your right ankle in his insanely large hand.
"You're not going to lie to me," he replies, his voice cold and angry, making you shiver with freight. "Let me see your feet. Now."
A small whimper escapes your throat as you hesitantly allow your foot to be lifted in his grasp. The man mutters under his breath before carefully placing your foot down, stretching your leg out so you don't put pressure on it and taking your left foot in his hand to inspect it as well.
"Okay," he says, "I'm going to carry you the rest of the way. You're going to keep quiet and cooperate, understand?"
You simply nod but that doesn't seem to satisfy the man in front of you as he arches an eyebrow towards you.
"Use your words, doll. Tell me you understand," he demands.
You frown slightly, didn't he just instruct you to keep quiet? "I understand…"
He smirks. "Good girl. I'm going to pick you up now, if you're in pain or it's uncomfortable you can tell me by tapping three times on my arm, understand?"
You damn near swoon at being called a good girl dear lord… "I understand."
The man picks you up bridal style as if you weigh nothing carefully situating you as best as he can to cause the least amount of pain. As his arm hits a certain spot on your spine however, you can't help the yelp of pain and the new burst of tears that escape you. Bucky is quick to move his arm away from that spot, changing his mind in how he decides to carry you and instead has you flush against his front with one arm under your butt while the other is crossing over your back with his hand on the back of your neck. You sniffle as you lay your head down in the crook of the stranger's neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent that seems to have you relaxing in no time.
"Good girl," he praises.
There's that good girl again… it sends cold chills up your spine and goosebumps everywhere. It's embarrassing. You must've passed out as the man walked you to wherever because you wake up in a car again but you're straddling his lap as he's talking to someone else in the car or maybe on the phone.
"She's not going to be able to tell us anything," a different voice from behind you in the front of the car.
"No shit," grunts the man under you.
"Did she even tell you her name?" the other man asks, seeming agitated.
"Steve, get us the fuck home and shut the fuck up."
Bucky was in no mood for his best friends questioning and disappointment, no he was angry that his plan has backfired instead. He had wanted you for information but instead of information, he's got questions and emotions involved and Steve knows it. Ten minutes later finds the three of you pulling into Bucky's fortress of a mansion.
"Let's get you cleaned up and in bed, doll," Muscle Man murmurs lowly in your ear as he opens the door and carries you out.
You keep yourself situated where you are, head in the crook of his neck with your eyes closed and your hands in front of you in your lap. Muscle Man opens the door easily, walking inside not even bothering to flip switches as he goes until I hear a door open and close after walking up a flight of stairs. Letting your eyes flicker open, you see you're in a bedroom, it smells exactly like Muscle Man and as he pulls out clothes from a dresser you know you're correct. Next he walks into the bathroom where he flips on the light and gently places you on the countertop where you sit up on your own.
His face shows a look of shock before it's quickly wiped away. "How long have you been awake?"
You shrug your shoulders slightly; you've never really had a sense of time. "I- I don't know my name," you decide to reply.
"That long?" he scoffs softly with an amused look before walking over to a small closet and pulling a plastic box out. "I need to get that glass out; it's going to hurt before it feels better but I promise once the glass is out it'll feel better."
You swallow the lump in your throat and nod not trusting your voice to say anything in response. Scar had lied when he said these people wanted to hurt you, from what you can tell all this man has done thus far is take care of you. Naturally, that could be subject to change at any given moment however, it hasn't happened yet and you had admitted to being awake for what you now assume to be a chunk of time.
"My name is James Buchanan Barnes," Muscle Man tells you. "You can call me Bucky."
Bucky. You smile internally. "Bucky," you test it out on your tongue.
Bucky smirks. "And your name, doll?"
Oh… he didn't believe me… You frown a bit as he pulls a small stool over and begins to pluck out the glass shards from your left foot carefully.
"I don't know my name," you repeat softly, looking down at your hands.
Bucky pauses his motions and looks intently at you momentarily before nodding slightly. "Well… we're just going to have to fix that, now, won't we?"
You say nothing. Bucky finishes rather quickly and switches to your right foot where you jerk back at one particular shard making Bucky grip you tighter and glare at you.
"Doll, I know it hurts, but you need to let me get it out," Bucky tells you in a stern voice.
It takes a few moments, but you're able to relax your leg back down so that Bucky can once again begin working at the glass. You gasp loudly as it is finally pulled free.
"Where else are you hurt?" Bucky asks. "Your back, right?"
You nod. "That wasn't from tonight," you whisper, shifting slightly uncomfortably. "I think I was just knocked around in the car and my feet hurt is all."
Bucky hadn't been paying close attention to other parts of your body aside from what he knew needed immediate attention. The sweater you have on is large and baggy, covering you up nicely until its shifted and you're trying to hide. He tilts his head with his eyebrows pulling together.
"Didn't I tell you not to lie to me, doll?" Bucky asks with anger lighting up his piercing ocean eyes.
Bucky has stood up from the stool and is now forcing the sweater up over your head as you cry out in protest. You're completely bare except for the short skimpy shorts that leave nothing for imagination. Bucky sees everything, every little imperfection on your body. All the current bruising is caused by the Monster… the burn spots on you as well, specifically the one on your spine… all from Monster.
"Who did this to you?" Bucky asks, his tone grave.
Bucky scans over your body and see's the telltale hand markings on your inner thighs making him want to go hunt down every one of the mother fuckers who dared touch what was his and beat them to a pulp. Silently, he makes you a promise to find out who all did this to you and kill them slowly. He'll even offer you the chance to get a few hits of your own in.
"Baby doll," Bucky's voice is rough, making you look up. "That's not going to happen here, you hear me?"
You're not sure what to say so you don't say anything. Bucky slowly raises a hand to your face, wiping your tears and carefully pull you into his arms once more so he can see your back. You hide your face in the crook of Bucky's neck, breathing in his scent to help calm yourself, something you are quickly becoming addicted to.
"I'm going to start you a bath- "
Your body is instantly flailing, you don't realize you're screaming bloody murder until Bucky is trying to wrap you up in his arms and shove your face in his neck while shoving two of his fingers in your mouth. While you end up gagging on his large fingers, you do come back into yourself enough to stop screaming.
"I'll be good, I promise I'll be good! I don't want iced, I'll be good," you whimper against Bucky.
"Oh, doll," Bucky sighs sadly. "You're going to have to trust me. I haven't given you reason not to, have I?"
"No," you whisper.
"Then continue to trust me, baby doll. You can't be on your feet for long and you need to bathe. Once your feet have healed you don't have to take anymore baths, okay?"
Bucky runs the water, making sure the water is nice and warm for you as you had mentioned not being iced. It hurt to see you so terrified by something so mundane as a bath. When the water reaches a certain level, he strips you out of the shorts and carefully lowers you into the tub. Your whole body is trembling still so Bucky pulls out his cell phone and calls someone.
"Bring me Midazolam," he says into the phone before tossing the phone to the side and prying one of his hands away from your iron grip. "Doll, try to relax until I can give you something to calm you down."
You watch his hand begin slowly scoop up water into his hand and dispense it over your skin making you cry and clutch at him even harder. By the time Steve knocks on the bathroom door of Bucky's room, Bucky has claw marks going down his wrist. Bucky situates the shower curtain to make sure you're out of his best friends view before calling him in. Steve can hear you crying and splashing around, making him narrow his eyes at Bucky who rolls his eyes.
"Now would be fucking great, asshole," Bucky snaps.
Steve hands over the sedative with a shake of his head and waits for you to inject it.
"Just a small prick, doll," Bucky tells you softly just a second before you feel the needle in your arm and the slight coolness when he injects it. "You'll feel better in a few seconds." Bucky looks back over to Steve when he hands over the needle once the drug has taken effect and you've gone slack in his arms making him let out a sigh of relief. "Do you know what being iced means?"
Steve frowns at Bucky. "Typically, a person is forced to stay in ice cold water. Depending on who does it will depend on the severity of it."
Bucky nods. "Find out how they do it over there," he instructs, leaving no room for argument.
"Will do boss," Steve bows out of the room and heads back towards his own.
Bucky makes quick work of bathing you, enjoying the silence and the feel of you under his calloused hand as he washes you carefully. "That's a good girl," he whispers to you in your relaxed state. When it's time to rinse you, he unplugs the drain and starts up the water once more- making sure it's warm for you again. "We're almost done, doll. You're being a good girl for me, so good."
Tears still prick at your eyes due to the bath however due to the medication you feel physically calm just not mentally calm. Rinsing your body and hair thoroughly, Bucky shuts the water off and wraps you up tightly in a towel.
"Doing so good babydoll," Bucky will murmur every so often as he carefully dries you off and wraps you in a big fluffy robe.
You're not sure if the craziness of the day is catching up to you or if it's the medication, but your eyelids begin to droop and you're struggling to stay awake now that you're wrapped up and warm.
"I'm taking you to bed so you can sleep. I'll be just down the hall on your left…"
Whatever else Bucky says falls on deaf ears as you succumb to exhaustion and have fallen asleep by the time the covers go over you. For a short time, Bucky stands there just watching you sleep in his bed with a small pout on your lips. Who are you and how in the hell did this mission go from gather and torture you for information to… whatever this is?
"Hey boss," knocks Steve, looking every bit as tired and worn down that Bucky feels and looks right now.
"Find anything?" Bucky perks up a bit, taking a swig from his glass of scotch.
"Yes and no. So, this girls' parents were apparently brilliant people who owed millions of dollars to the head of the Hydra." Steve passes over his tablet to Bucky to read. "One thing led to another, and Hydra offed said parents before finding their little girl hiding while trashing the house."
Known for making a super serum… "Did you cont- "
"Yeah boss. It appears the girl was an experiment right from birth."
"Thanks Steve. Turn in for the night, we'll regroup in the morning," Bucky instructs, handing back the tablet and shutting down his computer.
Steve bids Bucky a good night before retreating down to the kitchen and leaving Bucky to do his own thing. Walking quietly into his bedroom, he checks on your sleeping form in his bed to ensure you're… well he's not sure why he checks on you but he does. Still sleeping soundlessly, he's quick to grab a change of clothes and take the quickest shower ever.
By the time Bucky is out of the shower and dressed for bed he can hear your soft cries which makes his heart clench. Walking back into the bedroom he sees your sleeping form tangled in the sheets with the blankets on the floor.
"Shh babydoll," Bucky soothes quietly as he gets himself comfortable in bed next to you after picking up the blankets. "You're safe," he continues, "you're okay babydoll, I'm right here."