Chapter 14

Vince never touched her inappropriately outside of the public eye. She was his glorified slow pony, meant to make him look good. She was dressed sexy but respectable in every outfit he put her in.

She smiled next to him at functions and in private she did his bidding.

She had found a way about a way to get in touch with Natasha during her missions. She used payphone and always kept her conversations to as few words as possible.

If it would not for the glorified collar he had her in Brooke would have been back in Bucky's arms by now.

Hugging him last week had been a mistake, it tore at her heart to have him for only a moment. But he had needed it, she had seen in on his face. Even if it were for a second.

Vince had kept her in the dark for months, but only last week did he demand her to his side. Something was changing, something was happening and she could not figure out what.

"Do you not like champaign?"

He pulled her close to whisper into her ear, to make it seem like they were having an intimate conversation.

Brooke lowered her voice and leaned into him. "I tastes off."

She had a fever since he sent her to the pacific north west three days ago. She had been soaked and out in the cold over night. She was on a lot of Tylenol and had been given three IV bags in preparation for coming out that night.

Food tasted funny and so did her drink. But it was clear he wanted her to drink it, so she took a sip and was rewarded by him 'lovingly' grazing his lips up her cheek.

Brooke was more than aware of the pictures of them that had been published last week. How they had looked like a couple.

She was sure Bucky had seen them by now. Every moment she played this game she knew it would hurt him, but she hoped he could look past that and see this for what it was.

He was smart, he knew that, she was sure. But if she saw him in this situation, despite the facts. She would still be hurt by another women's hands on him, lips on him.

"We would love to see that Lyle." Vince said, pressing his hand into Brooke's back to get her moving.

They walked around from the public gala and down a hallway to a row of hard thick doors.

Lyle went inside and poured two drinks. Vince turned to Brooke and pressed her back agains the wall.

"Stay here." His fingers played along her collar, a threat of what would happen if she tried to run.

As soon as the door clothed Brooke had her heels off and she ran across the another room, closing herself inside. She sighed in relief seeing a phone atop a mahogany desk.

"Hello?"

"Is Bucky nearby?"

Natasha called out for someone to get him. "He's coming, how much time do you have?"

"I don't know a little. I don't have any information for you, I just need to speak to him."

There was a pause, "Are you doing alright?"

Brooke felt the sting in her eyes, before she could answer her friend she heard a rustle as the phone was exchanged.

"Baby."

"Hi!" She sighed, sagging against the desk, "It's me."

"Where are you that you can call me?"

She only ever called Natasha, only ever spat information before handing up. When he heard she was on the phone asking for him, he ran fearing she would be gone before he could get from the gym to the living room.

"A party. Vince was pulled into a meeting. I only have a couple minutes before I need to go back, I just. I don't know what I'm doing anymore James."

She hated how weak she sounded, but she could not help but weaken hearing his voice.

"We are working to figure out how to dismantle that collar. As soon as we do, baby I'm bring you home."

"That sounds nice." She sniffled.

"How are you doing?"

They both knew she was not fine, but she knew he meant the reason she had called him.

"You have one up on me. I only saved you once, you pull this off and I'll owe you one." She tried to joke.

"Brooke..."

She closed her eyes, "I'm scared. I miss you, and everyday I am hurting people... Did you see the pictures?"

"You looked beautiful."

"What about the guy attached to me?"

There was a pause in conversation as Bucky decided what he wanted to say.

"Has he hurt you?"

"I don't see him outside of events and when he sends me on missions."

"The files you send us. The video's of your escape are on there."

"You saw everything?"

They both knew which part she was talking about.

"I did. I'm so sorry we haven't been able to find you, sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

Brooke shook her head, "I want you to know, I did try to get away from Abby. The day of the court hearing, when we were on the phone I know I said I should embed myself, take this place down from the inside out. I meant it as an option at the time, but I- I did try to listen to you and get out."

"I know you did. Natasha caught us up on everything you've told her." Their time was running out. "Where is he keeping you?"

"His place in Vegas. He has a system, like a fence around his unit, I can't gt out without it shocking me... I tried it the first night he left me here. Even if it wasn't, he'd set of the collar the second he knew I ran away. I just have to keep playing his game until you guys figure out how to get his off me."

"As fast as I can. Please hang in there and know I'm coming for you."

Brooke nodded, "Moss Glen Falls, it's- that's in Vermont."

"I know." He nodded.

"He's sending me to Vermont tonight, as soon as we're done here. Meet me at Moss Glen Falls."

"I will."

Brooke hung up, and quickly made her way back into the wall way, setting herself up against the wall.

She was already hating herself for tell him where she would be. What if he did something to put himself in danger? Coming to her would be dangerous.

.

"It could be a trap."

Bucky glared at Sam.

"It's not a trap, it's a chance to look in on my girlfriend and make sure she is as ok as she said she was."

Steve studied his best friend, "Is that why you're going?"

"What does that mean?"

"You can not let Hydra get their hands on you Bucky. Not after everything you have done to move away from them, not with how powerful they are when they have you."

"You think I'm going there to trade my life for hers?"

"That is what I'm asking."

"No, because if I'm in there I can't get her out. I'm not dumb enough to think they'd keep us anywhere near each other. I'm also not asking for your permission, I'm letting you know I'll be back in two days."

Steve nodded slowly. "You go check on her, we'll try to pick up pace on finding a solution to get that necklace off."

"Why don't we just kill Vince?" Sam said earning glares. "Or take him into custody."

"For what?"

"Being a slimy rich bastard." Sam shrugged.

"Not helping. Look, if you want to go Buck, I can't stop you, but I am coming with you. Just incase Hydra is pulling the strings here."

While Steve tagging along felt like he was being babysat, Bucky knew it was smart to have back up nearby in case something did go wrong.

"Wheels up in 10." Bucky said, stating his agreence.

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Brooke did not know why she was standing beside Moss Glen Falls. The water making the night air damn. Her mission started tomorrow morning, she was supposed to be looking around the business finding insider information before she 'accidentally' ran into the women who runs the place tomorrow.

Instead here she was, waiting for Bucky. She had not seen him in almost six months since she had seen him, other than the moment she had with him two weeks back. That minute hardly counted.

"Brooke..."

She sucked in a shaky breath, his voice was so close behind her. She could almost feel his chest brush up against her back.

Almost afraid to do it Brooke turned and raised her gaze to meet his soft eyes.

"Hi Baby."

He pulled her into a tight hug. He had left Steve waiting in the car, but he knew better than to think his best friend was not walking the perimeter to make sure they stayed safe.

"I missed you." He told her, holding her a little tighter.

"It's so stupid for you to be here right now." She whined into his chest, "But I miss you and this is so selfish."

Bucky ran his fingers up the back of her neck, with a light tug of her hair she dropped her head back to look up at him.

"If anyone is being selfish here, it's me." He kissed her.

Something he had wanted to do when she hugged him the other week, but had been too shell shocked to do. He knew what his meeting could mean for her if anyone found out, but despite that, the sound in her voice while they were on the phone earlier, he couldn't not come.

"I know Fury has you on a little side mission while you're here. I know it must be important, but god Brooke, if it means you somehow getting your self into trouble or more danger, Fuck him. Your one thought right now, should be getting out alive. Once you're back home to me, I promise we're going to burn them to the ground. Starting with Vince."

"Would you believe I'd choose him over Abby." She tried to laugh, "Both two twisted sides of the same coin."

"What can I do for you?"

"Nothing!" Brooke stepped away from him and Bucky grabbed her hips, stepping with her. "You being here, you shouldn't be. You don't get to do anything here. It's bad enough I asked you to risk your freedom so that I could see you. This tonight, this is what you can do for me, and in two hours when the sun is up, you can go home."

Clenching his jaw Bucky looked into her scared eyes and knew the role he had to play. He had to stay home while his girlfriend fought this war.

"You killed Abby."

"I started to get flashes of her, the more time we spent together. The first one came after she hit me, I saw the same action played out, but we were younger. James, she killed my mom."

He pulled her back into his chest and kissed her forehead, he held her close. There was not much more he could offer. He could feel all her gear that was strapped to her under the jacket she wore.

"You can strapped up." For just a heartbeat he thought, this could be a trap.

"I'm on a mission, remember?"

He did and he did not like it, her off alone, no one to watch her back.

"You said Vince is keeping you in Vegas. You're safe there?"

Brooke looked down, "I sit around for days at a time until he wants to dress me up or send me out. I haven't had to do anything too extreme. Usually I get to leave people alive. It's mainly the waiting for days on end, the not knowing what is coming for me next that is hardest. And this stupid thing."

Bucky looked down at the shock collar in question. "Beautiful cage."

"Yeah. I stand in the mirror and glare at it. With all my free time there is nothing much else to do. I tried a couple different ways to remove it... Wouldn't recommend."

Cupping her face, Bucky shook his head disapproving, "You said the shocks would get intense enough to kill you."

"And how do you think I found that out? I wasn't going to take Vince at his word." Brooke waved him off. "I don't want to talk about this, me. How are you? You look ok, but you also heal incredibly fast so, that isn't saying much."

"Actually, we've been doing a lot of sitting around, same as you. We're suppose to avoid missions that could be connected to you, so we are pretty much grounded. All I can thing about is getting you back."

Brooke brought their foreheads together, running her hands through his hair.

"Maybe you shouldn't."

"Shut up." He hold her sternly.

"I'm not saying I'm not getting out of here or that I don't want to be with you. I want you to consider how much they have already taken from you, how much of your life has been spent on them."

"Yea and right now they have you, and I'm taking you back."

"How long is it going to take, realistically? If Tony has not already figured out this necklace. It's a freaking necklace Bucky, I'm not coming home any time soon and I know Vince is planing something. He's not showing me off at parties for nothing. And I swear to god James if he dangles me out you better stay the hell home and not fall for it. I am important in this game he's playing, he won't kill me."

"But he'll hurt you." She frowned at him, "You've been favouring your left side."

Brooke looked down embarrassed, "I tried to deactivate the necklace last week, after the gala. I figured he'd take me out again at some point and wanted to escape when he did."

He didn't want to asked but, "And how did you do that?"

"I filled up the tub and took one of the flairs from the emergency kit in the closet. They light under water so I did and then I held my breath and tried to short circuit the system. When that didn't work I placed the flair in the sink, the smoke filled up the bathroom and I knew it would set off the alarm earlier enough so my 'body guard' would come find me."

"I went back underwater and breathed out. I held myself under and forced myself to breath in. I woke up to Tyler giving my CPR, that's why my ribs are sore."

Bucky's eyes narrowed on her, his brow wrinkled, "You weren't trying to kill yourself."

"No, well yes." His hands tightened on her, "I thought maybe the collar was tied to life somehow, maybe tracking my vitals. I thought maybe if I died, just for a couple minutes, maybe it would interrupt the cycle enough that it would shut off. Then he sent me on a mission in the pacific north west in the middle of hurricane season to punish me."

"Alright." Bucky growled."-"

"Stop." Brooke pressed her hand against his chest. "I get it was dumb ok, I was just. I knew those pictures were going to come out and that you would see them. And I just panicked ok. I wanted to be with you and I wanted. I didn't try to kill myself so I would died, I drowned to myself to try and get back here, to us. I know. I know how that sounds but I hate this feeling in my chest."

"That feeling like I miss you and I can't breathe and maybe for a moment. Just a second before I took that breathe under water I thought I wanted it all to stop. I don't want to die, but I don't want this. I ran away from this, my mother ran from this and tried to keep me out and I still- still I ended up here."

She pulled at his shirt, the panic setting mack in, "And god, we only have an hour left and I just want you, ok?"

"Okay." His voice thick.

Brooke grabbed his hand and pulled him around the corner to a cabin. It was dark inside and vacant when she checked it two hours ago, when she snuck through the window and unlocked the door.

She led Bucky inside, heading straight to the bedroom.

"Did you bring back up with you?" She asked.

"Steve."

Brooke nodded, her bottom lip reddening between her teeth.

Bucky licked his lips, picking her up and placing her on the bed. They only had an hour left together, he was going to make it count.

Removing his shirt Bucky reached for Brooke's only to realize she was wearing a suit under her jacket. She stood slowly, taking off her gear and setting it all on the dresser. Then peeled herself out of her suit leaving her in her lace thong.

Bucky breathed out a rough breath taking her in. He had planned to undress with her but once she started to strip he had not been able to take his eyes off her.

She talked back over to him and made him sit on the bed, climbing into his lap. She wasted no time rocking her hips roughly into his. Bucky's hands were all over her groping her curves.

Reaching down he pulled her thong to the side so her pussy was grinding into rough jean. Brooke shivered violently at the texture and whimpered, her hips rolled faster, her clit catching the seem of his jeans in a teasing manor.

"Get up here." Bucky grabbed hand fulls of her ass and slid her up to his stomach.

Her hips twitched and he smirked at her, giving her a little smack when she did not more right away. Brooke crawled up him, loving the way his lips trailed what he could reach of her body until she was over his head and his mouth was occupied with her pussy.

Bucky groaned and growled against her, his hands pulling her down hard onto his mouth, giving her no space to wiggle away from him. She had been so close to cuming rubbing herself against his jeans, it did not take any time at all to have her silently screaming and cuming on his face.

Brooke fell forward onto the bed for support and Bucky slipped down under her legs. Her ass was in the air and he did not warn her before he slid his cock inside her for the first time in nearly half a year.

His place a rough and she fucked back into his harder, turning her own ass red slapping it back into his hips so hard. She slid her hand under her stomach to cup his balls and he let her play with him for a moment before taking her hand and placing it on her own clit.

He set her at a soft pace, a juxtaposition to what their hips were doing. Slow and strong strokes that had her panting and shivering. Her body was fucking incredible, winding, thrusting and trembling around his cock.

"God, fuck."

She was close. He had gotten her off on his mouth, but as he felt her cunt start to seize around him he pulled out of her and watched her body deflate against the bed. He rolled her over, mindful of her ribs that had to have been aching at the effort she was throwing into to fucking herself on him.

"What are you doing?"

She could hardly catch her breath, like she had been running at top speed for miles and Bucky dropped back down the bed. He held her hips down and flicked her clit gently a couple times, watching Brooke squirm and her thighs tired to close to protect herself for the rough treatment.

He kept the flicks in rhythm with his tongue as he thrust it inside her.

"No, No." She tried to reach and pull him back up her body, she wanted him to fuck her, but she had already had his mouth. "Come up here."

He knew he could have her coming in seconds and he pulled her right to the edge and then got to his knees. He gave her clit two light slaps and pushed back inside her. His body fell over hers, she grabbed onto him, not wanting him to pull away from her again.

Brooke looked at his face. She knew what this was, even if he wasn't sure himself. Bucky was punishing her. He had not say in their relationship currently. When he got to see her, if she was getting hurt, if she was safe in an apartment or out on mission alone.

He felt outta control and in this moment, all he had was control, because Brooke was always more than happy to give it to him.

"Please don't stop." She begged.

Despite how he slid into her, Bucky had slowed them down. He was rutting into her, his public hair torturing her clit. Her hips jerked and rolled under hips fighting to get to her release incase he decided to deny her a little longer.

"Like that, just like that."

"You're perfect." He moaned into her skin.

He pushed her tight off his hip so he had enough space to pull out of her and pump his fingers inside. Brooke frowned and thrashed her head from side to side, no, she did not want his fingers. She tried to hold back in protest, to show him she was not going to give him more of what he wanted unless she got what she wanted. But he was not going to let that happen.

Not after she had drowned herself in the tub, taken a 'stupid risk'. As she was more than sure he saw it as, instead of a chance at getting back to him.

"Don't stop." He told her, fingers pulling her toward her release. "Come on pretty girl. Good, good, that's it."

He praised as she fell apart on his fingers. Her hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, pulling his fingers from her body. He lightly rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb sliding slowly back into her.

Brooke's thighs clammed down on his hips. They'd played hard and he knew she would be more than oversensitive at this point. He touched her sides with sure, petting strokes.

He watched her hips lift off the bed, withering. She used him to ride out her aftershocks and anchor herself.

"No more." She demanded of him.

He felt back over her, his cock full inside her. He pushed against her hips making the head bump her cervix a couple times. She huffed a little uncomfortable and needing more than he was currently giving.

Her hand slapped against the flesh of his side, he continued to push her a little further than he had in the past.

He grabbed her jaw and watched her eyes widen as he ground his head into her. No doubt carving out a small little bruise in its likeness.

"You're going to feel me, this for days. By god if it doesn't stop you in your track the next time you even think about hurting yourself."

He listened to the gasp of air she sucked into her lungs as he pulled back, allowing her to breath again. He fucked her hard and fast, this thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling at her clit, while Brooke desperately rubbed herself around his fingers.

She turned her head and bit into his bicep. Her body was a live wire and he felt her tense as she got close to another orgasm. He knew what she was dreading, but he was not going to pull out this time. Not when he had denied himself the feel of her around his cock multiple times in a row.

He dropped his hips down onto hers, "I'm not going anywhere."

His promise broke her. She whined and moaned and, god fucking damn it did she take him so fucking well.

Her clit twitched and he release it from his tight hold. Moving his hand to play with her nipples while she rubbed herself, bridging herself over the edge. He slowed them right now, fucking her even though he knew she was not entirely present with him.

Her body jerked in the safety of his arms. He fucked her, kissed her and talked her back.

Her clit was off limits now. With the way she was squirming under him and pushing her own hips back into the bed, she needed a break and he knew she would come around him without him having to touch her there.

Wrapping his arms under her body, Bucky licked into her mouth, fucking her with his tongue. Brooke's arms were wrapped tight around his shoulders, their body slick with sweat.

Both aware time had run out, they touched and kissed and played each others bodies. What was happening between their hips a pleasant humm on the back burner. At least for a moment.

Brooke showered while Bucky sat on the bed that had been thurowly sullied by them. He grit his teeth and forced himself to calm, he knew what she was going back to and it was debilitating. But as the water shut off and she zipped herself back into her suit, Bucky forced himself to feel his boots against the cabins wooden floor and the fibre of his shirt against his chest each time he inhaled.

Because there was nothing he could do, but let her go.

She came out of the bathroom and did not look at him as she took her weapons off the dresser and put them back on her person. She turned to him then, eyes holding less emotion than his did.

She had used her time in the shower to harden herself against what was next. He had no doubt when he could not even look at him upon returning to the bedroom.

Walking between his legs, Brooke hugged him, tight. He wrapped his arms just as tight around her. He breathed her in and forced himself to let go when she did.

He got to go back to their friends.

He got to go back to a warm safe bed.

He got to use his own shower gel and shampoo before making himself coffee in the mornings.

She was the one heading back to isolation, fake smiles and forced compliance. He would be whatever she needed him to be right now if order for her to survive what happens once she leaves.

So he forced a blank look to his face and released her without a kiss or pulling her body to hug her just a moment longer. Watching in silence as she crossed the room and lost sight of her as she passed through the living room.

The sound of her opening that door cracked his heart in his chest, he could not help the words that left his mouth.

"BROOKE. You don't ever pull something like that again."

"I hear you."