Imperfect (Bucky x Reader x Loki)

Winter Soldier

TW: Usual Canon Violence, Drugging, Manipulation and SMUUUT

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep...

You were laying down in bed, if you could even call this piece of shit cot a bed.  Lying on your back you huffed as you stared at the dark ceiling lost in thought. It had been a few days since anyone had came to your cell other than to drop you a plate of food. Not that you minded. Being in here left alone meant being away from all the poking and prodding. They were always taking samples or injecting you with something. It was tiring to say the least. You usually came out of it with a busted lip or black eye. They didn't exactly take kindly when you were resistant.

You groaned inwardly as you heard the creak of your metal door open. Probably jinxed yourself. ''Fuck." you muttered as you rolled out of bed and stood up being immediately met by a rough pair of hands and cold cuffs.

"Be a good girl today, huh?"

You narrowed your (e/c) eyes as they met cold brown eyes.

"You know Rumlow if you weren't...well you. I'd almost like when you say that." You smirked yanking your hands and walking away from him once the cuffs were in place. That was until he yanked you back right up against him and tightened the cuffs an uncomfortable amount. He reached up and gripped your chin between his fingers bringing your face almost an inch from his. You could feel his hot breath against your lips and you absolutely hated it.

"You just don't know when to..." He was suddenly cut off by a throat being cleared from the door.

He immediately released your chin dropping his hand to his side. You let out a breath that you hadn't realized you had been holding and took a step back.

"They're ready for her." The husky voice came from beside you now and the sudden feeling of metal gripping gently onto your right elbow drew your attention.

"Of course." Rumlow replied as he took the opposite elbow. His grip a whole hell of a lot harder.

"Soldier." You were almost relieved seeing him. Although most were afraid of him, you weren't. You weren't sure why but he always seemed to be the most gentle with you compared to the others.

His blue eyes met your (e/c) eyes. A curt nod and he was pulling you forward leading you through the halls. You blinked a few times trying to adjust your eyes to the bright lights.

You kept your eyes forward as you allowed them to pull you in the usual direction of the lab. You couldn't help but wonder what the hell they wanted to do now. With the amount of shit they injected in you you were almost surprised that something hadn't killed you yet.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you came to a halt in front of the familiar large double doors. Rumlow quickly reached with his free hand and put in the security code to unlock the door. When the top of the keypad flashed green the soldier opened the door and ushered you in. Immediately you were being sat down with leather restraints on your arms and ankles locking them into place. You tugged on them but it only bit into your skin causing you to wince.

A scrawny balding man no older than you came forward with a clipboard.

"On a scale from one to ten how have you been physically feeling since we last saw you? One being terrible and ten being great." he didn't even bother looking up from his clipboard at you. Another older man approached you and started taking your vitals and writing them on his own clip board.

You couldn't help but snort at his question. To this he finally looked up at you from his clipboard and raised a brow.

"Tough hair day, huh. Thank you for caring enough to ask." You jeered as you pulled slightly at the restraints again.