Parallels『𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜』

Chapter Seven ♡︎

A/N: here's a cute seb picture <3

It had been a long two months. Time went quicker when you were sent on missions. But you’d been needed for nothing. After quickly eliminating Hydra’s two main threats at the ball everyone else had been cautious, and done as Hydra had asked. Therefore it meant you and Buck were left in the cell to rot until they needed you again.

You had spent most days training  with Buck, both of you paranoid of hurting one another. However it was just basic throws and punches. Neither of your suits or weapons were left in your cell. Hydra didn’t trust you like that. When you woke up, Buck was already awake and working out with the old, tattered punch bag hanging in the corner of the room. 

“Good morning,” you said, standing up and stretching. You folded your blanket and placed it under the mirror alongside Buck’s. You brushed through your hair with the old wooden comb and tied your hair up. “Any missions today?” you asked Buck as you stood on your toes to look through the glass window of the cell door. 

The corridor was still empty and the lights were off. It was completely dark. The only light in your cell came from a lamp that looked like it could burn out at any given moment. “How do we even know it’s morning?” you asked Buck, sitting down against the wall. 

“Trust,” responded Bucky, as he hit the bag harder. It hit the wall with a thud. And he kicked it again. 

How many days have you been here? It felt like forever but you could faintly remember outside this place. Only faintly. No faces, no specific places. But you remembered daylight, and better tasting food than old bread and warm water. Buck sat down next to you. “I hate this damn place,” he said, dropping his head into his hands. “It fucks with your head,”

“I know,” you said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He had been here since you had. Whether it was longer or not you couldn’t remember. But he told you your name. y/n. And he was way more experienced than you were. “Maybe one day we can escape.”

Buck chuckled, as you rested your head on his shoulder. “Maybe one day doll,” he said, you stared at the wall. It had lines scratched into it. As if he had started to keep a tally of how many days he had spent in this stupid cell. You didn’t remember him ever doing it. Maybe he had given up. 

You realised he was holding your hand, as your arm wrapped around him. Your head was resting on his shoulder. And that feeling in your stomach, back at the Ball returned. He was gorgeous, despite the lines of worry that were on his face. His expression showed the years of torture he had clearly endured and how he hated himself as what Hydra made him. His eyes were so beautiful, but they told you how much he had been through. His muscles were clearly sculpted by a God. He was perfect. 

You unwrapped your arm from around him, and let go of his hand. You suddenly felt awkward. “Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Buck, you looked panicked. “Hey y/n talk to me,” he said as you shuffled further away from him. 

“Nothing, nothing,” you responded quickly. You stood up and made your way to the punching bag. Just ignore him, you thought to yourself as you started kicking and punching the bag. Pretend he’s not there. You kicked the bag in the middle, causing it to loudly hit the wall. You jumped at your own strength. 

You felt a cold hand on your shoulder. Turning to see Buck. He’d removed the glove he always wore, and you saw a silver steel on your shoulder. “Talk to me,” he said, moving his metal hand to take yours. “We only have each other,” 

Lie. Think of a lie.

“Uh I feel sick,” you said, clearly confused at your own response. Buck raised an eyebrow, “Yeah I think the bread we ate yesterday messed me up,”

“Right,” said Buck, he definitely didn’t believe you. 

You moved away from him again, the fingertips of his hand grazed yours as you moved away. A spark ran up your spine. Stop it. He was the only person you had. You couldn’t feel like this towards him. Not when at any minute Hydra could walk in. It was better this way anyway. No attachments meant no pain. 

“Are you sure?” asked Buck as you leaned against the wall. You let your head fall back and you covered your face with your hands. Buck felt like he had made you uncomfortable. He hated that. 

All he wanted was to be there for you. 

But he’d fucked that up too. 

“Yeah no I’m fine really,” you said, praying that a guard would come in and tell you you had a mission. Buck curled up his metal fist, feeling anger at himself. You watched him, staying back. “Hey look no it’s fine, Buck-”

“Shit,” he shouted, turning and punching the wall. His face was red, and he’d left a dent in the old brick. Flakes of green paint fluttered down to the floor as Buck recollected himself. You looked away, scared he would do it again and a guard would hurt him. “I’m sorry y/n,” 

You walked over and pulled him into a hug. “I just want to protect you,” he whispered into your ear as he held you tighter. “Because what I really want to do is this,” he pulled back and used his flesh hand to tilt your chin so you looked at him. He closed the small distance between you with a gentle kiss that made you shiver. 

Hearing footsteps you pulled back, despite not wanting too. The lock of the door clicked and the metal of the door scraped against the floor as it was pushed open. A file was thrown on the floor. “We have a new target,” the guard said, “you’ll love this one Angel,” he looked at you before walking away. 

Buck picked up the file and opened it. A small photo slid out and you caught it before it fell to the floor. You looked at the photo, and you recognised the boy stood staring at the camera. His hair pushed back from his face, he stared into the camera. “y/l/n,” said Buck, “That’s who we’re going after, kill and dispose,” 

You knew this man. 

So why was he your mission?