One Shots || Bucky x Reader || ABC

K || Killer's Kiss ****

Trigger warning: For just about anything really. Seriously. I don't know what came over me.

Note before reading:

If I am ever rejected at the pearly gates of heaven and sent straight to hell, it is probably because of this one shot. See you there you little heathens.

Love,

Nina

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You groaned as you struggled to open your eyes, finding them met by harsh light. Your body felt limp- like it had been asleep for years.

Perhaps it had.

Whereas your muscles were slow to respond, your other senses took in their environment in rapid speed. You could smell smoke, leather, and liquor in the air. As soon as your eyes had adjusted themselves to the light, you found yourself looking at a dark panelled ceiling made of what appeared to be mahogany, in its centre an expensive and intricate-looking chandelier. The room was filled with towering bookshelves, Chesterfield couches, and a bar stocked with whisky bottles you expected cost more than your car. When you found yourself wanting to sit up you felt your stomach twist sickeningly.

Your wrists and ankles were tightly bound with black rope. The burning sensation had barely registered, and only now you started to feel your body come alive and all sensations coming back to you. The seriousness of your situation hit you like a freight train. You whimpered when you ultimately understood what must have happened.

Your plan had gone horribly wrong.

The memories started flowing back into your mind; how you sat down in that dark red dress he had requested. You had felt so nervous, wondering if that tiny little microphone you had tucked into your dress would be visible. You had convinced yourself you would be fine, you had done the research; written more about him than anyone else; had studied him until you knew his case inside out.

Aaron, your editor, had been calling you obsessed for months now. He had reworded most of your work, worrying about the way you had described the Seattle Strangler. He had alerted your boss that you were bordering on the unhealthy, that you were starting to sound more like an admirer than a critic. You didn't understand how it was wrong to recognize how efficiently this man worked, how elaborately he was able to inspire this much fear into people through his being in the world. How he had sent the investigators on a wild goose chase by placing cryptic messages in the newspaper's classifieds. It's how you found him.

Or rather- how he had found you. As your grogginess wore off, you felt your heart pounding louder in your chest as the reality of the situation settled in. You thought back to the crowded restaurant but found the memory felt like a haze. You had picked one of the most popular restaurants in the city to ensure he wouldn't be able to harm you in any way. You had been early, nervously tapping your heel on the floor while you sipped the drugged wine that the waiter had poured for you. The sounds around you had started to sound muffled as if your ears had been plugged. The people moving and talking around you seemed to move extremely slowly, and still, it had been too much for your mind to comprehend. You barely registered the tall broad-shouldered man sitting down opposite of you, his rough fingers grabbing your hand which was resting on the table.

"So sorry I am late honey, the meeting ran late," you heard in muffled tones, but could only stare back in confusion as you tried to have a closer look at the man. His face was a blur- like everything else around him. The only thing that registered in your mind was his thumb stroking the palm of your hand in calm circles. You weren't sure if he was talking to you, or if the people around you were.