• Winter Widow • 1

'Chapter 55'

My head is pounding, that's all I can feel. The rest of my body is numb. Duh, duh duh, Dun, duh duh. I groaned. My eyes wouldn't open but I forced myself to. I needed to wake up even though I just wanted to slip away into the darkness.

My eyes slipped open, I was met with a dingy overwhelming smell that clogged my senses. My vision was blurry but it began to focus on my surroundings.

I was in an concrete building. It was flooded in the left corner, filled with murky water that the smell was probably coming from. My legs were strapped to the uncomfortable metal chair and my arms. Something was around my upper stomach constricting me back as well.

That's when I felt it, I had something covering my mouth. I could feel my hot breath in my cheeks and I struggled to shake it.

I heard a loud clasp and looked up seeing the doors in front of me opened and there he was. Dreyven Dreykov. He had a large rolling table that was wheeled in by one of his men and the other was carrying a camera stand. I felt my throat become tight.

"Lily," He smiled walking up to me and putting his hand in my chin and pulling my face up to look at him.
"Your awake." He said.
"No shit," I mumbled, the mask covering I had said anything.
"Pardon?" He snapped. I shook my head and he scoffed.
"The mask is a good touch isn't it?" He said, he grabbed a broken mirror and held it up to me. I gasped, my eyes watering.

There in my face was the Winter Soldiers mask.

"They call you the Winter Widow for a reason, why not make you really like him?" He picked up a knife and starred at me. He stalked towards me and I tried desperately to do something but I couldn't move, I was strapped to the chair.

"Oh don't go fretting now, I'm just adding another scar to your skin." I tried to flinch away when he grabbed my left arm. He carefully dig the knife into my shoulder and I screamed but the mask covered most of my screams.

It felt like an eternity, he kept dragging the knife around, wiping it every so often until he pulled away.

I had tears streaming down my face as I sat, so vulnerable. His wicked smile etched into his face made me want to be sick. He stood, starring at me like I was his most valuable piece of work.

"I think I'm happy with that." He said grabbing the mirror once more and showing me my shoulder. I turned the other way, scared of what he had etched into my skin. He forcefully grabbed my chin and made me look at his dirty work. I felt more tears flood from my eyes as I saw a blood stained star etched into my shoulder.

"Perfect isn't it? Winter Widow." I shifted my gaze to him and he laughed.
"Not so confident now are we?"
"Now what was next in my to do list?" He thought for a moment before looking at the man with a camera.

"Start it," He said and I looked up at him confused. I watched as the man set up the camera facing me. He nodded and Dreyven looked at me.
"Say hi?" He smirked, I started at the camera scared.

"Here she is!" He smiled putting him hand on my face, I flinched away at his touch.
"She's with me, safe?" He paused and looked at the camera.
"That's for me to decide." He stepped forwards and grabbed a gun from the table and my breaths started to quicken.

"You asked me what I want. I could have money, weapons. Anything you could think of but I have exactly what I want. Her." He clicked the gun.

"She's the one thing you want back but that's not going to happen. So just know that I could kill her, hurt her at any moment and you can't do anything about it." He pointed to gun at me.

"I won't kill her though, she's too valuable. But you have changed her so that she thinks she has a place in the world, that she has a meaning other than to be a killer." He stepped in front of the camera and starred at it.

"I can't kill her but I can remake her. Break her and then rebuild from the ashes. And that's exactly what I'm going to do." He quickly turned at sun the gun at me, pulling the trigger.

The gunshot echoed around the concrete room and I felt a piercing pain in my leg. I let out a scream that echoed from the mask.

"You wont be seeing us anymore but just know, she's out there with me." He smiled before stopping the camera.

I couldn't move and I felt the pain in my leg grow even more and more.

"Your weak, they really did make you feel like you had a place in the world but deep down you know you don't." He starred at me.

"Stop that pathetic whining, tears won't do anything for you here."
"Cheer up, I got a doctor coming for you tomorrow." He said smiling. He turned around and walked out leaving me alone.

Tears streaming down my face and blood pouring from my leg. I was in hell.

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(Bucky's POV)

I couldn't sleep, my eyes wouldn't let me at the rate my mind was going a million miles a minute.
"Bucky, get up we got sent something." Sam pounded on the door. I leapt out of my bed and raced down the hallway after Sam. We ran to the conference room. Tony loaded up the video and I felt my eyes immediately water at the sight of her.

Her hair was mattered and unkept, she was strapped down to a chair, legs arms and body. I felt my breath hitch at the sight of her face, the sight of the mask strapped onto her face. The skin around it was puffed up an obvious sign that it was strapped on too tight.

I looked down into my lap as the boy spoke and I felt like I was going to be sick. The boy spoke and I looked up at her, watching as she looked at the camera.

"She's with me, safe?" He questioned. my heart skipped a beat at the answer.
"That's for me to decide." I watched as he walked out of the frame grabbing something and then he stepped back in. My eyes widened seeing what he grabbed, a gun.

"You asked me what I want. I could have money, weapons. Anything you could think of but I have exactly what I want. Her." He clicked the gun and I clenched my jaw.

"She's the one thing you want back but that's not going to happen. So just know that I could kill her, hurt her at any moment and you can't do anything about it. I won't kill her though, she's too valuable. But you have changed her so that she thinks she has a place in the world, that she has a meaning other than to be a killer." His voice thick and Russian, his words making me grit my teeth together.

"I can't kill her but I can remake her. Break her and then rebuild from the ashes. And that's exactly what I'm going to do." I flinched as he shot her, my eyes flinching down to my lap.

I heard her scream and I felt my eyes tear up. I covered my hand with my mouth as I felt a wave of panic and anxiety wash over me. I abruptly stood up and shoved my way out of the room, I needed air.

I ran my hand through my hair feeling as tears were rolling down my cheeks. I walked out of the elevator and into the night's air, it gave me some sort of comfort but not much.

I took a seat on the metal, a little barrier overlooking the city. I grabbed out my phone and went to the voice mails, seeing that there were some from Lily, I never was really taught how to delete them but I'm glad I wasn't. I tapped the screen, trying to get it to play until it did.

I brought the phone up to my ear and turned the volume all the way up so I could hear her voice.

"Hey Bucky, I was just calling to let you know that your first therapy session won't be fun but you'll get over it, you got this. Just know we are doing just until we are finally free! Then we can get a lot house together, a cute little white one just like you wanted back in the 40's, a white picket fence with a big backyard, and maybe a dog. I love you Bucky! You'll get through this and when you do I'll be waiting for you. Love you lots Buck!"

She then hung up the phone, if only she stayed on it a little longer, what I would do to hear her voice again.

"Bucky," I heard Steve call and I rolled my eyes.
"Not now Steve," I grumbled and he sighed, sitting next to me. He put his hand over my shoulder and I went to shrug it off but he didn't let me.

"What are we going to do Steve," I mumbled, my voice breaking and tears flooding my eyes.
"I don't know Buck," He sighed and I starred at him.
"What happened to the Star spangled man with a plan." I asked, looking over at Steve who was starring at his phone, a photo of him and Lilly on the screen.