Mine

Chapter Two

It was all a blur to me, I don't t understand what was going on. The floor moves under me quickly as I was getting dragged down a long hallways. There were multiple doors, but none of them open. I want to move my head, but my neck is stiff from sitting at a weird position for long. I groaned a bit as I tried to crack my neck into a comfortable position.

The person holding me kicks open a door attached to the hallway. I get roughly thrown to the table the room held. I fell with such a force, my body broke the table. With slow movements I get to my feet, watching the mystery man shut and lock the door. This man was the person that woke me up, he also said that weird word.

"Мой." He repeats the same word from when he was in my bedroom.

"What does that mean?" I ask, unsure on how he would react.

His head snaps into my direction, his blue eyes staring into my soul. He walks up to me with quick strides, my hand getting encased in his larger one. His brown hair now hid his eyes so I couldn't see what he is feeling.

I couldn't even react on what happens next. He grabs me by my neck, making my feet come of the ground. "вы не найдете. Они убьют тебя." He spoke. (You can't be found. They will kill you.)

He lets go of me once I nodded. He looks around the room, which I now find out is a hotel room. Once he finds the one thing he is looking for, he lets go of my hand. I look at the front door, ready to sprint away. I take a step forward, but the male grabs my arm. He ties a bandana around my mouth, not allowing me to speak. His jacket was off, revealing the one thing I know him by. His metal arm is glistening in the light.

"Bucky," I say, but is muffled by the bandana.

He didn't hear me, which might be a good thing. He drags me to the bathroom, shoving me into the small room. I fall to the ground, hearing the sickening sound of my skin hitting the polished floor. Bucky follows after me, tying my hands together with another bandana he must have found.

His hand traces my cheek again. He finally says something in english, "mine."

The door slams shut, and I hear the sound of a lock. I move to my knees, I put my ear to the door listening to what is happening. I could hear him doing something in another room, so I sat down next to the bathtub. James Buchanan Barnes, the one person Steve has claimed to be his best friend. The one that supposedly died on a mission or something.

The door gets slammed open. Bucky was dressed in his tight leather jacket again, looking like he was going to leave. "Остаться," he growls. (stay)

He tightens the bandanas, making sure they were almost cutting off my circulation. I let out a small whimper once he stands straight, towering over me. He grabs a few strands of my hair, playing with it in his hands.

There was a knock at the door. I heard three loud knocks.

Bucky freezes before he drops my hair. He leaves the bathroom quickly, locking it of course. I crawl over to the door, hitting it with my head. If Bucky gets caught with me in here, he can get in lots of trouble.

I back away from the door once I hear footsteps. I watch with hopeful eyes, waiting to get saved.

Only it wasn't anyone new. Bucky opened the door, his emotionless face was still here. He kneeled down next to me, his chest came up to my face. I felt intimidated by how big he is, like how is he this giant?

"Я должен уйти." he says. (I have to leave)

I have no idea what he is saying, so I just nodded. The worst he can do is kill me, right?

He grabs my arms, looking at how hard he tied them. His fingers glides on my wrist, like he was petting it. He cautiously places kisses on my wrists before getting up and leaving. I crawl over to the door again, putting my ear to the door.

My heart drops as I hear the front door slam shut. How long is he leaving me? I can't be stuck here? Hopefully Steve is already on his way.

Thors Pov (At the kitchen table)

"Mr. Bruce where is Miss.(L/n)? I am mighty hungry." I boom from the kitchen table.

"I don't know, she isn't in her room. Usually she would already have breakfast. Maybe she just went out to get groceries." Mr. Bruce says.

"I need the poptarts NOW!"

-four hours later-

"Where are my poptarts!" I yell from the kitchen table.