Scars that Last Forever

Chapter 5

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The man in Black throws me back into our cell. My bones throb and blood runs out of my cuts.
"Peter..." Bucky whispers as the click of shoes fades.
I hear him approaching me. Then I hear a tear of fabric and he slowly blots the blood covering my body. I wince.
Pain.
"Hey it's ok, we are getting out of here tonight," Bucky says trying to cheer me up.
I nod.
I move into a sitting position.
"He a-almost drown me Bucky," I say then start shaking.
My lungs burn.
I can't breathe.
I am suffocating.
Air.
I need air.
"-ter, -eter, Peter," I snap my head and the without thinking I pull Bucky in a hug.
He runs a hand through my hair.
It feels...
Comforting?
At least I think it is.
"Remember the plan?" He asks.
Attack.
Run.
Attack.
Live.
Free.
"Yup."
Bucky tells me a story.
It's the story of when he fell off the train.
He tells me about Steve yelling for him.
I like this story.
Well actually I don't.
I just like all of his stories.
This was his last moment of freedom.
Before he was taken.
Turned into the Winter Soldier.
Click.
Clack.
"Ready?"
I nod.
I shove the left over bread in my pocket.
I stand by the door opposite of Bucky.
The door creeks open.
Then I hear voices.
No.
I look up at Bucky.
His eyes show fear.
Fear.
Five guys in Black quickly take us and put handcuffs on.
We can't beat them.
They have guns.
They will shoot us.
Bucky gives me a look.
It tells me to be quite.
Tears sting at my eyes.
He pulls out the shot.
I cringe away.
Then he sticks it in my neck.
My world is black.
...
I slowly open my eyes.
The room is dark, but a littler lighter than our cell.
Men in Black stand in a rectangular shape around me.
I scramble to a stand.
Then I see him.
Bucky.
And then I see it.
A gun.
It is laying in between us.
No.
I shake my head and read fall down my face.
Don't cry.
Don't.
Bucky looks terrified.
And this is Bucky.
"One of you will stay of become the Winter Soldier. The other will die."
I shake my head.
A tear slips out of Bucky's eye.
He doesn't cry.
But he is know.
"Peter... do it..." he whispers.
"PTR Spider 7125, this is your chance to prove you are better." The voice says.
"No."
Bucky looks at me eyes watery.
"Do it... please,"
I look around me.
The men look eager.
They are still all in Black.
They are sick.
Twisted.
Pathetic.
Awful.
Evil.
I hate them.
Every bone in my body.
Time slows.
I look at the gun.
And then at Bucky.
Then at the men in Black.
Bucky drops to his knees and looks at my face.
The men start to whisper.
I shake my head.
"I love you Peter, your the best friend, brother, I could ask for... please do it... please," Bucky is begging me. He is sobbing.
I shake my head.
"I-I can't..."
"Pick or you'll both be tortured, worse than ever," I swallow hard.
"DO IT PETER!" Bucky yells, his voice filled with hate.
No for me.
For them.
"10..." a count down starts.
I shake my head.
"9..."
I look at the gun.
"8..."
I can't.
"7..."
I look back to Bucky.
"6..."
No.
"5..."
Please.
"Four."
I have to.
"Three..."
He will be free.
"Two..."
I pick up the gun. Bucky sighs.
"One..."
I hold it to his head.
"I'm sorry."