Mine

Chapter Seven

I wake up as Bucky's metal arm wraps around me, making me feel like I was some stuffed animal. His breathing was steady so I knew he was still asleep, thankfully. I don't think I could handle his touching anymore. His curious fingers like to travel around my body, sometimes making me feel uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. I haven't attempted to stop him, fearing what he could do if he was angry. I haven't tipped him off yet, which is good news for me.

Escape. That's what I need to do. Escape from this man, and this stupid place. I only had to deal with Bucky for one night, and I have had enough. This is the clingy boyfriend that I do not need.

With every breath Bucky made, I inch out of his arms. After about, what? 25 minutes. I successfully make it out of his grasp, his arm now holding nothing but air. I sat on the ground for a few seconds, watching the creature in front of me. When he is sleeping he seems so innocent. With quiet steps I crawl towards the cell door. I try to make no noise to get the attention from the guard, but there was no use.

He turns to look at me, his finger on the trigger of the gun. "Control your toy. Soldier," the guard says.

"No, shhh." I panic.

I was too late. Bucky's hand wraps around my mouth as he pulls me away from the door. I attempt to get away from him, but his grip was like iron. So strong, so hard. Yet, I still try to get away. I push his face away from mine, my thumbs in his eye sockets.

For a second I thought I had the upper hand. I thought that I would actually put Bucky in his place.

Key word: thought.

Bucky threw me to the ground, his body hovering over me. I was still trying to get him away from me, which does not seems to have an effect. I didn't see the fist coming for me, it happens so suddenly. The pressure of his fist, connecting with the bare skin of my face. His human hand forces me away from him, making me hit one of the walls roughly. I fall in a heap, little groans coming from me.

Bucky leans over me, his hands cradling my head.

"моя королева, мне очень жаль." He whispers. (my queen, i'm so sorry)

"I'm just going to take a little nap." I say, putting my finger in the air.

Only I know that it wasn't a nap, I know i was losing my consciousness.

Tony's pov

The hatch closes behind me once I enter the jet. My metal feel clicking on the floor as I make my way toward the front. Clint was in the driver's seat of the jet, putting in coordinates from a piece of paper. I could faintly see the black scribbled letters on the paper.

Everyone else was chatting among each other, all except Steve. He was sitting in a chair towards the back of the jet. His helmet and shield were seated on the chair next to him. His head is in his hands, like he was thinking. But I could see tears dripping onto the floor.

Don't worry buddy, we will bring you your girl home. Even if it kills me.

Unknowns pov

My fingers fidget with the phone that my boss gave me weeks prior. I type the numbers to the number that I look over everyday. Once I hit the green button, I press the phone to my ear. The ringing of the call echoes through my mind.

"What?" His voice was deep.

"It's been done, they are on their way." I say.

"Are you kidding me! You didn't give me a heads up that they knew! My men aren't ready yet! I am going to kill you!"

"I-Im sorry!"

"Now I can't get rid of the Avengers! Thanks идиот." (Idiot)

"What about you make the soldier fight-"

"That's what I was planning to do."

"-but also have the girl be there. Bucky will do anything you say if she is there. Its like tricking a dog to do something with a treat. The avengers also wouldn't want to do anything if she is there. They could accidently hurt her, which they don't want to do. Th-"

He already ended the call. With a sigh I threw my phone on my desk, it hitting the wood with a thump. My fingers grab onto the white SHIELD badge. The same badge I stole off the dead body of that poor man I killed.

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