Sharing
The Winter Soldier's mask was taken off and so was his goggles, "Thank you Sergeant Barnes, that will be all." Ahl-Gharha said as he frowned, in his hands he held Bucky's mask and goggles that were still a little damp from outside. Bucky was soaking wet and the feeling of his hair clinging to the back of his neck and the sides of his face made him uncomfortable, he decided he would ask a question, "Who is she?" He said barley in a whisper, he was parched from that small mission and required a drink.
Ahl-Gharha squinted at Bucky, "Do you have somewhere to be? Because I do."
Bucky shook his head before Ahl-Gharha was finished talking, "How do you know her?" He asked, now a bunch of questions filled his mind, why did Ahl-Gharha want her? And why was he acting so strange?
Ahl-Gharha raised his hand and slapped Bucky across the face, he did nothing to stop him. It didn't hurt, and he didn't mind the sting, it was like pain was his only friend.
"No more questions, go to your quarters and rest up. In the morning, we shall bring you food."
'More like my prison cell.' Bucky thought in his mind, but he just gave a short nod and waited for heavily armed guards to come and escort him to his room.
"Take him to his 'cell' and give him a towel and fresh clothes to put on." Bucky heard Ahl-Gharha tell his head scientist. The short man nodded and hurried off to go find some fresh clothes for Bucky, so they had to wait a bit. While they waited, Ahl-Gharha left the room and walked back into the one where the woman was being held. Bucky heard voices and a stifled cry of pain, his face twisted slightly in anger, but he said nor did anything. He heard a couple more crys, each one louder than the last. Bucky's hands clenched in anger, what was he doing to her?
Before he could ask himself anymore questions or do anything, the short scientist walked up with a t shirt and some loose pants. The assassin took the clothes and looked forward without thanking him, the scientist had forgotten the towel, Bucky didn't mind being wet.
He took a small step forward and then another one and was soon walking down the hall to his prison cell. They arrived at the steel and iron door, it opened and he walked in.
There was a small window on the door where they could give him his meals and new clothes. He looked to the right and noticed an extra cot, he didn't notice it, but he tipped his shoulder a bit towards the cot. Asking silently about it, the short scientist answered him, "It's for Ahl-Gharha's 'other' prisoner." Bucky didn't reply as he stripped himself of his assassin suit, so he was a prisoner here? Bucky sighed and put the pants and t shirt on before passing the assassin suit through the window.
The scientist took them and offered him a bottle of water, Bucky took it and set it on the steel nightstand. He wasn't feeling thirsty anymore, why had he gone and captured the girl? Did she do something wrong to Ahl-Gharha?
Bucky sighed again and sat down on the cost, everything in the room was steel, there was only two cots and a small nightstand, when he needed to use the restroom, they took him the the room on the right, where there was a shower, sink and a toilet. At least they offered him a mattress, a pillow and a few blankets, because it got really cold at night.
"Goodnight, Sergeant Barnes." Then the window closed and the scientist left. This is where they kept him when he didn't need to be in the cryo tube. Bucky tipped his head down so his chin was touching his chest, what should be do? Continue being Ahl-Gharha's little mission pet? Or wait for his chance to escape and take it? Or break out sooner, well if he did, he'd have to make things right and take the girl with him.
What were all these emotions he was feeling? He knew anger and pain... but there was another feeling... it felt like a knot was in his stomach, was this guilt?
He had no memory of seven years ago, but he did remember a fight with Captain America. Only that thing, no one told him about his metal arm or if he had any siblings...
Bucky kicked off his boots and laid down on the bed with his arms by his side, that was how he was taught to lay, that habit was not going to break easy. Bucky held very still as he looked up at the ceiling, the only part of him that was moving was his stomach and his eyes, they kept flicking onto every part of the ceiling. Bucky tried to close his eyes, but he wasn't tried, so Bucky kept his eyes open.
Why wasn't be sleeping? He could fall asleep easily, but something was keeping him up.
Then he knew why be could sleep he was waiting for her, the girl he kidnapped, Bucky knew now he shouldn't have brought her. But what if she's the one who did something wrong? It didn't seem likely, Ahl-Gharha was sneaky. Bucky told himself to stop thinking, it was none of his business.
He should just be sleeping, but he couldn't. Bucky could tell that she didn't do anything wrong, he just had that feeling that it was nothing she did...
A FEW HOURS LATER
Bucky was dozing when the door opened, as it opened he was quickly up and ready for a fight, both hands into fists. He waited for his eyes to adjust to the light, the woman, Abigail was pushed in.
She was bloody and had a bruised eye, who knew what lie hidden underneath her blood soaked shirt. The door shut and the dead bolt was put back into place, Bucky let his arms fall down to his side as he moved out of the way, going back to his bed. She went over to the bed and collapsed on it with a grunt, Bucky looked up at her, the shirt she wore was grey and she was only in a shirt. No shoes or pants, but the shirt was long enough to cover the rest of her body, Bucky wondered what she looked like under the shirt. Completely naked.
Bucky snapped out of those thoughts, then he continued to watch her as she tipped her head back, the bruise on her eye disappeared and he heard something crack into place, Bucky was pretty sure everything else was healing, though he couldn't see it.
Her head raised up and she looked at him, the bright red in her eyes glowing, along with the silver. Bucky shifted his body position into a more relaxed one, she didn't take after him, her body posture was still aggressive.
Clearly she was angry with him, he didn't blame her. Bucky moved his legs on the bed and laid down, he shifted to his side, facing the wall. He could hear her move the covers to lie down, "And to answer to your question, no it doesn't hurt. Unless it involves silver." Bucky was glad that she could under stand his body language, he felt that speaking was a waist of time. And breath, then, for no reason at all, he rolled over to look at her. She was looking at him, "Will you tell them?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. Bucky shook his head almost immediately, he closed his eyes for a long time, "How do you know each other?" He asked, his voice slightly cracking. She took her time answering him, "He thinks I was responsible for his family's death."
"What makes you think you can trust me?" Bucky asked, going off topic as his blue eyes pierced her gaze, her eyes shifted away from him, "I am the one who brought you here."
"I know, but who else is there to trust? And for you not telling him, because I know you can just pound on the door and they'll let you out and you haven't done that yet." She paused momentarily, "There's nothing he can do to me that will hurt me, I can see that you are troubled." She said as she moved her gaze to meet his. This time Bucky's eyes moved away, she was right.. he was troubled, "I just wanna know who Ahl-Gharha really is." He admitted with a sigh.
"He's not who you think he is.." She replied with a cold edge to her voice. Then her eyes brightened a bit, "Listen to me, we'll get out and we will kill him." She looked away for a second, "For what he has done to me and you," then she smiled, "I haven't been here for a long time, but I can see the kind of person he is." Bucky couldn't help looking relived, his gaze went down a bit. "I'll tell you about him. As soon as we are out,"
"We're just going to break down the door and run out?" He asked, that didn't sound like a safe plan, but maybe it would work.
"After we get my swords." And with that she turned away from him and pulled the blankets over her body.
"By the way, I'm Abigail."