She's mine!
You look around you in disbelief…
Great, you’re practically in the middle of fucking nowhere…
Once more you spin around, narrowing your eyes and scanning the empty yellow fields and rocks surrounding you.
Your eyes flicker to the phone at your hand and bringing it closer to your face you try again to decipher where the hell you are…
And you sigh hopelessly.
“Unknown road”
What the hell is this supposed to mean? That you’re lost?
Yeah! Yeah! You have figured that much on your own…
The bright sun and the dust are suffocating you and dropping your head back in defeat you groan frustrated before you get back in the driver’s seat, desperate to find any sign of life in this forsaken place.
A small sound draws your attention and you almost burst into tears; your battery is running really low.
For a minute you just stand frozen, gazing at the empty road ahead and considering what the best thing to do is.
You could try to turn all the way back to that small town where you’ve rent the car but you doubt if the gas will get you that far… And you haven’t seen any damned gas station on your way here…
You gaze at your phone again, 7%...
You gulp and feel your eyes watering. You hate that feeling; the feeling of complete and hopeless desperation.
Your exhausted brain starts to hyperventilate, playing all the worst scenarios that you could think of.
Starve to death, eaten alive by coyotes, monstrous mutants capture you and use you for breeding…
Ok, enough! Closing your eyes, you try to block every film you have ever seen from popping into your mind and freaks you out.
Just… Breathe, breathe… Yes that’s it, in and out… In and out. You look at your phone again; 5%...
“Fuck! Fuck!”
You try to call the excavation team again… Nothing! Your assistant… Your team leader… Nothing! Your professor… Nothing…
3%
Breathing hard you squeeze your brain to remember what the team leader had said.
“Five hours straight ahead and then turn left to the small side road just before you pass that rocky mountain that looks like a pin. You look around again. You can’t see any mountain matches this description… Just rocky cliffs scattered all over the place and that empty sense of hopelessness surrounds you again, fogging your mind.
“Ok, ok! Maybe I haven’t reached that yet.”
You look at your phone one last time, 2%. Maybe you should try to call your family for help but you’re on a research trip with the archeological team in a foreign country and you don’t want to upset them without reason… Maybe you are overreacting and your colleagues are just somewhere nearby.
Making up your mind you hit the road again, praying that you’ve just made the right decision.
You drive for a couple more hours… Your phone is long dead when you realize that you are going to run out of gas soon and still no sign of your teammates or that fucking turn you have to take. Or any sign of life! Desperation crawls its way back inside you again and you shiver.
Frantically you repeat several times that everything is going to be alright although you have start to highly doubt that.
One more hour passes by and the sun is almost out, making everything around you looks eerie and … creepy! And the road starts to become more and more narrow till it reminds nothing of the main road you had taken hours ago. Ok, you’re definitely lost!
And another hour pass and the last light in the sky disappear slowly in the horizon and your tears run freely down your cheeks now.
Are you going to die here? All alone in this fucking desert? Far away from your family, far away from everyone? How long it will take them to find your body, you wonder and you bite your lips to prevent a loud cry.
And just when you think that all hope is lost you see faint lights at the end of the road. You let out a loud cry and drive a little faster towards what you think is going to be your salvation.
A large wooden building appears at your left and by the look of it you could swear that it’s deserted but a few bikes and some trucks are parked outside and you can hear loud sounds coming from inside; music and voices. Human voices...Yeaaahhhh...
You want to feel super excited but all of a sudden you have a bad feeling about this place... Nope! You shook your head and burry your instincts deep inside you... This place is your only hope so swallow your fears and park the damned car alongside this ridiculously huge bike.
The moment you step out of your car that feeling of self preservation rings a few more bells inside your mind but once again you choose to ignore it.
The noises become louder and louder as you’re getting closer and you can easily guess that this place must be some kind of a bar or pub; for travelers or hikers maybe...
With one last breath to steel your nerves you push the heavy door open and step inside and immediately you regret your decision…
All the voices stop at once as every single head in that place turns to stare hard at you. You feel like you’ve just trespassed into some sort of a very exclusive event and that you really, really shouldn’t be here.
Two dozen eyes are still eyeing you suspiciously and you can’t help but notice that most of them are men, huge, bulky men dressed all in black leather. Even the few women you can spot around are gazing at you with a very dangerous glint in their eyes.
You gulp again to stop your light trembling and lift your jaw to wear your most brave face. No need to be paranoid now… Just some folks who are having a few drinks… Nothing wrong with that! You take one more step further inside and you swear that everyone’s eyes narrow at you even more.
Fuck, the impulsion to turn around and start running is so strong that for a moment you almost lose your balance. You can feel sweat gathering at the back of your neck but you don’t have any other option than to seek help from these people so once more you choose to ignore your fear and take a few more steps closer to the counter where a large man stands. You focus your attention solemnly on him, trying to ignore the deathly stares you are receiving from every other human being in this shit hole.
When you reach the counter you cough a little to draw the large man’s attention even though this is not necessary and avoiding direct eye contact you stammer.
“Hum…S…Sir… Excuse me… I need some help… I got lost an… Hum… And I need some directions and to charge my phone if this is possible an…and if there is a gas station somewhere near by…”
His hard expression doesn’t soften a bit as he stares down at you and you can't help but notice how his huge muscles flexes as he crosses his arms over his chest.
You feel so, so small but you gather your wits and you are about to repeat your question when something between a purr and a low hiss comes right behind you. You spin around abruptly and you almost crash into a broad chest. You drop you head back and your breath catches in your throat as you come face to face with an extremely handsome and muscular man. But despite his gorgeous face, this one has a very lewd expression as his stares down at you.
Oh…You have that very bad feeling again… You really don’t like the filthy look on this man’s face, neither the way his eyes travel down your body before they settle on your flushed face again.
And this is the time you realize what you are wearing and you curse under your breath.
But in your defense, the weather in this place is so fucking warm… That’s why you've chosen to wear a white tank top that clings a little more at you than necessary and a pair of loose, floral shorts for the long ride you had ahead.. You were going to change in a more descent outfit the moment you would reach the rest of your team but it didn’t occur to you that you had to change your clothes in order to seek some help…
Well, now it’s too late and you absolutely hate the big grin that spreads in this man’s face or the way his gaze paused at your exposed legs. Your arms hug your body in a defensive way and you take a step back.
His grin becomes wider and in a very amused tone he asks.
“What’s wrong kitten? Have you lost your way?”
All the possible scenarios cross your mind and in all of them you have to choose between getting raped or get killed.
You choose the second one as you prefer to die with some dignity still in you, so shaking your head you continue to retreat backwards when you hear heavy footsteps approaching from behind and before you have the chance to turn and look, you crash with your back this time, in another bulky chest.
You gasp and almost jump around to meet who is blocking your way this time but you freeze in terror when you see the owner of that muscular chest.
For a moment your eyes travel between the silent man behind the counter, the blond with the shit eating grin on his face and the new addition who is currently blocking your escape.
That new guy is so huge, towering over you and has the deepest frown you have even seen on a man’s face. Even his beautiful blue eyes glint so dangerously that momentarily you feel the need to drop on your knees and plea for dear life.
Before your brain can conjure any excuses to help you out of this place, the man with the sour face speaks angrily.
“Who the fuck are you?”
Even though the question is directed at you the vile blond guy speaks on your behalf, ignoring you completely.
“This baby kitten is lost… Asks if we can help her…”
You don’t like the slight taunting in his voice or the way he says the word “help”.
The guy with the long brown hair and the ridiculously bright blue eyes examines you for a few seconds like he is contemplating the other man’s words but his sour face doesn’t soften a bit, on the contrary he seems even more irritated any second passing by.
During his swift inspection you don’t even dare to open your mouth to say anything to him, you’re just standing frozen between these men who are looking down at you like you are some kind of prey they are about to tear apart.
But soon this unnerving silence becomes too much for you, you decide that is now or never… If you don’t attempt an escape now you are almost certain that there won’t be another chance for you.
So gathering your all your courage, you make a run for the exit and duck successfully when the brunets arms fly to stop you. You reach the door and your hands have almost pushed the damn thing open when all the air is knocked out of you and you crash face first on the hard wood, with a massive body following right behind you and pressing you hard at the door to suppress your thrashing, crashing at the same time all your chances to break free.
And suddenly the man behind you decides that he hasn't suffocated you enough so he brings one large hand at the back of your neck to press your head further on the hard wood, the same time his other one grabs one of your arms to keep you still.
God! How fast things have escalated since that wretched moment you decided to come in here and ask for help…
Between your frantic breaths you can hear the blond guy speaking again, mocking you this time.
“Goin’ somewhere sweetheart?”
The tall brunet who is holding you against the door hasn’t spoken another word to you yet even though you can feel how his hot, rapid breath hits your skin. It’s such a weird sensation and it makes you feel lightheaded all of a sudden.
The way your body is being held by his stronger one doesn’t help either and soon you feel your cheeks aflame with shame and something else... Something that you don’t even want to think about… No! NO, it’s not lust… Certainly not! Just the adrenaline rush you’ve just experienced makes you feel this way…
You push back, trying to create some space but the man behind you doesn’t budge or gives any indication that he’s going to release you any time soon… He's just holding you there; pressed between his bulk and the rough wooden wall.
You don't know for how long is this going on... It mustn't be more than a minute but in your mind it feels like he is holding you like this for hours… You feel violated and scared... But that doesn’t stop the bizarre tingles and the heat from spreading all over your body until the feeling becomes so unbearable that you squirm to break free and start pleading him.
“S…sir please…Sir… Let me go please. I haven’t done anything wrong… I’m sorry for coming into your place, I’ll leave … I promise! I didn’t mean to interrupt anything… Please! Please!”
You don’t know about what exactly are you apologizing for but you do it nonetheless.
This man however doesn’t seem a bit touched or impressed by your plea.
The only hint that he has heard you is his fingers that dig a little harder at your exposed waist and inwardly you gasp again.
His friend's patronizing voice is heard.
“Oh, come on punk. You’re scaring the poor kitty. Bring her over here so all of us can have a nice little chat.”
Again without uttering a word the brooding man uses his grip on your neck to pull you back and toss you towards a nearby table. You stumble and almost fall but at the last moment you manage to grab one chair to steady yourself. You look around you with teary eyes. Everyone’s watching the scene in silent, keeping a safe distance from you and those two who seem to be the leaders of this group.
You hear them approaching you and you focus to calm your erratic breathing.
What exactly do they plan to do with you? Or to you? And shivers overrun your body. The men walk past you and take their seats on the small table, looking at you expectedly.
The blond speaks first. The other is just gazing you with deadly calmness.
"Sit down sweetie."
You are so terrified you don’t do any attempt to move your body.
“Oh, come now sweetheart. We are not going to bite ya… Yet…”
Again nothing! You stay perfectly still like your body just refuses to follow the order.
The chatty asshole sighs and speaks again, patronizing you this time.
“I said sit down sweetheart. I’m sure you wouldn’t want to upset my good friend Bucky here.”
The man with the sour expression, Bucky, lifts a brow at you and closing your eyes to gather some courage you order your legs to start moving and soon you take your seat, facing them.
The blond whose name you don’t know yet gifts you with a wide smile and starts.
“So sweetheart… Why don’t you tell us how you find this place?”
You blink a few times and stutter.
“I… I got lost and…”
But he cuts you before you go any further.
“Lost around here? A bit odd don’t you think, sweetheart?”
Every time he calls you with that particular pet name you feel uneasiness creeping inside you. Especially when you notice that his tone becomes more and more accusing after his every sentence.
You realize that you’ve must stayed quiet a bit longer than he likes because he barks.
“Explain!”
You jump a little in your seat but you hurry to obey.
“Hum… I.. I…”
Your eyes travel to both men.
“I… am here because… I mean I’m looking for the rest of my team and…”
“And what team is that?”
“Oh… Hum… We are archeologists. We came here to take part.. I mean to examine some caves and I was heading there but…”
Pure disbelief is written all over their faces.
That Bucky guy finally speaks and his deep voice shakes you to the core.
“Aren’t you a bit young to be an archeologist doll?”
And the blond guy adds.
“Yeah. Good point punk! How old are you exactly sweetheart? Eighteen? Nineteen maybe?”
Perfect! Two Alpha males doubt about your skills again… Like you don’t have that enough already in your daily life. Without realizing it you huff your annoyance.
“For your information I’m twenty-one and the best fucking linguist there is out there… So…”
The blond interrupts you again but he isn’t addressing directly at you this time.
“What was that Buck? Has this little kitten just showed us some claws?”
Bucky’s first smirk stuns you. That man is devilishly handsome…
“I think she did, Steve!”
So the blond guy’s name is Steve…
“Are we going to allow this punk?
“Depends… Go on doll… Tell us more.”
You feel like they're playing with you...They don't even pay attention to what you're saying and your mind explodes. What their fucking problem is? Why they just don’t give you the information you need and send you away? Is all this really necessary?
You scowl at them and when you speak next you can’t hide the irritation coloring your voice.
“There isn’t more to say! Now please, will you give me the directions I need so I can be on my way? My colleagues are expecting me and they are around here, somewhere.”
This is a lie… Your team doesn’t have the slightest idea that you are here as they don’t expect you to arrive before tomorrow and you highly doubt that they are around here, somewhere but if you want to leave this place alive and whole you have to bluff…
You even retrieve a folded map from your pocket and place it in front of them, trying to sound more sure and confident.
Both men lift their brows at you.
“Hmm….”
You don’t like the silent glances they exchange and in the pit of your stomach you have that bad feeling again.
“Well… Me and my pal here might have a different theory, sweetheart.”
You stare at them dumbfounded and speechless… Different theory? What do they mean?
Bucky is the one who spits it out.
“Are you a cop, doll?”
You are so taken aback that your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Are they crazy? You? A cop? This is ridiculous!
“What? No! No! I am not!”
You start to panic. This isn’t going to end well… For you at least…
If these two men believe that you’re some kind of undercover cop spying them… Oh Lord…
Once more you try to convince them.
“I told you. I’m here in a research mission with the archeological team. I’m not even from around here. You can check it if you don’t believe me. We were going to examine some inscriptions that have been discovered in a cave somewhere here. I swear! I’m not lying!”
Yet, they don’t look much convinced by your story.
“There aren’t any caves around here sweetheart…”
Oh God! The whole universe must be plotting against you! What started like the greatest opportunity of your life might end up with your death!
You manage to stammer again.
“I…I ‘m not lying! Please, you have to believe me! I’m not a cop! I’m not spying on you! Why should I? I don’t even know who you are!”
Steve stretches his big arm to scratch the back of his head.
“Well… Maybe you are… Maybe you aren’t…Sadly for you it doesn’t make much of a difference… Does it punk?”
You look frantically between the two of them. What exactly is he implying?
The brunet shrugs totally unaffected by your rising panic.
“Nope! Not when she’s found our safe place… So what do you say Stevie? What are we gonna do with her?”
“Don’t know Buck… Pity such a pretty face to be buried six feet under, don’t ya think?”
Your body bolts upright. They are kidding right? Right?
Steve glares at you.
“Honey... Sit. Down.”
But you can’t… You can’t just sit there and listen to them talking about ending you like you’re nothing, like your life means nothing and expect you to just wait idly in your seat till they decide to kill you...
No! You have to do something, you have to fight! Or try to run.. You’ll die either way but at least you could say that you’ve tried…
Before you know it your numb legs come alive and you are already reaching for the door. You can hear someone cursing behind you and a booming voice spits a few commands and mere seconds later, someone is after you.
You sprint the faster you can but you don’t stand a chance. The man after you is a lot bigger than you and faster and in a matter of seconds he’s tackling you to the ground and next thing you know is that you’re landing in the dirt, growing in pain as someone behind you uses his body’s weight to immobilize you.
Out of pure instinct you start kicking your legs back but two strong hands close around your ankles and he spins you around so roughly you see stars.
Laying on your back now you can finally see that Bucky is the one to hunt you down and he doesn’t seem pleased. Nope, no pleased at all… In fact his facial expression at the moment reminds you the one of a wild animal. The way his brown tresses are falling in his face and his still, murderous eyes are making him look so feral that for a moment this is more than enough to keep you pinned and breathless. But this lasts only for a moment….
Soon, your need to fight stirs and you feel anger building inside you... Because come on… What this fucking guy’s problem is? As far as you know, nobody has ever hated or disliked you … You’re a kind person; sweet and caring… People tend to like you…
But not this one; this one stares down at you like he really hates you and this is enough to infuriate you beyond words! How dare he?! You should be the one to despise him and no the other way around.
Fast your mind weights your options… You can't escape him or defeat him because you’re sore from the fall and your muscles are throbbing from the hard grip he still has on your legs but he hasn’t killed your spirit yet so lifting your hand, you slap him hard across the face, raking your nails down his cheek at the same time…
He doesn’t move, he doesn’t even blink… He just let a low growl come out of his mouth (hmmm… like a wild animal indeed…) and bends his face closer, his eyes never leaving yours and you have the feeling that you’re about to be devoured alive by a wolf.
You try to strike him again but this time he’s fast; in a blink of an eye he releases your legs and catches your wrists, laying flat on top of you and using his stupidly muscular body to subdue you completely.
You pant and scream to him to let you go till he secures both your wrists in one big hand and uses the other to muffle your cries. You keep fighting for a few more minutes till exhaustion claims you.
Soon you can do nothing more than to lay still under him, staring up at his face with red and teary eyes.
Is he going to kill you now?
Bucky feels how your body is squirming and shaking under his bigger one and that does something to him.
You feel so small and soft, especially when you’re spread the way you are right now.
His gaze flickers to where his big hand holds your pale wrists secure and… Fuck you look so beautiful restrained like this, so fragile, so helpless…
And he even removes his hand from your mouth after a while to marvel how your quick shallow breaths make your chest rise and fall.
And your blown, frightened eyes do something to him that goes straight to his cock. You intrigue him so fucking much and he doesn't know why... Even your faint pants sound so fucking sexy in his ears...
This situation and the flame you ignite inside him are truly bothering him and Bucky inhales deeply and frowns even more. He likes control and you make him feel off balance since the moment he's casted eyes on you...
On the other hand he really liked it the moment you called him "Sir", he can’t deny that…But his main problem is that he never before has felt so stimulated, especially from a little girl like you and he doesn't know what he wants to do with you; keep you or let Steve have his way with you and then dispose you?
Bucky considers his options for a moment and take his time to observe you a little better... You are not his usual type. Wrong… You are not his type at all… You look too… decent to begin with, inexperienced even.. He normally prefers much more experienced women who know their way around a man’s bed.
But there is something in the way you are staring deep into his eyes that makes you irresistible. And even though he has noticed how cute you are the moment his eyes spotted you, it’s only now he realizes how exquisite you truly are; pink parted lips panting softly, big beautiful eyes and flashed rosy cheeks… My, my you are definitely a keeper. And Bucky makes up his mind... Yeah, he should keep you, train you... Make you the perfect woman he has always dreamt of.
Maybe he stares at you a bit too long because you start squirming again and he wants to groan in pleasure but manages to keep his face even and his mouth close.
You two will have time for that later…
Oh fuck, he almost loses it when all the things he wants… no, no, all the things he intends to do to you fly in his mind. Bucky struggles not to press his incredibly hard erection on you and for a moment he wonders if you have realized how exited you’ve got him but judging by your innocent and scared expression he guess that most probably you haven’t noticed yet.
Your squirming increases and he squeezes your wrists harder making you gasp in pain as he bends to whisper in your ear.
“Quit fighting doll!”
You mumble something between your clenched teeth and thrash your body harder but then he does something that surprises you both.
Bucky drops his face lower below and bites you hard on your exposed shoulder. He doesn’t break skin but the bite is hard enough to make you close your eyes and let a loud whine…
This is enough to drive him crazy with lust. What other sounds can you make? He lifts his face and looks deep into your eyes provokingly; you are angry, scared… and confused. But mostly angry, judging by the way you bare your teeth at him.
That reminds him the way you have slapped him before and his body shakes in pure need. He still admires the self control that he’d showed when you did that because his first impulsion was to tear that ridiculously short thing you’re wearing and take you hard and fast right then and there in the dirt. Now he thinks about it maybe he should have done it! Who would have stopped him after all?!
He sees you open your beautiful mouth and his attention flies back to you and his irritation spikes… Well, your mouth isn’t very beautiful at the moment. You’re fuming, spitting threats and curses at him.
“You fucking asshole. Take your hands off me now! You have no right! You fucking piece of sh….”
The hand that is resting at one side of your head comes and takes an incredibly strong hold of your jaw. You’re sure he is going to bruise you.
“Listen to me now carefully, doll. This time I’ll let this slip but next time I’ll catch you using a language like this, I promise you, you won’t like the outcome. Got that?”
He stares at you, daring you with his eyes at the same time to defy him but he is honestly taken aback when you choose to do so and you hiss a venomous “Fuck off!”
You’re driving him crazy. He wants you; he needs you, right now! His eyes scan your face and the mocking smirk on your lips stirs something dark and needy deep inside him. He wants to break you, possess you, subdue you, own you. He wants you to be his good girl. His sweet, loving girl… And he’s going to teach you exactly that! After all you’re his now and he has all the time in the world to make you his perfect little lady!
His eyes glint so dangerously and for a moment you wish to take that back but if you’re going to die at least no one would say that you went down without a fight first.
“You’ll regret this baby doll. Mark my words!”
This is the only thing he says to you before he removes his body and stands, dragging you up with him. One hand fists in your hair to keep you secure as he starts walking towards that damned place again, not even slowing down when you struggle to keep up with his pace.
The moment you two are back inside, Steve welcomes you with a toothy grin.
“Well… That took long… I was about to come out and start searchin…”
But after taking in your filthy clothes, his friend’s scratched face and his enraged expression; Steve barks a laugh and gestures at you.
“See Buck? I told ya, this little hellcat is a fighter after all.”
Bucky doesn’t share his friend’s amusement a bit… In fact the only thing he wants right now is to drag you back home with him and fuck you raw… And then punish you… Or maybe not in that particular order… Who knows? He wants to do so many things to you… His body feels so many things; things he hasn’t felt for years. His hold on you tightens and when he hears you faint sigh he wants to crash his mouth on yours. You have bewitched him… His blue orbs travel down at your petite form once more. What is it about you that excite him so fucking much? Maybe is that fresh air that you carry with you; so different from what he’s used to. Such an innocent, sweet girl!
And without thinking much about it he growls.
“I’m keeping her Steve.
Steve’s eyes narrow.
“Are you sure pal?”
And tilting his head the blond suggests.
“Why don’t we share her? Like the old times…”
But the bulky guy who is holding you by the hair shakes his head.
“Nah, she’s mine.”
It’s like two dogs fighting over scraps, except you’re their scraps…
And before Steve has time to argue, Bucky jests.
“After all I’m not sure that Peggs will take it lightly if I’m to share her with you.. Most probably she’s gonna rip my head off…”
Did that beast of a man’s just made a joke? Apparently he has, because you hear Steve laughing although the amusement doesn’t reach his eyes which beam of jealousy.
“Yeah… We wouldn’t want that now…”
Bucky grabs a few things from a nearby table (still dragging you behind him by your hair totally unaffected by your soft, pained cries) and turns towards the door.
“Are you leaving already punk?”
Bucky gives a gruff reply still feeling his stiff cock suffocating in his trousers.
“Yeah, this brat over here is in a desperate need of some manners.”
“Woah!”
You hear another’s male voice but the pain in your skull preventing from turning around to see to whom it belongs.
“Sammy!” Steve greets nonchalantly.
“Who she?”
“A trespasser… A spy… A guest..”
“I AM NOT!”
You scream your lungs out but none of them seems to pay you any attention.
“This cute little bunny? No shit! And what are you two planning to do with her?”
You can hear Steve’s gruff voice as he says.
“Bucky wants to keep her.”
God, they speak about you like you’re an object or something…
How can someone “keep” a person? Like a prisoner? Like a… a… slave?
You feel panic rising inside you once more. How is this even possible? Who the fuck are these people who decide so easily what to do with someone else’s life.
You hear the new addition in your company voicing his concerns.
“Isn’t that a little risky Buck? What if someone comes looking for her…”
His reply freezes you.
“Let them come… There will be nothing to find!”
He addresses to Steve next.
“And you punk? Are you ok with that?”
You can see Steve shrug.
“Have your fun and when you get bored of her, we’ll discuss this again.”
All this time none of these three or any other resident in this shit hole has paid any attention to you. You are nothing to these people… Just something to have a little fun with before they open a hole on your head.
Your cries increases in volume but other than that you feel so defeated that you have even stopped struggling. Things look really bad for you at the moment.
“Where are you taking her?”
“Home… with me… I need to have a few words with this doll over here.”
Sam looks at Steve anxiously who shrugs again like he has no say over this.
You can finally have a glimpse of that Sam guy and he looks far more gentle that the others do. He even looks concerned about you.
You want to beg him for help but before you have the chance to open your mouth Bucky is moving again, dragging you along with him (your skull is so numb at this point you don’t even feel pain anymore… Just a constant throbbing burn.)
And the last words you hear from Sam’s mouth shake you to the core.
“Just don’t break her buddy…”