Decisions
He leaves you there all alone and he doesn’t come to check on you again till later the next morning.
You are wide awake when he enters the room holding a tray with breakfast for you.
You are still agitated. You didn’t manage to get much sleep during the night due to your sprained leg and your thoughts that are running wild with all those things that are plaguing your mind; your family, your current situation, what happened last night between you and Bucky, what is going to happen next and so many other things...
But your main and more important concern at the moment is how desperately you need to use the bathroom...
When Bucky had left you so abruptly the night before he didn't bother to ask you if you need anything like food, fresh clothes, painkillers or to use the bathroom...
That means that you had to spend the whole night in your filthy clothes, hungry and in pain... Lesser pain at least, thanks to Bucky’s thorough treatment when he brought you here.
And now, he's here again, standing next to your bed (his bed actually) and looking down at you with something it could only be described as remorse in his eyes.
"Morning" He says with raspy voice.
You don’t greet him and Bucky tries to ignore his growing irritation. It's too early for that...! So he just places the tray on the bed but even though he can see the starving way you look at the food you don’t do any move to touch it. Instead you’re rocking your body back and forth and you have a really weird expression on your face.
“What’s wrong?” He scoffs.
You remain silent with that expression on your face like you’re hurting.
“Is it your leg?”
You finally lift your face to acknowledge him and he witnesses how deep the bags under your eyes are. His own expression softens a bit. Maybe he shouldn’t have left you all alone for the whole night... But then you shake your head frantically and you have him really worried. Do you have another injury he didn’t see last night?
You blush harder, starting to rock your body faster at the same time. Bucky is truly bewildered. What’s wrong with you?
Finally you open your mouth and whine pitifully.
“I need to use the bathroom!”
Oh, fuck… Bucky has forgotten about this… He should have guessed that you wouldn’t be able to walk in there on your own.
“Ugh, sorry doll. Didn’t think of that. Come, let me help you stand.”
He’s so gentle when he helps you out of his bed that for a moment you forget your anger; only for a moment though!
Bucky helps you all the way to his bathroom… No, he actually carries you all the way there and he carefully places you down and helps you sit at the edge of the bathtub. And he just stands there placid, looking down at you until you get all irritated again.
“Do you mind?”
For a moment he doesn’t get it but when you point at the door he finally understands that you need some privacy.
In his defense he had never had a girl living here with him before and he feels a little out of balance to say the least. He nods and starts backing to the door to leave you to attend your business. He is going to wait outside in case you're in need of some help again…
And a thought pops into his mind… Well, if he intends to keep you here, maybe he has to do a little shopping to make your new life a little more comfortable...
Bucky does a mental note to ask you what do you need when you come out. And he smiles a little when he notices that you seem far more calm this morning than the night before…
Maybe today you two can finally have that talk about how things are going to work for you from now on…
Because last night, while he was lying in the couch, thinking of you and afterhe managed to calm down, Bucky insisted on his decision to take his time with you… He doesn’t need a sex slave, locked in his basement but a caring female companion he can spend the rest of his life with.
There is a lot work to be done of course… You’ll have to learn how to follow his rules, drop that attitude that drives him crazy and forget about your previous life but he’s willing to give you time to adjust. He assumes that it must be really hard from you but you’ll accept it as time's passing by…
All these thoughts are running in his mind and his mood lifts a bit… He has almost stepped outside, ready to close the door when he hears you murmuring.
“Pervert…”
Bucky licks his lower lip…
Nope, this isn’t going to work with that fucking attitude of yours… He has to establish some ground rules here... For your well being mostly because honestly, he isn’t sure how much more of that he can take before he totally snaps. His hand squeezes the door knob so hard he almost cracks it.
“What was that now doll?”
You toss him a unimpressed glance that pushes him to the edge a bit more…
“Nothing… creep!”
Bucky feels his pulse quicken…
Ok… So maybe Steve is right and Bucky needs to show you with whom you are dealing exactly because frankly you don’t look much scared of him anymore. In fact you look nothing like the scared baby deer you were when he first saw you. And what stuns him most is that you’ve already started acting very recklessly around him.
And it’s only day two…
Ok, this ends now… One way or another you’ll learn to be respectful. He wanted to go slow but you’ve chosen the hard way… Blame’s on you!
Bucky says nothing. He just spins around abruptly and starts marching towards you. You have little time to realize what’s happening. Soon, he’s towering over you and before you know it his hand snatches the light clothe of your top and tugs it so hard you hear fabric ripping and air touching your bare skin beneath.
You’re so shocked but all is happening too fast... You don't even have the time to open your mouth to protest or bring your hands up to cover your naked torso before Bucky’s hands drops at you shorts, pushing them forcefully down your legs and doesn't stop till you’re standing in front of him in nothing more than your white granny panties (which by the way he finds extremely hot).
Finally you screech, mortified by his actions. You try to slap him again but at the last minute he dodges and your palm collides with nothing but thin air. You growl furiously and start pounding his chest with one hand, holding the other up to cover your breasts the best you can. Soon you're panting and your sore ankle is throbbing in pain again but you can't stop... You try to push him back, to make him get the fuck out and leave you alone.
“What the hell are you doin…”
Nope, he’s not going to have that either. In a blink he has you tossed over his shoulder again and he’s striding out of the bathroom.
Your protests and cries increase in volume, bringing your small fists down his back and thrashing your body but he doesn’t look much affected by your struggles. You hear a door open and soon after he’s climbing down some stairs with you still over his shoulder.
You realize what he’s going to do a little too late. You try to kick your legs but his grip on you turns into iron.
“Bucky stop! Put me down! Please stop.”
When he doesn’t you start cursing again.
“You mother fucker I swear I’m g…”
His hand lands on your rear so hard you see stars and cry out loud.
“Language doll…”
But you’re so shocked to even think and the next curse spills out of your mouth almost automatically and without even realizing it.
“What the fuc aaagghhhh…”
Bucky delivers two more hard blows that make you grab the back of his T-shirt and cry in agony. And immediately after he drops you in a small filthy bed, looking down at your exposed figure expectedly.
“If that’s what you need, that’s exactly what I’m going to give you!”
You don’t dare to speak again, you only bring your hands up to cover your naked chest. Bucky doesn’t move, still looking down at you for a hard moment.
“I really didn’t want us to start like this but you left me no choice doll.”
Again, is this remorse in his voice?
Frantically you lift your face and start pleading him with your eyes.
But he seems totally unmoved and this darker version of Bucky reminds you of the man who had grabbed you by the hair the previous night and manhandled you here.
Ok, maybe you’ve pushed it a little too far but you’d really hate to apologize to this man. So, you just a croak a flat “sorry”.
Again he seems untouched.
“Not nearly enough doll…”
And with that he turns to leave. What? You desperately try to go after him but your sore leg doesn’t allow you to do so and you start pleading him again.
“Bucky wait… Please wait! Don’t leave me here, please… I’m sorry ok?”
He stops and the muscles in his back flexes under his tight, black T-shirt.
Well, after all Steve was right… Bucky is impressed by the change in attitude but he isn’t planning to forgive you yet… Nope, you have defied him too many times already.
He just turns his head slightly.
“This is a very light punishment doll and it’s only because I feel generous again today…See it like part of your training… Cross me again and you’ll regret it.”
You fume!
“I’m not some dog you can train Bucky!”
Bucky chuckles at that.
“Of course not doll! A dog would have learned faster!”
Ooohh, how you’d have wished to strangle this insufferable man, instead you beg a little harder.
“You can’t leave me here!”
“Oh, but I can…! In fact you’re going to stay down here till you become the good girl I know you are!”
You don’t want it but it’s like your fear feeds you anger and before you know it you spit venomously.
“Are you fucking serious?”
He sighs and turns around to face you once more... You two, do that staring combat for a few seconds until Bucky takes a few threatening steps closer. In no time he stands over that bed again and you suck a breath.... How can you be so enraged with someone and the same time feel so small and powerless in his presence. Well in your defense, Bucky is a really fearsome guy... who's speaking at you. Your try to focus to what he's saying...
“See? This fucking attitude is what brought you here.”
But he doesn't stop there...
His hand flies to seize a fistful of your hair again as he hisses.
“And better drop it because next time you disobey me I’ll strap you in this very bed and whip you with my belt till your whole body is blue and purple. Got it?"
You gulp… And stare at him frozen.
Does he mean that? You really don’t want to find out. That small voice of reason inside your brain takes the lead and soon you're lowering your eyes, whispering at the same time.
“I’m sorry Bucky.”
He hums.
“I really hope you do doll…”
But as he releases your hair and before he withdraws his arm from you completely, you're fast to grab him and plead again with doe eyes.
“Please take me with you… Don’t leave me down here!”
Bucky's eyes narrow like he’s considering it for a second but then he shakes his head.
“No, only good girls live up in the house with me… Little brats stay down here.”
You don’t have time to protest because swiftly he snatches his hand free from your grasp and he's heading back up. You cry and yell at him to stop till you hear him locking the door.
You sit back on the bed with your back on the wall and look around you.
This place is awful… Dark, moldy, filthy, scary… You examine the bed you’re sitting on… It’s the same… Filthy, without sheets, without pillows or covers or anything… You start crying and hug your body tighter. Ok, maybe you were a little rude at him before but he’s clearly overreacting… You don’t deserve that…
But then again, did you honestly expect anything else from him? This man is bad! A monster who holds you here against your will… And don’t let the way he has treated your wound fool you! He did it because he was expecting something in return...
You cry in earnest now… And you still want desperately to pee!
Your eye catches a small toilet at the other side of the room and groaning in pain you try to stand upright and reach it… It takes you so long to get there but finally you manage to relieve yourself just before you hear footsteps on the stairs again.
Surprise, surprise… It’s Bucky again, carrying that tray with food and a walking stick. Fucking asshole…
His eyes search the place to find you and when he spots you, he gives you a little smile. Woah... You're really taken aback with how quickly his mood changes...
“Hum...I brought your breakfast and this might help you with your leg.”
You don’t move, just nod.
“Ok.”
Bucky pinches his nose and looks a little hesitant. Is this really the same man who dragged you down here or he has an evil twin or something?
“I see you manage to walk over there… How’s your leg?”
God! As much as the other Bucky scares the hell out of you, this softer version of him irritates you beyond words... You just can't help it! You click your tongue.
“Fine.”
You hate that fake concerned look on his face.
Bucky regards you silently like he's contemplating with what he wants to say next... Finally he lets a low sighs and informs you.
“Hum... Look doll... I have somewhere to go… Are you gonna be ok?”
His exasperate question makes you want to burst in hysterical laughter. Your mind screams at him, "Of course I won’t be ok you pretentious shit!" but pressing your lips into a tight line you nod again.
“Sure!”
Bucky still hesitant, is gazing at you. And you feel thankful for the low light and the way your long hair are covering your breasts.
After a loooong moment he decides to leave.
“Ok, doll I’ll be back soon.”
You say nothing and you just wait for him to vanish before you start breathing freely again.
He really looked worried though… No!!! You aren’t going to fall for that this time and let yourself believe that he actually cares about you.
So you limp back to that filthy bed and take a look at the food he has just brought you; water, some biscuits, bread, butter and an apple. Even though you haven’t eaten anything in almost 24 hours you’re not hungry anymore as nothing goes down. So you just drink the water and leave everything else untouched. And lying back in that bed you allow yourself to sulk in pure misery.
Bucky’s barely paying any attention on the road ahead… His mind is on you. He feels so concerned and he hates it that he had to leave you down there all alone again.
Actually Bucky's regretted his decision to lock you down in that basement the moment he was up in the house. It just didn't feel right!
He wanted to find an excuse to come down again and bring you back in the house with him but he didn’t want to look soft in your eyes because he really craved your submission eventually. And he was really happy when he noticed that tray on your bed which was giving him an excuse to see you again.
Bucky quickly made up his mind; he was going to pretend that he brings you food and the moment he'd hear you plead, he'd take you up with him... Simple and easy!
But when he came down to you, you were so cold and uninterested, blocking him out completely until he had no other option than to leave you there again…
And now he feels awful about it…
For a brief moment he almost turns the car to come back to you… But he really needs to go and grab a few things from the grocery store …
“Hang in there doll. I’ll be back in no time.”
But after he’s done shopping his mood shifts again..
Nhggg… Bucky knows pretty fucking well how moody he can be but this is a bit much even for him… In his defense he just can’t decide what in hell he wants to do with you! His mind flies constantly from wanting to comfort you and protect you to the need to tie you down and fuck you till you can’t walk straight ever again…
He’s so confused… Even the fact that he has decided to keep you in his house throws him off balance… Since last night his body is constantly on edge and he sincerely doesn’t know how to behave around you.
Aaagh! He needs desperately a drink to help him clear his mind! But he doesn’t want to go at the club because he's pretty sure that Steve is going to bust his balls about you…
And he doesn’t want to come back to you either and starts fighting again…
So Bucky goes to the only place he knows he’ll find some peace…
Sam greets him confused.
“Hey man isn’t a little early for a drink?”
Bucky totally ignores him, bursting into Sam’s house and going straight to the kitchen to pour himself a drink.
Sam rubs his sleepy eyes and mutters. “Yeah… suit yourself man…”
Finally both men have settled in the kitchen table, facing each other but Bucky is so gloomy that after a moment Sam’s groans.
“Ok, man spill it out! What’s wrong?”
Bucky stays quiet for a little longer, chewing his lower lip and thinking what exactly he wants to tell to his friend.
“It’s that bloody girl…”
Sam gives him an “I told ya” look but Bucky goes on.
“I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do with her!”
Sam tilts his head, never taking his eyes from his brooding friend.
“You didn’t look much confused about that last night… I thought you’ve made it pretty clear what exactly you intend to do with her…”
Sam’s scrutinizing gaze makes Bucky even edgier than he already is.. So he grumbles angrily.
“I don’t know man… Maybe I’ve changed my mind…”
Sam looks like he’s considering his friend’s words for a second and then he shrugs.
“Then pass her to Steve… I can assure you that this fucker can’t wait to have some alone time with her.”
Sam almost smirks witnessing how Bucky squeezes the glass in his hand but he manages to keep his face serious.
Bucky voice drops dangerously low next.
“I don’t want to… She’s mine Sam!"
And incredulous he watches as a very amused Sam drops back his head and starts laughing.
Bucky doesn’t see anything funny and that angers him even more.
He’s about to lash out at his friend when Sam’s eyes, which glint mischievously by the way, focus on him again.
“Well… Who would have told me that I’ll live to see the day that the notorious James B. Barnes will fall for some chick!”
Bucky’s own eyes widen in shock and his mouth opens to protest but Sam doesn’t let him.
“Ohh common man, cut the pretense… You’re infatuated with that lil bunny. No point to deny it!”
Sam enjoys a little too much his friend mortified expression as Bucky goes from disbelief in realization.
“Oh, come now buddy don’t look like this… These shits happen all the time!”
Bucky’s numb brain still recovers from the initial shock till he shakes his head.
“What the fuck are you talking about man?! I barely know this girl!”
Sam hums a little too pleased with himself.
"Don't know man... You took her with you... You don't let your best friend touch her... She's the first woman ever to bring something out of you... I'm just saying..."
Bucky scoffs dismissively.
"The only thing she brings out of me is murderous instincts..."
Sam laughs out loud again...
"That good huh? I can't imagine what happens when you two are in bed..."
Bucky lowers his gaze and coughs a little until an incredulous Sam exclaiming.
“You haven't even fucked her yet? Am I right?”
Bucky only grunts so Sam goes on.
“Have you hurt her?”
“Well…”
Bucky stops to think about that for a moment... Except maybe the way he has treated you earlier this morning, no he hasn't hurt you so far…In fact he hasn’t laid a single finger on you!
Sam stares at his friend and his face lit up with impish glee. And Bucky hurries to explain.
“No Sam, I haven't hurt her and no, I 'm not in love with her. I just feel bad about the poor girl, that’s all.”
Sam isn't convinced though..
“Yeah pal, whatever...Please tell me again when was the last time you felt bad for any other human being?”
Bucky drops his head back and groans.
“Fuck you man!”
Sam grins gleefully.
“I love you too buddy!”
Sam then starts to sing “Love hurts” till Bucky raises his hand and throws his drink at him.
“Wow, watch it dick! Just yesterday I cleaned the place!”
Bucky bolts upright to leave when Sam’s groan in frustration.
“Oh, sit you ass back down punk!”
Bucky does but his eyes are still murderous.
And Sam decides it’s time to have a more serious conversation with his friend.
“So let’s recap… You have a young lady in your house and you don’t really know what to do with her, right?”
Bucky bursts.
“She’s driving me crazy!”
“And what about you?”
What about him? Bucky doesn't catches what his friend wants to say so he just shrugs.
“What about me?”
And Sam lifts a brow.
“How have you behaved so far? Or she has to deal with that delightful personality of yours?”
Bucky throws his hands up and protests.
“Oh… You clearly don’t know her!”
“And you do?”
Bucky doesn’t know how to respond to that… Well, he knows that you act like an impudent child all the time and that’s enough… But now he thinks about it… No, he doesn’t know much about you… After all, the two of you didn’t have much time to talk, fighting like the dog and the cat all the fucking time…
Bucky is caught up in deep his thoughts when Sam sighs.
“Have you spared a moment to think what it must be for her?”
Bucky feels like he’s being scolded and he doesn’t like it but Sam’s right… And he feels even worse than he did before, especially when the other man adds.
“In a matter of seconds, her whole life changed. A man, she she has never seen, took her into his house without her consent, imprisoned her there and intends to keep her locked there for only God knows how long… She’s probably freaked out, thinking that she’s never gonna see her folks again, or if she’s even gonna survive through this and you’re telling me that she’s the one driving you crazy?!”
Bucky drops his gaze on his hands.. He feels so small and unworthy right now…
Because no… Exited as he was with you he didn’t take a moment to think about all this.
And fuck Sam but on whose side is he exactly?! Not on his, that’s for sure!
Now a pouting like a baby Bucky stares at his friend accusingly. But Sam isn’t going to have that shit either!
“Oh man don’t look at me like this now… All I’m saying is to put yourself in that’s girl shoes for a minute!”
When Bucky refuses to say anything more, Sam exhales tired.
“Why you and Steve attacked the poor girl in first place! Man, let’s be honest. She’s not a fucking cop and both you and Steve know it!”
Bucky again refuses to speak ad his mood drops even lower… Well, in his defense you have found out their place and that was enough…
But his mind challenges him. “Was it though?”
Sam asks for explanations he doesn’t have… They just did it! He doesn’t know why! And now it’s cannot be undone!
His voice is a husky murmur.
“What you want me to tell you Sam… We just did! You know how Steve can be!”
Sam nods.
“I do and speaking of the devil I should inform you that Steve’s already pretty obsessed with your girl. Better sort things out with him soon because I have a feeling that this isn’t going to end well…”
That draws Bucky attention who sits a little straighter.
“Obsessed? How do you know?"
Sam scoffs
“Well... let's think... Maybe because she is a new shinny toy and you don’t let Steve play with it? Or maybe becauseI last night after you’ve left Steve couldn’t stop talking about her or about the fact that he’s gonna make you share her with him.”
Bucky facial features turn into stone.
“That’s not gonna happen Sam!”
“Oh don’tell me! I know, Steve doesn’t!”
Bucky brings both his large hands up to rub his face. Fuck! How things got so complicated!
“What the hell should I do?”
Sam’s voice turns very serious.
“First try to have a calm talk with Y/N and then do the same with our dickhead friend.”
“Who?”
Sam chuckles.
“Y/N! Oh you fucker don’t tell me than you didn’t ever bother to ask her her name!”
Bucky frowns.
“It’ didn’t cross my mind while I was dealing with that wildcat!”
Sam gives him a meaningful stare.
“Maybe she wouldn’t be that wild if you were thoughtful enough to ask her name… Or explain her that she doesn’t need to be afraid…”
Bucky wants to scream at his friend that he’s indeed tried to talk with her and comfort her but that insufferable girl wouldn’t let him! But another thought pops into his mind.
“Why you know her name?”
“During your little chasing last night she dropped her bag, plus all her stuff was in that car me and Steve had to get rid of.”
And Sam continues.
“And for your information she was speaking the truth. She was indeed on some kind of archeological research. But not in this area. The rest of her team is seven hours south from here.”
Bucky is really curious.
“How do you know this?”
“I know it because I did my homework! I found the place she rent that car and googled to check if there are any excavations around here. It seems that your doll instead of going south, she got confused and took another road which it led her right into your arms!”
Bucky takes a moment to consider his friends words… Well that explains a lot… And judging by the way you were going circles last night instead of running straight ahead your orientation mustn’t be your strongest element!
Sam’s speaking again!
“By the way, where is she now? Do you trust her enough to leave her alone for so long? How to know she won’t attempt to escape?”
Bucky just knows it… You’re secured for now and plus… How far can you go with a sprained ankle and your total incapability to keep on a straight path?!
“I’ve locked her in the basement…”
He doesn’t fail to notice the irony in the other man’s comment.
“Smooth move buddy!”
Ok, that’s enough. Bucky growls something and he stands to leave except Sam doesn’t stop him this time!
Last thing Bucky hears before he storms out is Sam’s merry voice.
“Give Y/N my regards pal!”