As Sweet As Cinnamon
1946
Bucky slowly blinked as his vision began to clear as he felt the cold penetrate into his bones. He let out a shuddering breath as the guards pulled him from the tube he was sent to on orders of Zola most likely. He shook and his teeth chattered as they hosed him off with ice cold water before bringing him to the room with the chair. His muscles screamed in protest as they strained to walk and keep up with the guards that practically pulled him along. He let himself be pushed into the chair and strapped down. He tensed just before the pads covered his face, letting out a loud scream when he was shocked within an inch of his life. He thrashed slightly when a voice he couldn’t recognize started to read from the book, causing his brain to go foggy for a moment. He didn't know how long he was strapped there but he let his body sag into the chair in relief when the shocks stopped. “Soldat? Ready to comply?” The man spoke up with a German accent. Bucky stared at him for a moment before speaking. “Go to hell, Zola. Ain’t gonna happen.” he spoke softly through his labored breathing. Zola gave him a glare before snapping the book closed, gesturing for the men to remove him from the chair. “You will. Within time, you will submit to us, Soldat.” He said as he was dragged out of the room. He struggled slightly against them as they brought him a few floors below. When he heard the running water he froze and tried to yank himself out of their grasp but he was dragged into the room and brought to the source of the water. He tried to prepare himself but he wasn’t given much time before he was forced onto his knees. He managed to take a deep breath before his head was forced under the icy water that continued to flow over his head and into the bin. Just when he started to find it hard to breathe, his head was yanked up out of the water. They immediately pushed his head back under, causing him to thrash a bit, trying to get his head back out. Just before he inhaled too much water, they brought his head up, causing him to cough violently as he was thrown onto the ground and beaten without mercy as the same man from before read from the book in the corner as he was beaten and almost drowned. It was wash, rinse and repeat and only stopped when his body couldn’t take it anymore. Zola snapped the book closed and nodded to the men who picked him up by his arms and dragged him out. He was thrown into a cold dark cell with a bed in the far corner but it wasn't long till another body was thrown down onto the floor next to him before the door slammed shut again. He barely had the energy to move so he laid there and watched the body. They remained still for some time and Bucky noticed the smell of blood got stronger the longer he laid near them. When he opened his mouth to speak, the body began to move. He watched as they sat up slowly and rested on their knees before looking down at Bucky. His heart stalled for a moment as he watched them look him over. “(Y/N)?” he asked softly and he tilted his head slightly before recognition flashed through his eyes. He let out a small sigh before gently resting his less damaged hand on Bucky’s head, slowly raking his fingers through his hair, avoiding the damage that was dealt to his face. “Hey there sunshine.” he said in a low and scratchy voice. He noticed his hair was a bit longer now than when he last remembered his short military styled hair. “How.. How long?” Bucky asked, worry starting to eat at him. (Y/N) took a deep breath before slowly letting it out. “I lost count but around a few months maybe. Maybe more. I don’t know.” he said softly before he laid back down next to him, wincing slightly when his back came into contact with the hard ground. “How.. am I here?” he said as he scooted closer to (Y/N). He laced their fingers together and he huffed slightly, knowing that he meant how he survived the fall. “I searched for you.. Well your body at the time, we were both taken in the end. When I saw that you were alive, I figured that it had something to do with what they did to us when our unit was held captive.” he thought for a moment before continuing, happy Bucky gave him a moment to think. “ Anyway.. The doctors have no idea how to keep things quiet. But, I found out you were awake again and.. promised my cooperation with a few things if they kept us together.” he said softly, avoiding his gaze. Bucky did his best to bring the back of (Y/N)’s hand to his lips, giving it a small kiss. “You shouldn’t have done that, Sugar… I will do everythin’ in my power to protect you.” (Y/N) smiled softly at his words. “And so will I. Till the end of the line, darlin’.” Bucky sighed softly as his eyes began to shut again. “Till the end of the line, Doll.” (Y/N) ran his thumb over his knuckles a bit. “What did you mean by again?” Bucky asked quietly and (Y/N) paused for a moment. “Zola had us frozen after we misbehaved.” he said softly which caused Bucky to struggle to sit up, looking down at him. “What did you do?” he said seriously before (Y/N) looked away, racking his brain for a way to explain. “I may have stabbed a doctor in the neck with his pen. He let it slip, what happened with you, and I sorta lost it. Demanded to be taken to you. They roughed me up some before knocking me out. I woke up just before they froze me. Saw you across from me in your “chamber”.” he scoffed softly before he felt Bucky softly squeeze his hand. “We’ll get through this, Doll. I know we will.” (Y/N) nodded slightly as Bucky moved a bit closer again, moving (Y/N)’s head so he could rest in his lap. (Y/N) let out a soft sigh as he relaxed slightly into him, unaware of the prying eyes watching them, talking in hushed voices. “When we get outta here, we’re gonna find Stevie and Peggy and we’re gonna smash their heads in.” he said softly and (Y/N) rolled his eyes. “That was the most obvious thing you’ve said in a while, Buck.” he said before Buck softly kissed him and settled with his back against the cool wall, watching over (Y/N) who started to fall asleep. Bucky flexed his left hand slightly, still getting used to the weight. He gently rested it on (Y/N)’s face, caressing his cheek as gently as he could. His heart fluttered slightly when (Y/N) sleepily nuzzled into his palm, not caring that it was ice cold because he was still Bucky. His Bucky. He sighed softly as he leaned his head back, starting to fear the worse for them. “Steve will find us. I know he will.” Bucky mumbled under his breath as he sat in the dark, listening to (Y/N)’s soft breathing as he slept.