Chapter 1
You were on a mission with the whole team. Including your boyfriend, Bucky. You two had been going out for a while now. It was going great. You both were worried about each other on missions but knew that each other could handle anything, you were avengers after all.
This mission was getting a little out of hand, hence why the whole team was involved in the first place. Bucky and you would go where you were needed but would always come back into each other’s sight line. Making sure that each other is okay. Early on you had both decided to do it this way and not over the com during missions. You didn’t want to distract the others in the middle of a mission with checking in on each other. All the other Avengers had told Bucky and you that they wouldn’t mind but you two still decided this was better.
It had been a while since your last check in. You couldn’t find him, and he couldn’t find you. You figured that you would find him or he you, eventually.
You figured wrong.
Suddenly there were more bad guys around you. Where they came from you had no idea. They came from every direction and seemed to be specifically targeting you. You kept fighting as best you could, calling for back up. No one was answering, not even Bucky.
‘Damn, did I lose my com?’
Then you slipped and that was then end of it. They jumped on you holding you down. You got a few good kicks and punches in before they injected you with something. The fight in you slowly left as you passed out.
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Bucky made his way back to the team.
“Bucky is here!” Steve called out.
“Sorry, I lost my com at some point. How is everyone? Who is missing?” He asked.
“Everyone here is fine.” Nat said.
“But?”
“Peter and y/n aren’t back yet. We have a location on both. Tony went to look for Peter and Sam went to look for y/n.”
Bucky ran his hands through his hair. He knew you could handle yourself, but he hated not knowing where you were.
“Has anyone tried to call her?” He asked.
“Yes, but she must have lost her com too.” Nat said back.
Tony came back a minute later with Peter in his arms. “Got Peter, barely.”
“What happened?” Nat asked.
“They were carrying him away and I shot them down.”
Just then Sam came back, empty handed.
“Sam?” Bucky said.
“Sorry Buck. It was just her tracker, she wasn’t there.”
“We will find her.” Steve said.
“Damn right we will.” Bucky said.
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You woke up on a hard, damp, and cold floor. Concrete. Your whole body ached. Arms shackled behind your back, ankles tied together. You looked around. No windows, no bars, just chains and a solid door. You heard footsteps, then the door open.
“Ah your awake. Now we can start.”
“Start what?” you said.
“Oh, a little of everything.”
Two more men came in and picked you up and carried you to another room. You struggled against them but realized you weren’t going anywhere with your legs tied together. You tried to pay attention to the route they took just in case you managed to run away at some point. There were so many doors, almost like a prison but none of them had windows or bars. They reached a room with a table in the middle. They took off the shackles and you managed to land a punch to one of mans’ noise. But the other quickly grabbed your arms. He strapped you down to the table.
“First we got some injections. Please let us know the effect they have on you.”
They wasted no time. The first one made you drowsy. The second, like your veins were on fire. The third, ice. There were more but they just made you scream in pain.
When you woke up again, you were back in the cell on the concrete floor.
This was the cycle. Sometimes it was injections, other times it was torture implements.
Hours turned into days, days into weeks.
The first few days you tried to think of ways to get out. The next few days you screamed for Bucky until your throat was raw. After that you just laid there, fading in and out, waiting, hoping.
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After the third week there was a new noise outside the cell. It sounded like a lot of feet running and loud voices.
‘They’re here.’ You thought. ‘They found me.’ You faded out.
After a while, you came to again, there were less footsteps and voices. It still seemed different.
‘Where are they?’ Then you remembered all the doors. ‘They don’t know which one.’
You couldn’t lay here any longer. You wanted to go home.
‘How long had it been?’
You took a deep breath and screamed as loud as you could. It had been a while since you made any noise, but it was loud enough. Your eyes fluttered.
‘Stay awake. They are here. Bucky is here.’
A few minutes later there was pounding on the door. You knew you didn’t have enough energy to scream again. You were hoping one of the guys with super hearing was out there or they had a hearing device.
“I’m here.” You said a little more than a whisper.
There was a voice yelling, more pounding, then a few bangs. After the last one the door swung open.
You tried to keep your eyes open, but you couldn’t really focus on anything. You saw red, blue, and black blobs rushing back and forth. Into the cell, out of the cell, in the hallway. There were voices that you also couldn’t focus on.
Your eyes closed but you didn’t pass out. Suddenly there was something in your hands and a soft pressure on your neck.
“Come on.” Peter said. “Hey Bee. Are you with me?”
You snapped out of the fog that was clouding your head when he said your nickname.
“Come on. Squeeze my hand. Something.”
You twitched your fingers against his hand.
“Yes. Do it one more time Bee. Let me know you are here.”
This time you more deliberately brushed his hand with your fingers.
Peter turned away. “She is alive! And somewhat conscious right now.” He turned back to you. “Just a few minutes, okay? We have to clear a path out of the building. Bucky will be here in a couple minutes. Just hang in there.”
He walked away to help the others.
‘What’s a few more minutes…’ you thought to yourself as you passed out again.
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Inner Monolog:
I always knew he’d find me eventually. I just didn’t know it would be like this.
Bound. Dirty. Weak.
I thought I would have escaped on my own. He would walk out of his room at the tower and find me standing there. Smiling. No, smirking. Because I didn’t need him, or anyone, to save me. He would say “Atta girl,” like he was never worried about me and hug me like he was never going to let me go.
Well, at least one of those things was true. His grip on me was so strong and it was all I felt before I passed out again.
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“Bucky!” Peter yelled when he got close to him. “Bucky she is in the room up the hall. Nat is standing outside the door. Go. I got this.”
“Thanks Peter.”
Bucky ran to the door.
“You got her?” Nat asked.
“Yeah.”
“I will get the jet ready.”
Bucky nodded.
He slowly walked in the room. He was so angry with himself. Three weeks. You had been missing for three weeks. Practically a month.
He kneeled; his hands hovered over you for a moment. Then he carefully picked you up and held you firmly in his arms. He made his way to the jet. Once there he laid you on a bench and started taking the shackles off your arms and legs.
“Bucky, be careful. We don’t know what her injuries are.” Nat told him.
“I can’t just leave her in them.”
“I didn’t say don’t. Just be careful.”
He took them off and saw the raw, bleeding skin.
You stirred. When the shackles came off, pain usually followed.
“Hey, hey. You’re okay, babe. I found you.” He sat by your head and cradled it.
“Buck…” you mumbled.
“Shh. You're safe.”