Homecoming
His hand dragged down his face, his body was cold and he ached all over. A steady dripping noise was sounding on his right hand side.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Bucky let out a deep sigh. He didn't need to open his eyes to know where he was. He'd been here before. One of the many Facilities that HYDRA had, this was where they kept him when they were in the states.
Sure enough, when Bucky forced his eyes open, he was in his usual cell. He remembered it all. The huge crack in the concrete wall, the steady dripping from a leaking pipe through the corner of his room. Bucky sat up on the cold concrete, and glanced around the room. It was bare, all except his single bed and the metal prison like toilet and sink combo. Bucky dragged his hand down his face in silence, and he then realized just what he had done.
The reality of his rash thinking kicking in. He knew he'd made the right decision, protecting his team. He then remembered that he had left his left arm prosthetic back in the village. Hidden from Hydra. The loss of his arm made him sigh out in frustration, but he forced himself To stand up. He walked over to the metal toilet, looking above it, he studied himself in the small cracked mirror. He had a red mark on the side of his neck where he had been shot with the tranquilizer dart. He had to give HYDRA credit for that one, they had upped their game. Bucky's thoughts then drifted back to Steve and his team. To Natasha and Wanda. He knew sacrificing himself was the best thing he could have done. They would have tortured Wanda horrifically if they had captured her. Hell, he was pretty sure they'd do the same to him. He knew they would torture him, beat him, they'd do anything and everything they could think of to break him again like they had so many years ago. It was better him than Wanda. She didn't deserve that. Not again. Wanda had already been through so much, he was glad he prevented it from happening all over again.
Bucky rested his real hand down on the metal sink basin as he dipped his head in thought. He could only hope that Steve and his team would find him before HYDRA had their chance to break him completely.
He hoped that all the work and progress that he made with Shuri would hold up to what HYDRA was about to put him through. He knew what was coming, and the lengths that Hydra would go through to break him, to control him all over again.
Bucky was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the all too familiar sound of the key turning in its metal lock. He lifted his head, instantly steeling himself- his eyes going dark as he straightened his back. He turned around to see three guards with guns drawn and aimed at him, standing in front of the scientist. "Welcome Home Soldier," the familiar voice rang out into the cold of his cell. "This will never be my home," Bucky spat out as two guards walked towards him. They lowered their guns and quickly worked to put Bucky into ankle cuffs, a chain ran upwards And connected his hand to the cuffs around his feet. "Lets go shall we?" The scientist spoke out as the two guards ushered Bucky out of his cell.
Bucky figured he was on his way to his first beating. So he just followed along with the soldiers, but he stopped abruptly when he realized where they were going. His brows furrowed as he noticed the sign on the door. The guard swung the door open, and Bucky refused to walk any further. The guards rushed him and physically pulled him into the room; Bucky's heart sunk in his chest. He knew eventuallythat HYDRA would bring him here, but he'd assumed they'd go the same route as before, building up to the extreme means of torture.
But not today.
They were jumping straight to the big guns, and Bucky knew Steve and his team wouldn't make it in time. "Damn it," he mumbled as he soldiers pushed him closer. "As I said before," the scientist spoke to Bucky just as the soldiers pushed him closer, "Welcome home solider."
The chair.
They had to take him to the fucking chair first.
Great.