"Желание."
The word Holden says is familiar, but I don't know why.
I don't understand what he's saying.
"Ржавый."
Russian?
I don't understand Russian.
I jump as the alarm begins blaring above me, the short hallway lit only by a red light.
What's happening?
"Семнадцать."
My stomach churns and my head gets light.
Wait.
Bucky's activation phrase.
But it doesn't work—why is he trying to activate Bucky?
It doesn't matter.
Focus.
The door shifts and I have one thought.
Get them out.
I race towards it and stagger a little at the movement.
"Рассвет."
Bucky runs towards me.
Something's wrong.
"No, no, no."
My head gets light, and I take a step back.
"Doll, it's okay, it's not going to work."
It's not okay.
It's not.
"Печь."
My heart pounds in my chest at the realization.
"No! Stay away from me!"
Holden.
He said these words to me.
Flashes of being in the training room flit across my memories.
Of him saying those words.
Then losing control of myself.
"Doll, please, it's me, it's okay," Bucky says gently.
"Девять"
My nerves sing and I clench my fists.
It's going to work.
"No, oh God, no."
What do I do?
I don't want to hurt them.
"Добросердечный."
I look up at Bucky and dread fills my body. "I'm sorry."
I pull him towards me as tears drop down my cheeks.
I need to be taken down.
I force his arm back before sending it into my nose.
"Y/N!" he screams in horror, and my heart breaks.
I'm sorry.
"Возвращение на Родину."
No.
Please no.
I send his fist forwards again, not caring where it lands. I feel a crack as it hits my eyebrow and let out a cry of pain.
"Barnes! What the hell are you doing?!" I hear Tony scream.
Keep them away.
I look back and grab onto them, pushing them across the room and freezing them.
"Один."
"It's not me! It's not me!" Bucky screams in horror.
"I'm sorry," I cry.
A look of realization crosses his face, mixed with absolute horror. "Y/N, stop! Please stop this!" his voice is desperate as his arm pulls back again.
"Товарный вагон."
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Holding On | Bucky Barnes
FanfictionIt's been two months since Y/N returned to the Compound, but despite her best efforts, she can't seem to escape her trauma. Nightmares haunt her at night, while memories stalk her during the day; a never-ending cycle that she hopes she can smile her...
