You're nothing but a slave. (Bucky Barnes)

You're breakable, You're weak, you're our slave.

My entire body aches as I squeeze my eyes shut moaning and turn my head to the splintering pain running through my entire body starting at my left arm. My eyes open slightly. Sunlight beams onto the compacted snow around me and I raise my other arm to shield my eyes and I look at my left. My arm ends above where my elbow would be, I lay in a puddle of blood, my arm stub limp. My body stings and I can't move. I try to get up leaning on my right shoulder but I fall backwards to a faint train track on the giant ledges above me, Far far above me.
Steve.
Where is he? Is he safe? Is he back at the base? Did they get zemo? My throat burns as a stare up at the light above the track and mutter "S-Steve." Before blacking out.

I wake up in a damp, stone room. Despite the window above me it's pitch black except for a small lamp hanging across the room from me near a metal door seemingly bolted shut. My arm is wrapped in a thick cloth that feels like sandpaper, my shirt is off and my pants are stained with blood and soaked in water. My boots are on but soaking wet and slimy against my socked foot.
Sighing I run my hand through my hair and stand steadily. I cross the small room to the door and bang on the metal with my fist. It can't be opened from the inside.
Pounding with my fist until stinging aching pains absorb any ambition to stand. Just as I'm sitting down on the bed -that seems to be a metal frame with multiple blankets folded on top of it to mimic a mattress- the door swings open and four men walk in. Three have identical clothing and helmets, weapons and actions. The fourth is a young man dressed in a long black leather trench coat and boots with tight black pants and a handgun in each hand.
"Ah! You're awake I see." He laughs walking to me and pulling me off the bed from the shoulder. He expects a reaction. I stare expressionless at him while at the same time shaking, horrifically close to screaming. He grabs the back of my neck with a large gloved hand and pulls me towards the three soldiers.
"Take him to interrogation, I'll meet you there." They have hard Russian accents not easy to understand, at least it's in English.
I'm escorted soaking wet and half naked through a large dark compound with long hallways full of metal doors and guards. As we reach the first windowed door I've seen more guards come and speak rushed and indecisive Russian to the men with me before throwing me in the room.

I hit the ground unable to brace my fall by putting my hands out and I fall straight onto the bandaged stump. Scraping my bare chest, arms and face on the gritty cement ground. Minutes later i seem to be in a chair at a table across the table is the man from the room I was in. My wrist chained to the arm rest on the chair. Everything I happening too fast I can barely make sense of it.
Where am I? Who are they? How am I alive? Still I say nothing and show no emotion.

"Barnes!" The man shouts at me angrily as I snap out and look at him.
"Where's Rogers?" He raises his eyebrows patronisingly.
"How about I ask the questions. Where am I?" He shakes his head smiling.
"Where's Rogers."
"He is a..." I check an invisible watch and smile at him tapping my wrist.

"Ah! He's kicking hydra's ass." I can see him smoking as what i said sank deeper into his thoughts.

"Take him down to the pit." He waves at two men behind me before standing up and loudly leaving. They grab my shoulder and I stand. One behind me one in front we walk down a hallway towards 'the pit'.

The pit turns out to be no more than a dungeon. With stone walls dripping with water and red fluid i hope isn't blood and men in leather with knives who are usually either dragging bodies away or escorting more in. They push me into a small room that's completely dark except a torch in the corner and leaves me with a soldier.

I stand and he pushes me against the wall holding me there and digging his elbow into my abs as wall restraints are pounded around my wrist and ankles. Chains descend from above me on the wall and wrap around my neck, shards of rusty metal dig into my flesh. Chains and shackles from the wall wrap around my legs and ankles. The wall is cold and wet against my bare back and shoulders. The man smiles and grabs a short knife from a table near the door. He approaches and my entire body tenses, his mocking tone cold and dark. He asks where Steve and the howling commandos are. When i don't answer he slides the thin blade across my chest, every slow second a long, stinging, agonizing pain. When he repeats the question and it's met with stony silence he slices down my chest beginning at the collar and down in a deep, burning line ending near my belly button. A deep, throaty scream burst from me in a roar of pain. He continues to cut into me, each wound deeper than the next. He's no longer asking just waiting for me to cave in. Blood gushes from my chest and abs spilling on my pants and floor. Red trickling out of me running in streaks down my body staining my skin.

I scream for steve, all I need is steve. My voice stings as i scream in agony.

After what seems like hours of this he unshackles me making sure to rub the barbed chain on my face as he takes it off my neck. I fall limp onto the gritty ground bracing my fall with my shoulder and standing unsteadily in the corner. Another man comes in, takes one looks at me and laughs under his breath.

"I'll take him to the showers. Any thoughts?" The torturer shrugs.

"He's a tough kid i'll give him that."

Im taken to the showers where i strip and stand in front of a small mirror that's next to the shower head. Wiping the blood from me my entire body stings and aches. I feel like fainting as a watch the bloodstream from me into the drain below my feet. I breath slowly shaking and lean against the wall sliding down the brick wall ripping up my back and wrap my arms around my knees resting my forehead on them. Without control I silently sob.

All i want is Steve.