Beauty and the Beast

Another chance

The dim light shone through the curtains. The room was lit up, but not brightly, the early hours still being present. Dust particles play around in the sunbeams, a sense of calm laying over you as you heard nothing at all. You did not remember where you were, but it felt as if you were safer now that you had been for a long time. Your back hurt, no, your entire body hurt, but nonetheless, you sat up to inspect your surroundings. You clicked your tongue, the noise not bouncing back around you like it would if you were in a large room. it must be a small apartment, you thought. It felt nice, to not be surrounded by medical tables and machines, or being in the large Avengers' tower. You put your feet down on the floor, your toes touching a blanket and pillow being newly put right beside the bed. Slowly you stood, holding out your hands carefully. You walked up to the wall, stroking your fingers along the wallpaper, feeling how rough and worn out it was. You started walking around the room like this, touching everything you could, making up a mental picture in your head. You tilted your head slightly up and to the side, being able to focus better that way. You walked around the room, three times and then the fourth you were a bit surprised. Where there was a wall before there was now an opening. Had there been a door there instead? Had you accidentally opened it? You had no idea, but your hands reached out to see where this new path led you. Bucky whom stood before you was close to tears. He had opened the door and seen you up, stumbling around the room, trying to figure out where everything was and how it looked. It had triggered a memory inside of him, from the first time he had taken you away. Happiness had filled him when he remembered it and he had been shocked by it. But it also saddened him, deeply. So quickly had you adjusted to him, to be kidnapped. It wasn't fair, and this kind of relationship with a person wasn't healthy. But he couldn't help it. Bucky was not mentally stable, but you somehow made him feel better, and no matter how unbelievably selfish it was he couldn't help but keep you for himself.

"Don't go out." Bucky said, his hand gently touching yours as you walked further out. You stumbled back, startled by the sudden appearance of your kidnapper, or saviour, and he had to grab a firmer hold of your hand for you not to fall. A wince escaped you at the sudden pain and Bucky was quick to act. Suddenly the door closed behind him and he put down the bag of groceries he held on the floor. Both his hands gently grabbed your hips and removed you backwards, making you sit down ungracefully on the bed. You, shocked and scared, held up your hands for protection, crossed your arms over your head. Silence followed after but you did not dare to take away your hands. You couldn't hear Bucky as he moved around the room, him having gotten used to be very quiet when others were hurt around him. Some minutes later you started taking down your hands, confused to why there was no sounds coming from him, and gasped when you suddenly felt his human hand on yours. He murmured a soft apology and you felt a bandaid being put on your hand. Apparently he had grabbed you with his metal arm and accidentally hurt you with it. That was why he had suddenly pushed you inside, to be able to help you. Your muscles relaxed and you would have watched him carefully if you could have. But there was nothing to do about it. The large man sighed softly once he was done and stood up slowly, his eyes locked on your face.

"Are you hungry?" he asked and you let your eyes travel to where his voice came from. You held you head up, "looking" at him before shaking your head. You felt no hunger at all, and you knew that was probably very bad. Bucky watched for a few more seconds before he quickly grabbed the grocery bag and walked into the kitchen area of the apartment. He started frying bacon and eggs, the aroma flying through the air, triggering cramps in your stomach. You whined loudly, laying down on the bed with your arms wrapped around your middle. You laid on the bed, crying silently from the bed while Bucky did all in his might to get your food done as quickly as possible. Soon the stove turned of and you felt a weight on the bed, making you tip over a little. Bucky told you to sit up, but you couldn't. Your body refused. Bucky bit his lip as he looked at your weak form. How could somebody go from walking to laying down so quickly? He knew exactly why and he despised the reason. Torture. You had used all the energy you had left to check out the apartment and then the pain and horrors of your torture rendered you immobile. Bucky decided to feed you, giving you tiny bites of food so you would have a hard time swallowing. He held your head carefully and brought a glass to your lips, trying to get you to drink, but the water only dripped out by the corners of your lips. A sense of despair flowed his veins, making his hands tremble.

"Y/N, you have to drink. You won't make it otherwise. " he said, but you didn't do anything, your eyelids falling half shut. You breathing became slower and panic was about to grip Bucky's heart. He knew it would take control of him, make him go back to his old was so he breathed in heavily, trying to stop his heart from pounding.

"Y/N... Please...!" Bucky cried quietly but you did not react. He sat there, watching you, seeing how your breath faded. He removed the glass from your lips, all water having run down besides your jaw and neck. His hands readjusted your body hastily and then pressed his hands against your chest, starting to pound on it. He would not let you die. He pressed his lips against yours, forcing his breath down your lunges and then continued pressing his fists against your chest. He continued doing this, over and over, not giving in. A sudden gasp and cough alerted him of your revival and he saw as your eyelids flickered over your blurred eyes. Tears fell down his cheeks and a cry of fear escaped you. You clawed after him, tears flooding your eyes as you tried to understand what happened. He pulled you close to him, his forehead pressed against your as his embrace completely enveloped you in warm safety. You held on to his shirt, your fingers hurting.

"Don't leave me. " Bucky begged as he held you tighter, sobbing your name loudly. You nodded your head desperately at him, your head tilting up to give him a sense of you looking at him. You opened your mouth, speaking to him.

"Please just don't go away again." you whispered.