Marvel Imagines

Bucky

You pulsate on the ground, the wire buring your flesh.

"Fucking shit (Y/N). Stupid. Stupid!" Zola yells as he presses different buttons to turn it off. And it finally does.

You lay there and the wire falls away from your hand. You twitch on the ground. Pain erupting in your head.

Zola leans down and looks at you. He scoffs. "You didn't die. Get up."

You take a heavy breath in and three guards help you up. One wraps his arm around your chest to keep you from falling. The others hold your arms. "Fine. I'm... fine. Let go." You stutter out still catching your breath.

"We can take you... to the hospital... or somewhere else you wanna go." The man holding you around the chest speaks.

The others grunt and tighten their grip. Mr. Barnes thrashes in his chair.

"Men. Let her go. Some other time." Zola smirks. They drop you and return to their spots against the walls.

You rush to your seat and sit. You bit your lip wanting to say something. You say it, knowing the punishments. "I am your only damn engineer and doctor here, brother. You should pay more attention to me when I work." You look at your clipboard in your hands as you speak.

Your brother let's out a frustrated growl. "You dare speak to me like that! I will have your punishment over seen to three hours. Those three guards will see you in your room after this, (Y/N)." Zola snarls, spit flying from his mouth.

You sit there with your clipboard. You lock eyes with Mr. Barnes. He holds sympathy for you. You give him a small smile. His eyes look all over you.

"Let's begin. (Y/N). Take my notes." He presses buttons and electricity fills the patient. His screams and sobs rack throughout your head. He does this for an hour. Zola turns it off and Mr. Barnes slumps into the seat. 

Once he composes himself, he looks around. Zola is satisfied with himself once again. And you scoff. You look at Mr. Barnes as he looks at you. You see in his eyes as they flicker with remembrance. The restraints on him release and you get up and stride over to him.

"Mr. Barnes. I'm (Y/N). Your caretaker, personal doctor and arm repairer." You chuckle and smile down at him.

You look around and see Zemo is preoccupied by talking to those three guards that literally grouped you, not help you. You bend down and move the hair out of his face, behind his ears.

"I'll come back when you're in your cell." You whisper.

A hand grabs the hem of your skirt and pulls you away. "Playing doll with the super soldier Miss (Y/N)?" One of the guards spats.

"N-No. I'm telling him about his next mission..." You trail off as his hand pulls you closer to him. He uses his other hand to throw your clipboard across the room. His arm trails to your stomach and tightens his hold.

"Zola's letting us punish you..." The man speaks in your ear. The two others approach.

Mr. Barnes stands up. His voice scratchy and husky. "No..."

You look up at him. He is much taller than you. He's a bit bigger than the guards.

"Sit down doll boy." One of the guards who isn't holding you pushes him down into his seat. Mr. Barnes fights back and stands. The other guard not holding you pushes him down with the other guard.

The one holding you drags you away, out of the door. You see Zola waving at you smirking.

"You jerk! You're supposed to protect me! Not use me and dispose of everything I have after I help you!" You cry.