I'll Keep This Secret For You

Chapter 114

I grunt and squirm but can't get free. I'm too dizzy.

Just then the one who seems to be the leader crouches down in front of me and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling it harshly so that I'm sitting up again.

"Ah!" I gasp again as he yanks me upright.

He doesn't say anything, just nods at his comrades who all start to laugh and whistle and murmur excitedly.

"There you go boys. Have your fun." He murmurs, looking me dead in the eyes. "But please, no weapons. We'll be a little bit nice."

I hear a whole lot of knives go clattering to the ground just then.

"Wooh!" One of them cheers.

I'm still pinned down so can't do anything as all of a sudden they swarm me. There must be at least ten of them on top of me all of a sudden all at once, pummelling me. Punching me in the face, the gut, the side. They yank at my limbs and my hair and sneer in my face. The whole thing is a blur. I cry out and try to fight them off but there's too many of them and I'm already weak from that first hit.

Finally there is a shrill whistle and just like that they all step back leaving me laying there quivering. I groan and roll onto my side, coughing only for a spatter of blood to come out and start dribbling down my chin. I spit out a big wad of it before glaring up at the men standing around me looking smug, drawing in a weak, raspy breath, my whole torso aching and on fire.

"Are you done?" I croak.

"Oh no." One of them laughs. "We haven't even gotten to the weapons yet."

Next thing I know I feel myself being pulled up by the arms. I grunt in pain as they stand me up but manage to find the strength to try and shove one of them. Although I realise straight away that that's a bad idea when all of a sudden there is the pressure of a knife being held to my throat.

"Act up and you'll never see your family again." The man who's now right in front of me spits in my face. "Understand?"

I nod stiffly, gritting my teeth.

"Good, now do as your told and go where you're taken."

The men then drag me over to a nearby pillar and shove me down against it. They tie my hands up behind me and disappear for a moment. I look around and all of a sudden can't see any of them.

It's got to be some kind of trap.

"Hello?" I shout.

Still nothing.

I must stay there, straining against the ties for a good few minutes before anyone reappears. It's the same two men, holding a large barrel as they cross over to me from the darkness of the shadows of the warehouse.

"What is that? What are you going to do to me?" I ask frantically, my breathing rate picking up.

But I don't get my answer in the form of words. Instead they dump what must be at least a gallon of water right over my head without me even getting the chance to have taken a breath before it. The weight of the water all at once smashes onto my head. Finally when it stops I gasp for breath coughing and spluttering.

"Alright Sparky! You're up!" One of them shouts before they disappear again.

For a moment I can't see anything again. But then out of nowhere there are two brief sparks and a zapping noise just before someone steps out of the darkness holding some kind of electrical cables.

Oh god. I think. Electrical cables and water are not a good mix.

I know that from my initial days being trapped here and tortured into the Winter Soldier. That is a type of pain I never want to experience ever again.

But regardless, the man continues walking towards me.

"No." I whimper and try to scramble away from him. "No please!"

But it's no use. He's right on top of my soaking wet form before I know it and I hardly register it before it feels like lightening is shooting through me.

A scream leaves my body without control as I feel myself convulsing from the pain. I can't even react in the way that I want to or expect to because it's just too much. I'm literally blinded by it all, my whole body is on fire, it's like the most intense pins and needles ever. He stops for a second and I collapse in a heap, gasping for breath, twitching and yelping, unable to help it. I lay there limply, unable to do anything. I don't want to show them that I'm weak but this is a whole new level of pain. Before I've even had time to recover he's jabs the prods back into me and I hear that blood curdling noise as he sparks them to life again.

Once more I scream, feeling like my body is being ripped apart before all of a sudden it all just becomes too much and everything goes black.

Your POV:

He's lying on his stomach, dried blood caked in his hair and covering at least three quarters of his face from where it has dripped down too. Although his shirt is black you can see the blood stains that are sleeping through that as well.

"Buck!" You gasp, collapsing to your knees. "No, no, no. Please!"

You roll him over and pull his head into your lap, cradling it there and cupping his cheeks as you immediately start to cry.

"Oh my god!" Peggy shrieks and her and Steve come rushing over and bend down around him too.

"Buck no! Come on." Steve mumbles seriously as he crouches down and leans his ear against his chest. "Please be breathing. Please be breathing."

You watch him, waiting for an answer and trying not to break down completely.

"I'm calling Howard and hoping that he hasn't left work yet. We need to take him into shield right now," is all he says when he sits up again.

"And? Is he breathing?" You whimper.

Steve shakes his head. "But there's a heartbeat."

A sob escapes Peggy's lips and she clasps a hand over her mouth. Steve disappears into the kitchen to use the phone. He's back in after hardly a minute.

"Come on. Let's go." He states as he comes striding past you and scoops up Bucky bridal style, his head lolling backwards lifelessly.

"What about the kids?" You ask frantically. "I can't just leave them here!"

"I'll stay with them." Peggy swallows hoarsely. "This is my fault. The least I can do is protect your children."

"It's not your fault Peg. Yo-"

"There's no time. (Y/N) we need to go right now." Steve interrupts you and starts ushering you out the door.

He places Bucky in the backseat of the car and you climb in after him, cradling his head in your lap. Steve drives off straight away.

"Why would they do this." You sob as you look down at your husbands expressionless face and stroke his cold cheek.

"Hydra are relentless (Y/N). We pissed them off. They'll do anything to get back at us. We should've seen this coming if I'm perfectly honest," Steve says coldly.

You can see him scowling in the rear view mirror.

Thank god you don't live far away from S.H.I.E.L.D. because by the time you get there you don't know how much longer you can stand just sitting there looking at Bucky in this state. Steve pulls up, rushes around to help you out and lifts up Bucky to carry him inside. You follow after him helplessly.

It's all a blur as you watch a doctor come rushing over with a gurney and Steve places Bucky onto it. The doctor starts to head off again before you've even had time to catch up.

"Wait!" You sob as you run after them. "No! Where are you taking him?"

"(Y/N)." Steve grunts as he catches you and pulls you into his chest. "Shh, it's okay. We will go find them. You're okay. He's going to pull through."

All you can do is cry into his chest and watch as the doctor and his growing crowd of nurses disappears around the corner with your husband.