Buckys' point of view
The guards push me into my cell, my feet forgetting how to work and I hit the ground. My palms slide across the cement like cheese gainer a cheese grater. I failed them, I failed a mission. This is something I have never done before and now I have to pay for what I did. Something inside of me knew that something was wrong during the mission. Since I didn't listen to the guards, I'm being punished. I'm being stuck in a cell for I'm not even sure how long. No food or water either. Confinement, a better word for what I have to do.
Ever since my mind has been getting clearer everyday, I've been noticing things. Like how hydra is doing bad things, and they want me to do their dirty work. Another thing is (y/n). I was the one that kidnapped her and used her to my own advantage. I brought her into my mess, and now she has to pay for it. She is hydras new prized possession. I'm old news now. She isn't the person I knew when I brought her into the hotel. She is a cold hearted killer. I hate to admit it, but she scares me.....
But I love her.
I love her so much, that's how my mind is turning back to normal. She changed me for good, yet she has no idea. Seeing her just makes me feel human, something I haven't felt in forever. She makes me feel good. I know I have done bad things in my past, it's just she makes me see things clearly. But now she's gone, she's a murderer. She is playing hydras game.
I want to get her out of this mess. She's is this beautiful, killing machine. I hate walking the halls and hearing the bitter words that some of the guards say. She is able to be swayed under commands from the guards, and they use that to their advantage. She has been taken advantage of multiple times. Hearing the guards tell me that makes me so angry. One time I almost let the winter soldier take over me again. I can't let that happen though. I'm not sure if I can clear my mind again if the soldier comes out again.
Next time the guards let me out on a mission, I'm escaping. I don't care anymore. Once I'm out I'll figure out a way to get (y/n) out too. I'll make things right. What will hydra do if both of their soldiers are gone, who will do their dirty work now? Not me, and most definitely not (y/n). The thought of hydra falling almost makes me laugh.
"What's so funny?" I hear a guard say.
Looking up I glare at the armored male. He unlocked the cell door, gripping me harshly. "Your lucky, boss wants you on a mission. My favorite girl will be joining you." He says.
My heart thumps to the words. I get to see her, I haven't seen her in a while. I'm surprised they are letting us work together, this mission must be important. Last time we worked together well let's not dwell on the past.
"What's the mission?" I finally.
"Stark is on vacation, looks like he is wanting a first ticket to his death." The guard laughs.
I fake the biggest smile I could make, gotta play the part of the soldier. I can't have anyone know my mind isn't taken over by the soldier anymore. If someone finds out, well either I'm dead or they will do new trials on me. I can't have any of those.
The guards push me into a doorway, inside I see (y/n). She was changing into her gear, and I couldn't look away. Her back was facing me and I found myself looking at all the scratch marks. Either from missions or not obeying guards. Fresh cuts are clearly shown on the lower side of her back, definitely from the whip of a guard.
I shake my head as she puts on a shirt, finally taking notice of me. "Hello soldier." She says, handing me my leather jacket.
I nod to her as I take the jacket from her. She throws on a jacket similar to mine, but the sleeves missing. So basically a vest. Quickly, I throw everything on. I don't want to lose her from my sight, I could tell her my plan. Although I'm worried she won't know what's even happening, she's too far gone. But I can't lose hope, I've changed. So hopefully she can change too.
Following her out of the room we meet some guards ready to escort us. Some of them glance at (y/n), snaking her butt as she passes them. She just keeps walking, like the pet she was made to be. Me on the other hand? I grabbed the guard that touched her by the collar, my fist against his head.
Three guards were on me quickly, pulling my hands behind my back. The guards I threatened fixed himself before walking up to me. "Lay a hand on me and your dead." He says. "Another thing, she isn't yours anymore. Sorry."
The guards let me go, pushing me forward. They think I'm still their pet, their puppet. Oh boy how they were wrong.
