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Top Eight Playlists For Character Comfort

You know you're coping when you start writing, doing playlist and working. Be a bad ass with these playlists

James Barnes: Jaymes Young- I'll be good Imagine Dragons- Demons The White Stripes- Seven Nation Army Arctic Monkeys- Do I Wanna Know? Josh Turner- Your Man

Loki Laufeyson: Sting- What We Could Have Been? Fin- Ship In A Bottle Bonnie Guitars- Dark Moon Brenda Lee- If You Really Love Me Imagine Dragons- Whatever It Takes

Wanda Maximoff: Paul Ankla- Put Your Head On My Shoulder Taylor Swift- Look What You Made Me Do Imagine Dragons- Smoke and Mirrors Carpenters- The End of the World Alan Walker- On My Way

Natasha Romanov Cloudy June- High Waist to Hell Malia J- Smells Like Teen Spirit Kate Bush- Babooshka Lady Gaga- Poker Face Ariana Grande- Dangerous Woman

Steven Grant Sting- Englishman In New York Engelbert- Lonely Is A Man Without Love Curtis Harding- Our Love Lindsey Sterling- Something Wild Christophere Cross- Arthur's Theme (Best That You Can Do)

Layla M.I.A- Bad Girls Sigrid- Everybody Knows Taylor Swift: Bad Blood SIA- Unstoppable Survivor- Eye of the Tiger

Jinx Bea Miller- Playground Woodkid- Guns For Hire Imagine Dragon- Shots Imagine Dragon- Enemy Ramsey-Goodbye

Percival De Rolo Bon Jovi- Blaze of Glory Barns Courtney- Sinners Grandson- Blood// Water Panic! At the Disco- This Is Gospel Peter Centena- Glory of Love

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Chapter 2: Exhausted

Trigger Warnings: Death and torture. Proceed with caution, take breaks when needed. Mental health is important.

“My past has tasted bitter for years now So I wield an iron fist “

2014

The cold metal freezes your insides, rattling through the bones. It's like being inside in a meat freezer, it chills your very core. Perhaps the room was too cold for you and the thin lab gown they made you wore had exposed whatever privacy you ought to give yourself. It made you shudder. Anxiety creeps in as a familiar feeling of dread washes over you.

The blinding lights blended with the white walls threatened your vision. An unfamiliar smell of antiseptic accompanied by a dizzying feeling that washes over you. You found yourself lying across a metal bed. Both wrists are restrained, you get a sense of exhaustion as you struggle to lift your right hand. Couple of people were going in and out of the room, their outfits blended with the walls.

"You were struggling violently, I had you placed under a higher dosage."

A doctor emerged out of the corner of your eye, her face covered by a surgical mask. The German accent faintly noticeable under the muffled voice. Your eyelids felt heavier, as you gaze across your left arm. A surge of fluid runs across the needle, painful as it is, the sleepiness overrides the sensation.

She carried a clipboard, wearing a lab coat larger than herself and a name tag that said 'Dr. Christina List'. You tried to speak, but no voice came out. Air comes out of the windpipe and a few moans. It didn't help when an orogastric tube was forced down the throat and through your insides. You tried to wiggle your toes that had developed numbness due to the cold.

"It took you two weeks to regain consciousness after three months. Rest while you still can.”

The last thing you remember was seeing another restrained patient, a man in his thirties beside your bed having an epileptic seizure, doctors managed to get a hold of curtains that blocked your view. Slowly, sleep crept in.

After a week of disorientation and slumber. Dr. List managed to evaluate and assess you. It started with a pinch then before you knew it, they had you under one medication and couple of injections.

The doctors have managed to remove the tube, but now as you attempt to speak hoarseness was prevalent. She simply hands you a mirror over to inspect yourself. You have seen how pale you are and how the swollen cuts healed across your arm and legs. The bruises that scarred your right eye and lip began to heal. You remember how vividly an enhanced individual slammed you across the metal handle of the stairs. The whole floor of analysts were taken hostage and when you tried to escape through the doorway, you met the assailants.

You remember the pain of being choked and free falling across the open area, descending fast down the ground of the building. Last thing you remembered was plummeting as the glass impacts the body and a couple of gun shots that fired open towards your workspace.

“Why am I here?”

Dr. List refused to look you in the eye as she gathered the rest of the old cotton swabs and the medical tray that lays beside your metal bed.

“You’ll have to take your questions to the higher ups,” she says before walking away. You awaited your answers, until one day a familiar enemy strikes your attention.

One of the higher ups came towards the lab with his two men. He was much younger full of vigor, there was coldness in his gaze. His face tells everything who he is and he wanted you to know it. Pierce wanted you to see his nerves of steel, his calculating nature and the brutality that lies behind his neutral expression.

“Take her, drag her if you have to.”

You remember the iron grip when the men pulled you out of the restraints and shoved you forward to the cold sliding door.

They've pulled you by both arms and had you restrained under a chained handcuffs. You've accustomed to the cold, but walking across the hallway barefooted gave a new gnawing feeling of terror.

The constant scream echoes across the chambers. You can smell the faint iron mixed with sweat accompanied by the humid air within the walls.The memory become a blur accompanied by a migraine and the constant nauseating feeling settles.

A woman beaten and bruised extends her hand over the small window of the rusted door. Her face partially wounded as a bigger assailant drags her over. You know these people, they were the enhanced individuals Maria Hill spoke.You’ve seen them on the news rampaging across your hometown.

"Let me out,please. I need to see my boy,” she whimpers accompanied by a loud crack against what you presumed to be the skull within where she is confined. There was silence as they hauled you towards the elevator. To Hydra this was a normal situation, not even the guards looked up to check who was being dragged under the dim lit fluorescent lights. One of the soldiers manning the desk seem to have noticed that you’re hands are shaking. He gave a smug comment, “They’re going to break you like that fucking woman. You have every right to be afraid.”

Then the elevator closes, it was one of those industrial elevators where you can see every light for each floors as you descend. One of the floors had blood all over, there were no bodies but you saw a couple of janitors cleaning up the mess. There was a struggle to take into the account of everything going all at once. The HYDRA facility was not only home to human experimentation but also weaponry testing.

You are a nobody, You knew SHIELD will not compromise their resources over a low entry asset.You’re alone. Companies don’t give a fuck about the newbies which is why you’re screwed and you knew it.

The screeching sound of the body and the footsteps echoing the halls was too much especially when your head throbs under a migraine and the numbness refuses to leave both your arms. It now threatens your chest, the pain extending the ribs as the men transferred you to a barely lit room, occupied by a hanging small bulb. They’ve removed your restraints, propelling you towards the room.

A figure stands alone, his hands behind his back and a face you never expected to see and in the corner of the room a still individual presses himself against the wall.

Baron Wolfgang von Strucker, his hands extended to welcome you. He wears his familiar black vest and an overall military gear. A smile beaming across his face as the four men shuts the door close. Leaving you with Strucker alone, you can hear their footsteps vanish across the halls that is now replaced by a deafening silence.

“I hope you find the facility welcoming. You know you’re in a losing position. I’m sure you’re familiar with the protocols.” He clasped his hands together casually asking you, the faint German accent showing.

“Where are the rest of the serum?”

You shook your head trying to remember despite the dizziness that settled down. You knew what they were talking about, SHIELD was able to stole back the serum used for the Winter Soldier program and the remaining enhanced individuals. A previous work you heard made by Arnim Zola who had fatally passed away. You knew where the organization kept them, after you wandered off through one of the restricted facilities. Maria knew you weren’t the noisy one, so you weren’t fired within first week.

“I don’t know, it’s not under the roles assigned on my watch.”

The figure from the shadows emerged, you can now see the scar across his face. You know him better, he was your colleague. “That’s not what the intel I received from your department said,” Rumlow replied.

That motherfucker. You can now clearly see him with arms folded, a snicker plastered on his face. While you worked behind the desk retrieving information from every operation, he was always in the fields.

You couldn’t help but grit your teeth, rage flares up from within. “You son of a bitc-” before you can finish, a punch lands across your vision. The pain ripples across the jaw, enough to send you to the nearest cemented wall. Of course, he was a son of a bitch. Not only did he compromise SHIELD, but sent you into all this mess. A low-entry newbie agent, that no one really gives a fuck about.

“A dumb bitch wouldn’t make it past the embassy nor SHIELD. I will ask you again, lass. Where is it?”

Ah, fuck he knew I worked with the embassy. What else did he knew about me or my family? Did he knew my friends? What about Yasha?

Having been into a much tougher situation, you knew you’ll be spending your holidays here. Maria Hill briefed everyone never ever to give out data even when your life is on the line, especially if it means sending thousands of innocents to their death. You agreed to this, but you didn’t sign up to be a facility hostage.

Regaining your footing, you managed to land a jab across Rumlow before having him slam your head on his shin. You slammed across the ground, barely had time to register what was happening. Your old associate’s foot on your chest. Grappling with both hands, you attempted to claw your way out, but his foot was steady and firm. The pain spreads across the sternum and past the rib cage accompanied by the lack of oxygen.

"You've rehabilitated me only to break me down. You’re going to have to try better than that."

You struggled to breathe as dark spots obscured your vision, Rumlow gave a low laughter proclaiming how feisty you were or dumb in both cases. Strucker’s voice echoed across the medium sized chamber.

"And we will. We can't break what's already broken. But you're an operative, we like to believe you still have a use.Goodnight, Ms. Y/LN"

Slowly the German unhinged the door, you can hear the footsteps trailing away. Few seconds past a kick across the face sent you into slumbers.

Chapter 3: Hail Hydra

#bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #winter solider x you #agents of shield #hydra marvel #lovers to enemies #james buchanan bucky barnes #james bucky barnes

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Chapter 1: Everything and Nothing

“But the blood on my hands scares me to death Maybe I'm waking up today”

2021

You were able to drift to sleep on a cool summer night. Unfamiliar to you that the blue-eyed soldier slipped past the doorway. Crouching, observing, and breathing louder than he should be. The once Hydra operative intentionally made his presence known.

"We need to talk. Do you still work for Hydra?"

Your eyes fluttered open, grabbing the nearest knife behind the pillow. Given your expertise in hand-to-hand combat and sharp blades. You own two, the other one is hidden under the bed foam. An arm however deflected your attempt to swing the knife, revealing James Barnes. The cool metallic arm locked your wrist, not enough to hurt you. His stern, calculating and emotionless expression remained, yet you saw how humane he is compared to who was he before.

You knew him too well. If he wanted to talk he would. If he wanted to slit your throat he already did.

"Talk is not the word you should be using. You're in my bedroom." Your eyes showed annoyance and surprise. For you, this felt more like an interrogation than an unexpected visit. Let alone, your space and privacy were invaded. Being an operative doesn't allow you to sleep much and tonight was one of those nights where you're dying for a six-hour sleep.

The white walls and the silence did not help the tension. You noticed, however, somewhat he changed. The hair, the way his expression softened, and the decline of that animal instinct present within the Winter Soldier. It's almost pathetic.

"Answer me, Y/N."

Instinctively rising from the bed, you took the opportunity to kick him in the chest. Bucky did not anticipate the blow, temporarily knocking him over by the door.

You managed to take your other knife and place it in your pocket before he swings his metal arm right over your head. Barely evading, you took the blanket and swiftly locked it around his neck.

"You invaded my room and expected this to be a therapy session. You must be fucking joking "

Had he forgotten you were trained alongside Black Widow? Not as good as her, but enough to make your way through the ranks. While Natasha found a loop in the system and escaped, you also did. Except your risks were far heavier than the Black Widow.

"I am if that eases you."

James chokes as he reached for it trying to hook his way out. His other hand reached for the spare lamp on your bed table, you took note of it. For a moment, you got sidetracked and decided to sweep the lamp with your right hand rendering him without any weapon.

You knew when he came, he wasn't armed which makes the escape attempt easier. Unexpectedly, Bucky managed to lift his right leg and kick your left arm holding the blanket in place. The sudden attack threw you off balance, knocking you over the bed frame. Your back crashed over the wooden post, the sudden pain strikes and could take a day or two to heal.

"Why?"

He was now gritting his teeth, a million thoughts racing past his head. James scanned through your eyes. There was a hint of regret and confusion in his tone.

"Since when did you become concerned over my life?"

You prepared to launch yourself parallel to the door. Approximately three seconds passed, and you reached for the doorknob. The soldier once again grappled you by the left arm. This time you were able to take the knife from your pocket and slash it right across his arm. The sudden distraction gave you time to rush past him, aware of the pain in your back.

You then proceeded to the kitchen, remembering where you stored the sniper rifle and caliber. Behind the marbled counter lies two drawers, you opened one of those and retrieved them.

"I wanted this to be a talk, you decided to make things hard for us."

James catches up to you, his arm bleeding which stained the grey hoodie he wears. Anger flared in his eyes, a phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He refused to inspect it. He wanted answers and you better have something to spit out of your mouth.

"Us? And you think Hydra didn't have it hard for me? They had my brother and sister by their necks."

Wrong choice of words, Barnes. You remembered a fragment of your relationship with him. To him, this was a different context, a game between two opposing agents. Love was replaced with disgust and you can't blame him. The word 'us', you held it significantly. It's something you can't expect him to remember.

The images started to flood back to Barnes, a photo of a 12-year-old boy and a 14-year-old girl. The memory was faint, he recalled seeing their photos, an assault rifle by his hand. He recalled blood, the scream of a child being dragged away, and a body lying still. He remembers you, not in this way. The soldier knew you weren't this structured, composed and aggressive.

"What am I to you?"

He recollected himself, his brows furrowed as he leaned by the doorway. The bleeding had barely stopped but his confusion did not.

"Everything and nothing," you replied back as the memories flooded back to you. It's as if a dream you awoke from. A brief recollection of events sent you back to the facility, year 2014. The weapon felt too cold under your touch. It gave the same feeling you had when HYDRA first saved you.

“Life was better without you, Barnes.”

Chapter 2: Exhausted

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x agent #winter solider imagine #winter soldier

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