Part Ten: I escape from a child assassin via the bathroom window
That evening, I got interrogated by Sonia.
She sat on a stool and wheeled it up to the top of the table.
She smiled at me, and I watched her with curiosity as she pulled a tray next to her.
Various dentist tools were on the tray.
I raised an eyebrow.
She smiled coldly at me.
“I’ve read your file, Mr. Barnes. You’ve got quite the history; fighting for America, fighting against America, and then fighting for America again.”
She tutted, and pulled some hair away from my face.
I tensed up, waiting for her to slap me.
She didn’t do that; she just brushed her thumb along my jawline. I hadn’t shaved in a while, and the stubble was starting to grow into a proper beard.
Sonia smiled at me.
“You like that, don’t you?” She purred.
“No,” I said, staring at her.
She sighed, and leaned forward, looking right into my eyes.
“You have one brown eye and one blue eye,” she mused. Then she picked up a small metal handle with a circular mirror attached to it.
“Open wide,” she said.
“Why?” I asked.
It was the wrong thing to do.
She quickly put a plastic thing that automatically held my mouth open.
I thrashed about on the table, trying to get away from her.
Sonia sighed, and tightened the leather straps that held me down.
She then put the mirror in my mouth and looked at my teeth.
“You’ve got a rotten tooth right here,” she said, tapping my front tooth gently. “I guess we’ll have to take it out.”
I didn’t say anything; I just looked at her in horror.
“Alternatively, you could always tell me where my two best agents are.”
She removed the plastic guard from my mouth.
I gasped, and glared at her.
“Why would I tell you that?” I spat at her.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to write it down then,” she said. She clapped her hands, and Karli appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
She went to behind my head, and forcefully held my mouth open.
She was strong; too strong for a normal human.
Sonia leaned over me, and held a sharp scalpel in one hand.
“Wait!” I said.
“Let him go,” she said to Karli.
I looked at Sonia.
“I know where they are.”
“They’re in Scotland.”
“Where in Scotland?”
She looked me over, then got up and packed her equipment up.
“I’ll send my agents there. But if I find out you’re lying, you won’t be so lucky.”
She walked away with Karli, who spat at me.
Then the lights went off, and I was all alone.
I fell asleep for a few hours, then woke up from a terrifying nightmare.
I tried to sleep again, but I couldn’t; the table was too uncomfortable.
I slowly took the knife from my sheath on my thigh, and worked away at the leather straps.
Once I got out of bed, I ran.
Immediately, some sort of security alarm went off, and the lights went red.
I swore under my breath, and ran.
The first thing I noticed about the building was how modern it looked. The technology was almost futuristic; I was pretty sure I passed a machine that looked like a giant donut in a large room.
Most of the buildings in London were either rundown or had a strange style, such as the church down the road from Steve’s shop that was inside a giant cross.
I felt a pang pain in my heart; I missed Steve, Sharon, Yelena, and Rou. I even missed Caleb McLuhan, the cyborg mechanic. I especially missed Natasha.
I wondered what they were doing now. Were they in Scotland by now?
I almost didn’t see the little girl at first.
She couldn’t have been older than eight, and she was dressed in pyjamas with superheroes on them.
She smiled at me, and stepped out from the shadows.
My stomach churned; The Saints couldn’t have hired a little girl, could they?
“Hello,” the little girl said. “I’m lost. Can you help me?”
I shook my head.
“Sorry. I’m a bit of a hurry.”
I went to sidestep her, but she blocked my path.
“Oh, that wasn’t a question, mister.”
Oh, come on. Could this get any worse?
She kicked me in the groin, and I doubled up in pain.
She grabbed my arm - she was surprisingly strong, just like Karli - and dragged me into a bathroom. She hauled me into the bath.
The handles on the bath became metal cuffs that held my wrists down.
The girl turned on the tap that produced boiling hot water, and turned a fancy looking handle that pushed the plug into the water.
“I’ll tell the mistress you’re here,” the girl said, and ran off, closing the door behind her.
Boiling hot water was quickly filled the bath.
My boots and trousers started to get soaking wet.
I had to think fast; I didn’t have long left until someone came back for me.
I quickly broke out of the cuffs, and got out of the bath.
I tried the door, but it was locked.
Then I saw the bathroom window next to the bath.
I suddenly heard footsteps outside the bathroom door.
I didn’t think twice; I wrenched open the bathroom window, and jumped out.
I landed awkwardly on my right ankle.
I hissed in pain, but I started running - ok, hobbling - trying to put as much distance between the building and myself.
It was a shame I didn’t see the Land Rover until it hit me.
I quickly got up, although my head felt like it was on fire.
I somehow ended up in some woods, and collapsed in a river.
Dark Paradise - Chapter (twelve / ?)
Pairing: bodyguard!Bucky Barnes X fem!Reader
Series Summary: Through out your life you’ve been able to easily get used to many things. Sudden wealth, new cities, affairs, new step-parents, drugs, etc. All of these things were normal for you, your life was pretty normal to you at least. That was until a certain man flipped your world upside down.
Chapter Summary: You come home and help Wanda plan her first gala. And unfortunately she wants to invite a certain man.
Warnings: Some swearing
Word Count: 1.8k
a/n: it’s technically friday now where i live so i thought i’d post this tonight instead of waiting until i wake up in the morning lol 🤭
You smiled to yourself and crossed your hands behind your back as you stood in the elevator that would take you up to Wanda’s penthouse.
You were definitely glad that you had decided to take this trip, but you had to admit you did miss home a little bit while you were gone.
You still weren’t over Bucky, but you were aware that things like this took longer than just a few weeks.
You believed in yourself and the future.
You were excited for what has yet to come and thought that things were looking up for you.
You knocked on Wandas front door a few times and happily waited for her to come to the door with a almost genuine smile on your face.
Something still felt missing and you knew who that something was, but you chose to just ignore this feeling.
As she opened the door, she looked extremely relieved to see you.
While she took you into her arms for a hug, she informed you of the gala she had been planning and how stressful it was.
She guided you over to her dining table where there were what seemed like hundreds and hundreds pieces of paper sitting on it.
Your eyes darted all throughout every single one of them before you said anything.
“I wouldn’t mind helping you out a bit.” you offered as you gestured towards the papers.
She let out a loud sigh as she began to speak, “Please do! This is so overwhelming.” she swiftly said.
You chuckled and muttered a quiet ‘Alright’ as you sat down the table.
Prior to your arrival, she had been making invitations for this gala. Most of which were just for the owners of businesses along with their wives that your father knew when he was alive.
“Do you mind if I put some music on?” Wanda asked you.
“No, not at all. That’ll probably make all of this go by faster anyways.” you answered, grinning at her.
A smirk rolled out across your face as Ain’t Shit by Doja Cat played through the speakers in Wandas house.
“Just the song I need right now.” you said, softly chuckling.
“I know.” Wanda replied, giving you a knowing look while resting her hand over your own as she laughed with you. ￼
You bobbed your head as the song continued to play, raising your eyebrows with joy as you realized that your favorite part was coming up. ￼
“Said that's not cheating if I wasn't with your ass, yo.” you and Wanda loudly sang together in unison, laughing again afterwards at the coincidence.
As the last song ended, Wanda shakily held the last invitation in her hand. You knitted your eyebrows up as your eyes went to her hands.
“What’s wrong?” you asked, trying to comfort her the best you could.
“Don’t be mad but, I saved this last invite for Bucky.” she told you, still obviously nervous.
You rolled your eyes at her and tightly crossed your arms over your chest.
You weren’t ready to even hear his name again yet, here Wanda was inviting him to this gala you knew you’d have to attend since it would be her first.
“Just hear me out, I think you should give him another chance. I saw him two weeks ago, just after he had barely moved into his apartment and he looked like complete shit. He told me to tell you when you got home that he regrets what he did and he wants you back. He said that he loves you (y/n).” she explained to you.
You sighed as you stared down at your laps and slowly uncrossed your arms. This was a lot to take in all at once.
“Oh.” you replied.
The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before a notification went off on your phone. It was a text from one of your friends.
Now that you were single once more, your friends knew they had to take you out for a girls night, which you hesitantly agreed to.
You pulled it out and quickly read it before you put it back in your pocket and opened your mouth to speak.
“Sorry, I gotta go, I have a girls night to attend.” you cheerfully said, but slightly in a rush.
“Alright, don’t drink too much.” Wanda said as she hugged you goodbye.
As you exited the elevator again, your heart practically pounded out of your chest. You saw Bucky standing there on the other side of those shiny grey doors.
Wanda was right, he did look like shit. You kindly smiled at him as you walked out of the elevator.
“Hey (y/n).” he said quietly with a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Hi Bucky.” you said, holding the door for him.
He still stood still outside of the elevator, he looked as if he was frozen in place and lost in your eyes.
Taking note of this, you removed your hand and just the two doors close.
“How have you been?” he awkwardly asked as he moved away from the elevator, causing you to slowly follow after him.
“I’ve been okay, Big Bear was really fun. I had a good trip. How’ve you been?” you answered as that beautiful smile of yours appeared on your face.
“I’m glad to hear that. I’m alright, just hanging in there.” he said, stuffing his hands into his leather jacket pockets.
You nodded in response a moment before you spoke, “Well, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I gotta head to a bar anyways. I’m sure my friends are already impatiently ￼waiting there for me.” you said, quietly laughing as you finished speaking.
He nodded as well and waved goodbye to you as you quickly left the building.
Once Bucky reached his apartment, he pressed himself up against his front door and slid his body down until his butt hit the cold floor.
He ran his fingers through his short hair and began to think about your short interaction.
He had been practicing for weeks what he was going to say to you the next time he saw you, but when he finally did he just froze up.
But he was glad that he hadn’t embarrassed himself too much.
Thirty minutes later he let out a quiet sigh as he took his phone out of his back pocket and started to look through peoples Instagram stories.
His eyes lit up as he reached yours and saw that you were already at that bar you were talking about, you had even tagged the location.
He decided to go there, he didn’t want to come off as creepy but seeing you again reminded him how much his missed you. Though, he didn’t even know if you would he happy to see him there.
But that was a risk he was more than willing to take.
So, he quickly threw on a nice outfit, hopped in an Uber and headed for this bar. He smiled to himself on the drive there, he was glad that he was taking this risk.
The second he got there, his eyes scanned the whole room, desperately looking for your beautiful face and body. He glared at anyone who came up to him and tried to buy him a drink during this time.
A few minutes into his search, he spotted you. You were hopelessly trying to make some creepy guy that was bothering go away.
He wanted to get you to trust him again. So, he swiftly walked through the crowd and up to this creepy guy.
“Leave me alone!” you screamed as Bucky continued to approach you and the creepy guy.
“She said to leave her alone man.” Bucky said, defending you.
“Why does it matter to you?” the guy asked.
Bucky tightly gripped this guys collar in his metal hand and brought him up to his eye level. The guy was already looking back at Bucky with pure fear and he knew that he would give up pretty easily.
“I’m her bodyguard, now fuck off!” Bucky shouted, dropping the guys body onto the floor.
He scurried away and left the bar the moment he was out of Bucky’s threatening and secure grasp.
“Thanks, you didn’t have to do that.” you said, smiling up at him.
“No, I did have to. Even if we aren’t a thing anymore, I’m still going to protect you doll.” he replied.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have called you that.” he added, scratching the nape of his already sweaty neck.
You set a hand on his right shoulder, “It’s fine Bucky.” you assured him.
“Okay.” he said, loud enough for only you to hear.
He watched with a pretty smile on his face as you went back to your friends. He liked seeing you happy and having fun.
You did think that it was little suspicious that Bucky had just happened to come to this bar. But you quickly shook these thoughts away.
Maybe he just wanted to get out of the house? ￼you thought.
By the end of the night, Bucky had crushed one or two glasses in his hand as watching you grind and dance on random men made him incredibly jealous.
Though, he was aware that shouldn’t feel this way because you still weren’t his at all.
Your presence pulled him out of his thoughts as he saw that you were drunk and stumbling up to him. He softly grinned at you as he helped you stabilize your body.
“Bucky, would you mind taking me home in a cab or something? All of my friends are drunk.” you slowly told him letting out a few laughs along the way.
“Sure, doll.” he said, already pulling his phone and ordering an Uber with his free hand.
Once the Uber arrived there, he helped you into the car and sat closely next to you, making sure to keep you sitting up straight.
“You were jealous of those guys, I saw the way you looked at them when their hands were on my ass.” you said, laughing as you slurred your words and lazily rested your head on Bucky’s shoulder.
“Mhm.” he quietly replied.
“I love you.” you told him, still slurring your words and giggling.
He looked down at you with a bit of concern, “You don’t know what you’re saying doll, you’re drunk￼￼.” he told you.
“Okay, whatever you say Buckaroo.” you said, still resting your head on his shoulder.
After he got you home, took off your makeup and tenderly put you in your bed, he contemplated leaving your home.
But, he remembered how bad your last hangover went, so he decided to sleep on your couch, using his jacket as a small blanket.
He desired to be there incase you needed something from him.
Plus, he didn’t want you to be alone and accidentally choke on your own vomit. That probably wouldn’t end well.
This night had finally made Bucky feel happy for the first time in a little while. In a way, he had his girl back. Even though, he knew that you two still had a long way to go.
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