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The past, the present... The future.  -Part 8

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 8: The Past.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: heavy mentions of rape and torture, angst.

A/N: I don’t even know. This is strong, guys! Please, let me know what you think!

Previously: Part 1, Part 7

Originally posted by rickbridge

Previously:

I leave the notebook on the table when I hear rapid footsteps approaching. Bucky busts through the door. His expression is twisted in a mix agony and guilt when he looks at me.

“What’s the matter?”

He looks at me in silence for too long. Eventually, he speaks. “You… You’re the girl with the HYDRA scar.”

It’s been long since anyone called me that, but there was a time when that name was all there was from me. It was my only name and identification. That was all I was.

The girl with the HYDRA scar.

It’s been a long time, but it hasn’t been enough.


Y/N’s POV:

Acid. It was running through my body, burning me inside out. I was pressed against the way, bitting tightly my arm so I didn’t scream. But the pain was just too big. Too intense.

I was in my cell. I had been living there for approximately the past five years, but it was difficult to tell. If I wasn’t wrong, I had turned sixteen around a month ago, but I couldn’t be sure. I had been in there for so long I was completely disorientated. Well, it didn’t matter given the fact that I was most likely never going to leave the place alive.

I was shaking very badly, my body’s natural response to the invasive substance that now cursed through my veins, consuming every cell of my body. It was killing me. My breath was heavy for the immense effort my system was doing to cope with the serum. My body was bruised from their needles and scissors, my mind was tortured by the images of the table… The room creeped menacingly towards me, but I couldn’t go any further, my back was pressed against the cold wall. Slowly, my conscience started to drift off and took me to the day it all started…

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