I’ll never forget
(A/N): I have been dying to write this one too
Request: Hey doll :) Can you please do an imagine where you work for shield but are on a Undercover Mission to free Bucky. You visit him everyday before he gets the electro Shocks but he never Forgets you. So one day you’re finally able to free him and you nearly escape both, when Hydra finds out. You then shove bucky out of the building as the agents shot and hit you. Bucky sees you breaking down and screams your Name and decides to safe you before you both are rescued from Fury and he never leaves you.
Warnings: maybe angst? Swearing, the usual :)
You wince softly as you gingerly operate on Bucky’s arm, the metal plating having been damaged on his last mission.
You’d been ‘recruited’ for Hydra months ago, little did anyone know you were actually on a Shield mission to save the asset, the winter soldier, Bucky Barnes. You’d been entrusted with the soldier’s safety and that’s why you could operate on him alone without anyone else in the room. You didn’t pump him full of drugs like the other doctors did, you didn’t sedate him whenever he got dangerous, he didn’t smack him to bring him back to reality because other than the fact that you couldn’t physically do it you didn’t have to. Bucky was never violent with you, he usually sat still the entire time you worked on him, never really saying anything or doing much so you never had to hurt him.
“You’re soft,” The soldier rasps, his voice much more rough than it usually was. “You’re not like the others,” You hum softly as you tweak some wires, litle sparks flying out his arm.
“Yeah? What makes you think that?” You smile at him before quickly getting back to work.
“You smile at me,” He whispers, cocking his head to the side. “You don’t hit me, you don’t stick needles in me, you’re the only person here who’s ever been kind to me,”
“Well,” You whisper as you continue to work, being careful not to bump any of his other wires. “You deserve kindness,”
“I’m a machine,” Bucky states, turning his head back ahead, his gaze finally falling from you. “Machines don’t get kindness,”
“If you don’t treat a machine well it won’t work, isn’t that how it goes?” Bucky doesn’t answer, merely keeps his gaze straight ahead. “Well, if you don’t treat a human nice it’s going to stop being human and I don’t want that for you,”
“Am I human?” Bucky asks, his lips barely moving. With a sigh you put your tools down, smoothing your hand over Bucky’s improved plating.
“You’ve got a heart, don’t ya?” Bucky nods, then stops, his lips pursing in thought.
“I guess,” You smile a bit, resting your chin on your palm.
“You’ve got a brain, right?” Bucky nods again.
“Then you’re human Buck, I promise you,”
“I don’t feel human,” Bucky whispers, his gaze falling down to his arm. “I don’t know what I am but I’m not- I’m not human,”
“I think you are,” You whisper as you check the plating one more time, ensuring that it was well enough for inspection.
“I never forget you,” Bucky whispers, his gaze never travelling from his arm. “Even after they wipe me, I don’t forget. I don’t forget the way your hands feel on my skin, or the way you smile at me, I don’t forget your voice or face, I don’t forget you like I forget everyone else,”
“Bucky-” You sigh once again, your heart constricting in your throat.
“Please don’t tell them,” Bucky looks at you, his eyes full of fear. “You can’t let them know,”
“I won’t tell,” You nod your head, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “ I promise I won’t,”
Bucky stares at you for only a moment before he’s nodding, his gaze falling back down to his arm once again.
"They’re gonna be back any minute,“ He whispers, his tone bit as emotionless as it was only few moments ago.
"I know,” you sigh, absentmindedly running your thumb along his hand as you speak.
“They’re gonna wipe me again, aren’t they?"
"Don’t they always?” You smile at him sadly, your eyes no doubt swimming with emotion.
“It hurts.” Bucky states, his tone nearly robotic at this point. “More than anything I’ve ever felt,"
"I’m sorry Buck,” you whisper, wishing nothing more than to get this poor guy out of here. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” Bucky nods, pursing his lips at the telltale signs of shoes in the hall just outside his cage. “I promise you Bucky, I’m gonna make the pain stop someday,” You let go of his hand as the door to the isolated room opens, putting your facade back on, wouldn’t want hydra knowing you’re a double agent.
“Everything’s been fixed,” you state, no hint of emotion in your voice. Pierce smiles at you, gripping your shoulder gently.
“You’ve been a good agent (Y/N), very good, nearly as good as the soldier himself,” You cast a glance at Bucky, noticing the way his eyes had taken up that reserved, cold demeanor once more. “Now get out of here, you’re done for the day,” you give him a polite smile and nod, quickly exiting before they started clearing Bucky’s mind once again.
You tried to walk down the hall as fast as you could, desperate to get away from them, to go back to your safe house and decompress but no matter how fast you walked you couldn’t seem to escape Bucky’s haunting screams of pain.
You stayed with Hydra for months after that, always fixing up Bucky, checking some of his diagnostics, even training him a bit. Eventually you became so trusted in hydras eyes that they allowed Bucky to be free around you, no other guards needed. It was a huge mistake on their part, given you were already preparing a plan on how to get the two of you out of here.
“(Y/N),” Bucky states as he calmly wipes his knife of any blood, not even sparing a glance at the quivering mass of human on the floor.
"You’re thinking about breaking out, aren’t you?” You look up from your clipboard where you’d been measuring how accurately The asset could slit a throat.
“How did you-”
“That’s what you meant when you said you were gonna end my pain, right? You were gonna get me out of here?” You bite your lip, nodding hesitantly. “I can help- I know where all the guards are, I know which halls are empty, I can tell you where it’s safe and were it isn’t,"
"You want to get out of here?”
“If it’s with you? Yes,” Bucky slides the knife back on a table, each chunk of wood covered in a weapon of sorts.
“Well?” You lean forward, setting your clipboard aside. “When do we wanna ditch this place?"
"You’re sure this is the right hall?” You ask Bucky as the two of you creep through the hydra base, making sure to be extra quiet.
“I know the layout of every hydra base on this earth, i know we’re in the right hall,” Bucky places his metal arm in front of you, stopping you dead in your tracks.
"Shhh,” the soldier warns, placing a finger to his lips. You close your moth, listening intently to whatever it was that had set Bucky off. You strain to hear but there was no mistaking the sound of heavy footfalls in some hall, evidence that now people were hunting you two down, and fast.
“Shit,” you whisper, fear bubbling within your chest.
“We have to run,” Bucky states coolly as he grabs your hand, yanking you down the hall.
“Stop them!” Someone down the hall yells and suddenly the footfalls are getting much, much closer.
You run just as fast as Bucky, your feet hitting the concrete below you with such force that you could feel your feet ache. The two of you round a corner, two big silver doors before you signaling your way out; you were so close.
"Almost there,“ Bucky encourages, not letting go of your hand for one second. You nod your head as you book it towards the exit, freedom so tantalizingly close that you could taste it. But suddenly a shot rang through the air and a crippling pain shot through your chest. With a sudden cry you drop to the ground, causing Bucky to nearly fall as well. His hand still grips yours as you use your free one to clutch at the hole in your chest, blood seeping between your fingers.
”(Y/N)-“ Bucky murmurs, more fear in his eyes than your ever seen before.
"Go,” you rasp, your body burning in pain as you speak. “Get out of here,"
"No,” Bucky growls as he almost effortlessly picks you up, pulling you to his chest. “I’m not leaving you behind,"
"Bucky, I’m- I’m dead weight at this point-” but Bucky doesn’t even give you a moment to finish before he’s booking it down the hall, only stopping to break the control Panel to the doors. The doors slide open, revealing a few simple grounds, nothing much in sight except for the large black helicopter sitting just a few feet away from the base.
“It’s shield,” you rasp, pointing a finger to the copter. “We made it,"
"Soldier, I demand you stop!” An agent scream, guns firing shot after shot as they attempted to wound one of you.
“Are you motherfuckers getting in here or what?” Fury pokes his head out of the small space available for a door. “We don’t have all day,” Bucky rushes towards the helicopter, only stopping to hand you over to Steve’s embrace. Bucky quickly jumps in the copter and not even a second afterwards the pilot takes off, Nat, or a familiar red headed woman who Bucky could’ve sworn he’d seen before.
“Shit (Y/N),” Steve curses, his hands ripping open the front of your suit. “You got hit pretty bad,"
"I know,” you rasp, your chest aching in pain. “I told Bucky to just leave me behind but he refused,” Bucky nods, his gaze trained in on your face. “We made it Bucky,” you reach up, grasping his metal hand a bit. “You’re safe now,” Bucky nods, lifting your hand to rub his cheek against it, a sweet gesture that had you melting on the inside. “We’re safe,"
~2 years later~
"Bucky!” You call out to your fiancée who seemed to be having trouble getting out of bed.
It’s been two tears since your days of hydra and things couldn’t be better, you had your own home, a nice one too, you didn’t have to worry about hydra breathing down your necks at all times, Bucky had finally gotten his memory back and he never, ever forgot you. Even when he’d forgotten his own name, or how is mother had died, he’d never forgotten you, just like he told you that fateful day. With a reminiscent smile you flip a pancake, hollering to Bucky once again.
“Bucky come on! I made pancakes and coffee!"
"I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Bucky chuckles as he sleepily wipes at his eyes, his feet slowly but steadily carrying him to your side. He wraps his metal arm around your waist as he presses a kiss to Your neck, his stubble tickling you softly. “Thanks doll,” Bucky murmurs, causing you to giggle just a bit.
Bucky’s lips slip over to your scar, a good sized bullet hole that had scarred over, leaving behind bumpy, white flesh. “I’m going tux shopping with Steve today,” Bucky whispers, his lips still gently pressed to your skin. You hum softly as Bucky kisses his way back up your neck, stopping just below your ear. “But after that I thought we could go to that record store you wanted to look at,” you nod your head, a small smile working it’s way up to your lips.
“I’d love that,” Bucky hums this time as his free arm reaches out to play with the ring on your finger, a simple band, nothing too fancy, but simple and elegant.
“I love you,” Bucky murmurs against you, tucking his face back against your neck.
“I love you too Buck,” Bucky’s arm tightens around you as you flip a pancake, smirking proudly to yourself as you flipped it perfectly.
Bucky purses his lips in thought, a small humming noise issuing from the back of his throat.
“What’s on your mind?” You ask as you scoop more pancake batter onto the skillet, listening to the oils sizzle and pop.
“I was just thinking…can we have pancakes at the wedding?”