Stranded: Ch1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The guard that was sent to put you away, handled you roughly as he escorted you through the halls of the airship. There was no escapung from this guard. The pilot specifically had to pick a muscly, buff person to lead you away from the cockpit. He had dirty blond hair and he seemed to be five years or more older. You could of kicked him especially in the lower area, but what would that do? He would alert more of his collegues to confront you.

Plus, there was no where to run anyway; you were thousands of feet above ground, and there wasn't a flashing arrow that guided you to the location of where parachutes were.  The only way was to reach the cockpit and land the ship. But did you even know how to fly a proper airship?

You  lowered your head down, your (h/c) hair covering your face to hide the tears that were starting to escape your eyes.  The guard didn't need to see it. To you, you were exposing how weak you were. Then again,  a trainee in the history of SHIELD had never been captured before, so there was at least a small reason to be afraid and cry.

Entangled in your thoughts, you started thinking about how everything had happened so fast. One moment you were on the submarine, waiting to just complete this one simple mission and get a place in SHIELD and now you were trapped in a HYDRA airship, and taken as a prisoner. Surely SHIELD would send a rescue party to save you? Steve would of contacted them right? No man or woman left behind? Or would they dare to  create a cover story by saying you were dead instead of missing?  Besides, your parents and relatives were already dead, no one would really miss you.

Then again, you wouldn't want to see the director's face. Would Nick be furious if he met you again? Knowing that he spent all the money,  time and effort just yo save you?

Your thoughts were interupted as you were shoved into a room with barely any lighting. Looking up, you regretted it. It looked like a dungeon or a torure room. It looked different from the rest of the ship because from you perspective, it looked poorly built, making it an even worse condition to stay in. The room was filled with rusty, black iron bars, that vibrated everytime you or the guard took a step.

The walls had paint flaking off and the floor was undeniably a slab of dull rough concrete.  Leading you to the last cell at the back, he took out a ring of keys from one of his pockets, and used it to open the cell door. He pushed you in, not caring if you were hurt, and turned his back and slammed the cell door shut while locking it.

The impact of the push made a concussion in your head, as your it met the floor side on, causing you to have slight blurry vision. Rubbing your head and sitting up,
you could see he was still standing infront of the bars of the cell.

"HYDRA don't exactly employ women." He started, "Our boss says it's a distraction from creating our new world. Hence why you stick out like a sore thumb. If you were a man, wearing a suit like that, you would of probably gotten away."

"You're giving me a some sort of sexist lecture now? About HYDRA? What's your point?" You spat back, but with a hint of curiosity.

He laughed at your comment, which made you want to strike him across the face for not taking you seriously.

"What I mean is, we haven't seen women because of our commitment in a long time, and because I'm here, we could have...a little tumble around." He said, trying to imply something.

You realised what he meant, as the his words tore through you like a piece of paper.

"You disgust me. Your sick and perverted." You breathed, glaring at him.

He smiled and shrugged his soldiers,"Oh the things I would do to you...but orders are orders, I'll come back and maybe we could arrange something." He smirked as he turned on his heel and walked away,  his footsteps echoing through the room.

Feeling trapped, you slumped down and hid your face in your knees, crying quietly. Things just seemed to get worse and worse. Right now, you wished that you were at a restaurant with Steve, having a good time and laughing at eachothers company. You missed him so much. A small part of you made you feel like you wanted him to just...hold you right here.

But why?

It was probably because he was your only friend that you got along with, while you trained at SHIELD. Everyone seemed to look down at you. You weren't exactly the best, and you had to admit, you did struggle a lot and failed tests, but he saw right through you and helped you out. But that didn't seem to be it. You constantly raked your brain, trying to find a legitimate reason as to why you missed him.

***
The Captain sat there in silence near the seats by the cockpit of the SHEILD hovercraft. He hadn't said a word to anyone since the degrading call for help he needed.

Captain America needing help.

As if that was bad enough. It had been hours since his rescue from the HYDRA airbase.  Tired, beaten, but most of all worried for the sake of (Name), he wished that he could just turn back time and redo the mission so that none of this would of happened. His head started to replay the moments that had happened a while ago. Each time, he regretted for not being able to warn her properly.  He didn't care that he had a black eye, bruises and cuts all over his face, and a sling over his left arm. All he cared about was that (Name) was taken away from him. Noticing his quietness out of curiosity, Fury approached him, followed along with the red headed, black widow, Natasha.

"What happened out there? This was the first ever time we've had to rescue you." Fury asked, trying to sound sympathetic.

Steve stayed silent for a few seconds before answering. "She was gone." Which was all he could muster the courage to say. The director and widow raised their eyebrows as they glanced at eachother, not understanding  his answer.

"Who was? And why?" Natasha asked, trying to get him to say more. Saving Steve from explaining, Fury whispered into Natasha's ear. The red head nodded in agreement, knowing who he was talking about.

"Where is she?" The widow persisted, sensing to get some type of clues from the Cap's replies.

He sighed, and buried his face in his hands. "Everything was going fine." He started,  his voice raspy and low, "we split up, trying to take down the aircraft. I was going to call backup after I finished, but HYDRA found out that they were getting ambushed...because they found their own guards knocked out, caused by me not hiding them well. Before I could warn her, the aircraft that (Name) was on, took off in a rush...said they needed to deliver something called 'The Asset'. I tried to stop it from taking off, but I was surrounded. Then she was gone. Because I didn't save her in time. It's my fault." He finally took his hands away from his face and crossed his arms, with a guilty expression shown on his face.

"It's not your fault Steve. Just some misfortunate incident that's all." Natasha said, comforting him.

"It is, Nat, this wouldn't of happened and by now, I should be with (Name) having a congratulations meal." The widow smiled and quirked her left eyebrow. She knew it. Testing to see if her theory was green lit, she commented back.

"You didn't invite me..." she stated. The Captain looked away, distressed and replied seconds later. Fury looked at both of them, trying to figure what was happening.

"I just need some time to myself please." He finally got out.

Nodding to Fury to signal that they walk away, the red head turned on her heel. After they were out of the Captain's earshot distance, she spoke to the director with a smile on her face.

"What seems to be funny Romanov?" Fury questioned.

"The 'Asset' on the aircraft seemed to be important for HYDRA to be exporting, especially if they didn't want it to be hijacked or ambushed. If it's that important, then we have to find it, for the sake of SHIELD. But that's not important of course. " She stated,  a playful smirk on her lips.

"Then what is?"

"Nick...the Captain's in love."