Belonging to me [[Bucky Barnes x Oc x Steve Rogers ]] 18+

Fifty-Nine

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By the time I woke up, Steve had gone. I couldn't help but smile when I saw one of his shirts hanging over the end of my bed and I moved quickly to throw it over my head. I closed my eyes and breathed in the smell of Steve. He always smelt so good and his aftershave was something I could never get enough of.

With a sigh, I heaved myself out of bed and headed downstairs ignoring the painful grumble my stomach was making. There was something out of place when I stepped into the kitchen and it wasn't the extra plate sitting on the breakfast bar.

Bucky turned around with a pan in his hand and he smiled softly at me. The next thing I knew, I was in his arms almost sobbing into his neck. The pan had crashed to the floor and Bucky was holding me tightly, his metal hand tight on my ass.

"I've missed you," He whispered in my ear.

"I've missed you too,"

"Steve said you have lost weight," Bucky kissed the base of my neck, "He wasn't wrong. I thought I'd cook you breakfast before I have to leave,"

"I don't want you to go," 

"I know but I'm still trying to convince Tony that we will never hurt you," Bucky placed me on the floor and wiped my tears away, "Don't cry. Things will work out. They always do,"

I nodded and let him pick me up onto the breakfast stool, "Steve wouldn't tell me about finding those idiots,"

Bucky shook his head, "We have managed to grab a few but they won't talk,"

"Who?"

"I don't know whether I should tell you but at the same time you know these guys," Bucky picked the pan from the floor and sat opposite me, "Tony and Wanda grabbed someone called Skull. He didn't live. Not sure why but he died suddenly,"

"You didn't kill him did you?"

"No. I wasn't there. I had grabbed some girl and Sam found someone called Cleaver," Bucky ran his thumb over my bottom lip, "No one killed him. He just died. Bruce is still working on his blood but so far nothing,"

"That's weird," I said, with a sigh, "And the girl?"

Bucky didn't say anything for a moment and he sighed, "Lily Turner,"

"What?"

"It looks like she was recently beaten and given the same serum as you," Bucky said, "She is scared and isn't talking, refusing to shower. I found her locked up in a cage barely big enough for her to stand or stretch out, curled into a little ball. I couldn't leave her there,"

"I thought she had gotten away. Guess I was wrong," I said.

"Look, don't think too much about it right now. We will get them. I promise you," Bucky stood up and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead, "Now isn't the time to talk about that. I want to spend time with you and get you out of Steve's shirt,"

I smiled and undid one of the buttons, "Well what are you waiting for?"

The beating of Bucky's heart was soothing as I laid on him and the coolness of his metal fingers running up and down my spine made me shiver.

"God, I missed this," Bucky said.

"Mmm," I opened my eyes and rested my chin on his chest, "You're so handsome,"

Bucky grinned, "I know,"

"Someone has a big ego,"

"I know what I was born with. Now get up here and give me a kiss,"

I couldn't help but giggled and did as I was told. But as soon as our lips touched we both froze at the quiet noises downstairs. Bucky pushed me up and motioned for me to get dressed. I yanked on a pair of Bucky's boxers that I had stolen and quickly pulled my sports bra on followed by Steve's shirts.

Bucky had his gun in his hand the second he finished getting dressed and he moved me behind the door, kneeling down. He pressed his hand to my cheek and smiled softly at me. I put my hand on his, and he rested his forehead on mine.

The door slowly opened and the room was instantly flooded with smoke that made my eyes sting and my throat burn. I felt Bucky wrap his body around mine, trying to cover my face with his chest but it wasn't working. I held him tight as gun shoots flooded the room and Bucky grunted in pain, falling away from me.

I opened my mouth to scream but I could only cough. I reached blindly for Bucky and felt his metal hand. It was wet and his fingers slowly wrapped around mine. The moment didn't last long because I was being torn away from him.

A choked cry managed to escape my mouth and I was dragged out of the room kicking and trying to attack whoever was taking me away from Bucky. They yanked me down the stairs and I groaned in pain when I was thrown against a wall.

The burn in the back of my throat and lungs had slowly begun to fade. I angrily swiped at the tears streaming down my cheeks to see Slasher remove a gas mask. Beside him stood Butcher and Clobber.

"Hello, gorgeous," Slasher smiled widely at me, "I've been looking for you,"

"You found me," I coughed and winced as I pushed myself up, "Now you can fuck off and eat shit,"

"Now, now," He chucked, "Is that any way to talk to me? Considering that the old man upstairs is only alive because Mr Johns doesn't want him dead. I could easily go back up there and put a bullet between his eyes,"

"Please don't hurt him!" I said, "What do you want?"

"You. It's always been you, Emily. You were Mr Johns best experiment and you are coming home."

"Here," Butcher said holding a phone out to me, "Call your brother,"

"And tell him what?" I snapped.

"Tell him that this is the last time you will ever speak to him. That you've had enough and are leaving for good,"

"I can't do that," I whispered.

Clobber pressed a gun to my temple, "You don't have a choice, beautiful,"

I closed my eyes as tears burnt my eyes and I nodded, "Just don't kill Bucky. Please. I promise I'll stay if you get him some help,"

"Deal," Slasher said, "Make the call and we can leave,"

"Ok,"

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