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Chapter 9

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only Warnings: Non-con, Kidnapping, Stalking, Explicit Sexual Content, Dark Bucky Barnes, Dark!Bucky, Dubious Consent Relationships: Bucky Barnes/Reader Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader, Natasha Romanoff, most of the Avengers, and OCs from AHIAR

Read the first story in the Innocence series, All Heaven in a Rage

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Summary: Because of changes made in the past when the Avengers reversed the Snap, anomalies occurred. A few people who “blipped” didn’t return once the Snap reversed. Likewise, a few people who died before the Snap inexplicably came back.

One who returned was the daughter of a top lieutenant in HYDRA. Bucky Barnes knew she’d died before the Snap because he’d killed her himself. He’d been ordered to kill her along with her father who’d betrayed the terrorist organization while he was still the infamous Winter Soldier. Now she’s back, scared, and on the run from HYDRA operatives.

As far as the world is concerned, the lovely young woman is dead. Bucky learns of her completely by chance, recognizing her delicate face as one of those who haunt the nightmares he can’t escape. He knows it’s only a matter of time before HYDRA catches her and he’s not convinced she knows anything that would earn her protection from SHIELD.

Envious of his best friend’s newfound happiness in a relationship that didn’t have the most traditional beginning, Bucky decides to take advantage of the opportunity presented to him and take matters into his own hands…

This will be long/multi-chapters.

*******

You knew when you heard the tumbler click that you were almost there. Another small adjustment and…

It unlocked.

Holy shit! I did it!

Your hand shook as you turned the knob and the door opened.

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you realized that you might not have much time. Darting back into the bedroom, you pulled your one pair of shoes – flats – from under the bed and slid them on. You also grabbed the cape you’d worn at the airport because it was autumn and chilly. You needed all the advantages you could get to make this escape attempt.

You scrambled to tuck the tools back in the toolbox and scooped it up with the knife. You’d need those.

It took a minute to even talk yourself into walking through that door.

It’s not too late. You can lock it again and close it. No harm no foul.

But James said he’d know the minute you tried to get out that door. Maybe he told you that to scare you. But from what you’d seen of the man so far, you doubted anything he said was bullshit.

That meant you’d better run because if he knew you’d picked the lock, you were fucked.

Scared and shaky but determined, you climbed the stairs.

The rest of the house looked pretty normal, clean and tidy. There were no photos of him or anyone around on tables or walls. Just a scattering of paintings and some black and white photographs on the walls.

Focus. You have to get out of the house now.

You spotted the rear door at the kitchen first and dashed to it.

You stopped short in horror. The door had an electronic panel on it with an LCD display. Part of a security system.

Fuck.

You couldn’t pick that.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Taking a calming breath, you stopped. Home security system. Your father started using one after you left for college. He could see everything on an app on his phone, right?

James is going to see you on his phone.

THINK!

Did James have a computer that he used? There was probably software installed on it to manage the security system. If you could access that, maybe you could disable it and get the hell out.

Scrambling around the house, you went from room to room until you reached his bedroom. The one he hadn’t been sleeping in because he’d been sleeping with you each night. It was dark in there with blackout curtains and bedding that was dark forest green. The furniture was antique here too. The bedframe, a dresser, and an old-fashioned desk in the corner. On the desk was a desktop computer. A pretty expensive one from the looks of it.

Fingers crossed.

Hoping to God he didn’t have a password on the computer, you dashed to it. Booting it up, you were going to see if there was anything you could do about the security system.

***

“Hey Barnes,” Clint greeted him as he reached the doors that led out of medical.

Bucky nodded, walking around the archer who was standing in front of the exit. When he tried to walk around the smaller man, Clint stepped in his path.

Bucky’s gaze met Clint’s. “What’s up?”

“Where you going?” Clint asked as if his actions were perfectly normal.

Seriously?

“I got an errand I need to run,” Bucky said casually as he could. “I’ll be back in a little while.”

“You check in with Nat?”

Bucky was getting pissed. “I don’t need to check in with Natalia. And I’m not bailing. I’ll be back.”

Clint’s expression softened. “Man, my job in all this is to keep everyone here until Baby Romanoff is born. She will hand me my ass if you leave here, okay? So, can you help a fellow out?”

“Barnes,” Nat called from behind him.

Bucky was losing his patience. Turning to face the mother-to-be, he waited calmly for her to speak.

“You’re not thinking about leaving, are you?” Nat’s expression was one of disapproval.

Yeah, I was. Long story short I’ve got this sweet young thing locked in my basement. She’s trying to pick the lock and break out. Let me go deal with that and I’ll be back, okay?

What he said was, “Yeah, I’ve got an errand to run.”

Nat moved closer, her expression taking on a more menacing tone. “Bette’s contractions are seven minutes apart. What could possibly be more important than that? A hot date?”

A hot date I’m keeping captive. But yeah.

Nat raised an elegant eyebrow when he hesitated in answering.

“I won’t be long,” Bucky told her. “Promise.”

“Not a chance,” Nat told him. “So find a place to set up camp.”

Are you kidding me?

With that, Nat headed back for Bette’s room leaving him standing there perplexed.

That’s it. It’s not like they can stop me.

He could get around Clint. Everyone would be “unhappy” with him. Steve would want to have a big talk. But fuck it, he had to get back. He didn’t really think his girl would be able to get out of the house if she was able to pick the lock.

But he had to get to her. To shut this little rebellion down.

“Sorry, Clint,” he muttered, making a go of getting around Clint to make it out of medical and the compound. Clint held up his hands in surrender and stepped back.

Okay, that was easy.

“Sergeant Barnes,” he heard Vision’s voice before he saw the Vision, today in his red android form. “I can’t permit you to leave the medical facility at this time.”

Fucking Natalia.

Vision could stop him.

Huffing in his irritation, Bucky raked a hand through his hair and marched back the way he came, heading back into the bathroom so he could check his home surveillance without Friday catching on. Once he’d closed the stall door, he pulled out his phone, accessed the cameras.

His girl had made it out of the basement.

Bucky’s heart flew as he scrutinized every camera angle, panicking because he didn’t see her. She wasn’t in the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, his bedroom…

Wait. Selecting his bedroom, he enlarged the image to get a closer look.

There she is. His little doll sat in front of his computer, no doubt trying to figure out how to get around the login.

Smart.

The login was a simple 4-digit pin. She had time on her hands and nothing to lose.

I know what that’s like.

He needed to get back before she figured it out and made it further. He was her protection. If she made it out of the house, her life could be in danger.

Bucky wasn’t going to allow anything to happen to her this time. Even if it meant protecting her from herself.

He grinned as he watched her desperately concentrating on the screen in front of her. He had to say, he liked her better this way. Up until now, she’d been acquiescent, calm. Too calm, like her spirit had been shattered. And he already carried a fuck ton of guilt for her death, even though he would never have harmed her acting under his own will.

No, his baby doll had spirit. Bucky just hoped this surge of bravery didn’t get her killed before he could get to her.

He had to figure out how to get out of here to stop her from getting out of the house. If by some chance HYDRA was watching him…

***

[Steve’s girl]

“You need to do something about Barnes,” Natasha muttered to Steve as she walked back into Bette’s room.

Bette’s contractions were six minutes apart. She wasn’t in any discomfort though. She’d gotten an epidural and was happily texting on her phone. Her mother couldn’t get off work yet, so she was chatting with her continually, assuring her mother that she was okay.

And she really was.

Steve sat next to you by Bette’s bedside, glancing up at Nat in concern.

“Is Bucky okay?” he asked.

“He’s trying to sneak out,” Nat explained. “Said he had an errand to run.”

Steve frowned. “I don’t know what that would be.”

Nat shrugged, exchanging a look with Steve.

You knew they worried about Bucky’s mental state, but you didn’t think that was the case at all. You thought Bucky was just fine. You had a different theory.

“Is he seeing someone?” you asked randomly.

Steve’s gaze swung to you. “What?”

“Maybe he’s met someone,” you explained. “He seemed distracted earlier.”

“He gets that way when he’s struggling sometimes, Sweetheart,” Steve replied.

“Not bad distracted,” you told him. “Good distracted. It wasn’t like he was struggling with what’s in his mind. It was more like his mind was… somewhere else. Maybe with someone else. Just a feeling I have.”

“Really?” Nat smiled now. “Anything else playing into this theory?”

The spies you hung out with were eerily on point sometimes.

You nodded. “I pulled a lovely long hair from his shoulder earlier. Who ever gets close enough to him for that to happen? The only ones who ever hug him are me and Steve. And it wasn’t from my head.”

Now Steve and Nat really did exchange a look. Now they were thinking about. Bucky was either home, at the compound, or on a mission. If he was talking to anyone on missions or the compound, Steve would know.

On the one hand, you were happy about the theory because you thought maybe finding someone would be very good for Bucky. He seemed so alone sometimes. You knew he was healing from his past. What better to help him than love?

On the other hand, now you felt bad. Steve was going to be watching him very closely now as a result.

Unless you could keep him distracted…

Now was normally when Steve would make a sweeping generalization like he would know if Bucky were seeing someone. But he couldn’t entirely. Because now Steve spent quite a bit of time with you.

Dropping the phone, Bette clutched her middle. “Oh, wow, I low key felt that.”

Nat was out of the chair in a beat. “Is the epidural wearing off? Are you okay?”

“I think I’m fine,” Bette told her.

“We’re almost at five minutes,” Nat said with a smile, her gaze checking both Bette and the baby’s heartbeat every few seconds.

“I’ll get Helen in here to check the dilation,” Nat told her, heading for the door.

“And that’s my cue to step out,” Steve said with a nod to Bette. “Good luck… You can do this.”

Bette grinned up Steve. She had to appreciate the pep talk from Captain America himself. But he looked so uncomfortable at the moment. It was cute.

“You don’t have to be in a hurry,” Bette teased him. “You might have a kid one day. Surely you’re not planning on waiting out in the hall when that happens.”

Steve grinned at that. Grinned at you.

“No, I can’t imagine I would then,” Steve told her. “But for now… Yeah.”

The minute he was out the door, you and Bette suppressed a laugh.

“Don’t encourage him,” you whispered with a grin.

“How do you not want to have babies with him? Captain America’s babies? Seriously?” Bette insisted before frowning as she clutched her tightening baby bump. “I’m surprised you’re not engaged yet.”

You held that smile but swallowed hard, grateful for your friend’s progressing labor. It might keep you from having to take on that discussion.

“What’s that look?” Bette asked before doing her Lamaze breathing. “Everything with him is okay, right?”

You nodded. “Everything is great.”

It was. So far. You’d been able to enjoy a relationship with Steve on your own terms and that was important given how everything started. You lived together now and that was going very well.

But Steve wasn’t subtle at pushing his own agenda. At the moment, he wanted to meet your parents. Very much. When you’d tell him you’d arrange that some time, he’d mention wanting your parents to approve of him. How a ring would likely help his cause. A promise ring – oh, he’d picked up that term somewhere – and that’s all it would mean.

Yeah. You knew Steve better than that. You knew how he meant it and you knew how your parents would take it. The minute Steve got any ring on your finger, he was going to start planning a wedding.

Not right now.

You were enjoying classes. All online at the moment, but you did get out for nights at Natasha’s with her and Bette. Claire often came over too when she wasn’t out with Michael who she’d moved in with. Claire seemed happy. Bette’s school was going so well.

Natasha? Her level of happy these days nearly brought all of you to tears. You were so excited for her. Maybe she couldn’t biologically have a child, but she was getting the closest thing to it. She’d be there when her daughter was born, be there from the moment that tiny miracle entered the world.

Bette and Nat had asked if you wanted to be there too. Both of them said you had to be there since you brought them together.

You wouldn’t miss it.

Which brought your mind back around to Steve. Steve who was jealous of anyone or anything that took your attention away from him. School he was okay with. A girls’ night here and there, fine.

Bette’s pregnancy? He was almost too supportive of any time you spent with her and Nat.

You didn’t miss the sly way he’d ask how the pregnancy was progressing, then ask what you thought. You were mostly successful in avoiding that conversation. The one time you’d slipped up and talked about what you’d do if you were pregnant, he had an opening to talk about rings again and…

You smiled. Were you probably going to marry Steve one day? You thought so. Children you weren’t sure about right now and Steve said he wouldn’t push the issue.

“Look at that blush,” Nat pulled you out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about?”

“Having Steve’s babies?” Bette gasped out with a wink.

Bette was doing her breathing, her color robust as the labor progressed. Helen Cho walked into the room to check how Bette was doing.

You were turning every shade of red right now. Damn it.

“Close the door, please,” Helen bid you.

When you rose to do that, you saw Steve and Bucky right outside in the hallway. You knew it was too much to hope that Steve didn’t hear your conversation.

The sly grin and wink Steve gave you as you closed the door confirmed that he did hear it.

***

Steve caught Bucky coming out of the bathroom, assessing his oldest friend. He could usually tell when Bucky was hiding something from him. Now that his girl had introduced the idea that Buck might be seeing someone, he had to wonder…

And if that really were the case, Steve would be so happy for him.

Still, he wouldn’t push. If something was going on, Buck would tell him when he was ready.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked him as he came to a stop before him.

Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Natalia,” he said in an irritated tone. “I just bought a new refrigerator and it seems to have a leak in it. I just wanted to get home and make sure I didn’t have a fuck ton of water all over the place. Next thing I know, she’s got Clint and Vision corralling me back into medical and she’s telling me I need to set up camp until the baby gets here.”

See? Steve knew there was a reasonable explanation. It made perfect sense.

“I’d be glad to come over and help you take a look at it when we get out of here,” Steve offered.

Bucky grinned. “You probably know less than I do about it, pal. But I appreciate the offer… I just don’t want to get home to a flooded floor, you know? Especially if we don’t get out of here until early tomorrow morning.”

Steve could definitely understand that.

“I wouldn’t be gone long,” Bucky told him.

Steve considered that for a minute.

“Hey, we can just tell Clint what’s going on and he and I can just act like you’re around. Sounds like Bette’s about ready to start delivering any time. Natasha might not even realize that you’re gone. She’ll be busy with the delivery.”

Bucky gave him a hopeful smile but then it faded. “You might get Clint on board but Vision?”

Damn. He had a point.

“Where’s Wanda?” Steve asked, pulling the folded schedule from the back pocket of his jeans. “She’s with Tony at Nat’s house working on the security system… Okay, I got this.”

Wanda owed him a favor. Steve called Wanda, explaining the situation and listening to her laugh. She agreed to call Vision and get him to come to her at Nat’s house. Wanda would tell Vision he’d need to check in with Steve before leaving.

Then they’d explain the situation to Clint and go from there.

Stepping behind the counter of the reception desk in medical, Steve got to a login screen on the medical file system.

“Friday?” he called while Bucky watched him, looking confused.

“Yes, Captain Rogers?” the AI responded.

“Override medical records for me please at this terminal,” Steve commanded.

“I need your override code,” the AI replied.

Steve sighed. “Capsicle.”

Bucky chuckled.

“Permission granted,” the AI announced, logging him in the system.

He knew Bucky was watching but he also knew that his best friend had his back. He’d understand why Steve needed to know when his girl got her contraception shot and when exactly it expired.

“You planning a family too, Stevie?” Bucky’s brows raised as he watched.

Steve winked at him. “Not getting any younger.”

Bucky’s grin widened. “Thought you wanted to get married first?”

“It would be nice,” Steve said as he made note of the date the shot was administered, what the medication was, and when it expired. And it expired in less than a month. “But doing things out of order wouldn’t be so bad.”

The look of surprise on Bucky’s face had him laughing.

“We talking about a shotgun wedding?” Bucky wanted to know.

Steve just winked at him as he closed out of his girl’s medical records and logged out.

“Captain Rogers.”

Steve looked across the counter to see Vision, studying him hard. “Captain Rogers, Wanda has contacted me. She and Mr. Stark require my assistance at Agent Romanoff’s home. Wanda suggested I check in with you since the baby is being delivered at the moment.”

Steve nodded at their friend. “Go help her. I’ll hold down the fort here.”

Vision smiled. “Thank you.”

And with that, the Vision was making his way out of medical.

Steve nodded towards Clint. “Let’s get you out of here, pal.”

Bucky dropped a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Thank you, man. I really appreciate this.”

Steve shook off the thanks.

What wouldn’t he do for Bucky?

***

You sank to the floor from the chair in front of James’ computer, tears running down your face. You hadn’t been able to get past the log in of his computer. You’d been at it for two hours. You’d tried everything, even logging in as another user. Nothing worked.

Then you’d gone and checked all the doors, all the windows, just to see if by some miracle one of them wasn’t hooked up to the security system. But they all were.

You even thought about opening one of the larger windows in the living room that you thought maybe you could bust through. Yeah, you’d probably trip an alarm but if you could get out before the police arrived?

But you talked yourself out of it. What if you couldn’t bust out? What if the police took you away from James? How would that be any better?

You remembered what he said. You were dead to the world. They could put you in jail for being the daughter of a HYDRA operative. Or worse, HYDRA could get a hold of you.

Either scenario was probably a worse situation than being here with James.

Probably.

You thought about going back down to your rooms and locking yourself in. Maybe he wouldn’t have noticed you got out. Maybe you’d get away with it.

Right. You hadn’t been that lucky.

More tears flowed. You didn’t think he’d kill you again. But you honestly had no idea what he would do to you. And you were scared.

And you’d come to an important realization.

You may never escape.

James could be back at any moment. Taking a deep gulp of air, you tried to pull yourself together.

That was when you spotted the short stack of files and books tucked under the desk in the floor. You were in a good deal of trouble anyway, so you quickly grabbed the black book on top, noting the colored tabs marking places in it. Quickly, you flipped through the pages, filled with neat hand-written notes, photographs glued to the pages.

Photographs of very familiar people.

A picture of Captain America?

Taking the book in the hopes that it might offer you something about your captor, you also grabbed the kit and the knife. You tried to put the chair back at the desk the way you found it. You hoped that he wouldn’t know somehow that you tried to access his computer about four hundred times.

You just knew James would know what you’d been up to. Your heart sank.

He could do anything to you. Hurt you. Mutilate you. Rape you.

Kill you again.

You crept out of his bedroom and down the stairs to the rooms you should have stayed in. Your entire body shook, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

There was nothing for you to do but face the music and hope for the best.

And you hoped that he’d return soon so you could just get it over with.

***

Bucky checked his phone once he reached his bike in the parking lot. The first view was of her room and as he watched, she walked through the door and closed it behind her. Locking herself back in.

When he zoomed in, he saw her tear-streaked face and his heart clenched in his chest.

Oh, he knew she was terrified now.

Bucky understood why she had to try. It was human nature. But she needed to understand that he was protecting her. With the threat of HYDRA always looming, she needed to learn to trust him.

He just hoped that that trust would translate into something else in time.

She was the best part of his day, every day. Bucky loved waking up with her sprawled across him every morning. He loved the way her eyes lit up when he brought down dinner each night. Yeah, he knew he was a good cook, but it still made him happy to see it was appreciated. And the sweet taste of her that he was just getting to know?

He knew she was so much more than he deserved.

It didn’t make what he had to do any easier for him…

***

[Steve’s girl]

You brushed Bette’s hair off her sweaty forehead as she cried out and pushed her way through another contraction. She was doing so well. You held one of her hands, Natasha held the other. The obstetrician, Dr. Snow, was at the business end of the birth process with Helen at her side assisting.

Dr. Snow’s bright eyes met Bette’s.

“Give me one more big push,” the doctor told her through the surgical mask she wore. “We’re almost there.”

Bette’s labor had been blessedly short. Only about three hours so far and she was so strong. You’d lost feeling in your hand over an hour ago, but you couldn’t care about that. Your friend was giving a priceless gift to someone you both cared about. You’d do anything, endure anything, to help her make that happen.

When Bette’s cry turned into a scream, you and Natasha exchanged a concerned look. But in the next instant, a baby’s cry joined Bette’s. The baby girl made her presence known.

Natasha’s face crumpled into tears as her gaze flew to the doctor who was working beneath the blanket canopy covering Bette’s lower body.

“A little push,” Dr. Snow urged Bette.

The tension and color were fading from Bette’s face as she did just that, watching along with Natasha to see the new baby girl.

Dr. Snow held her up then, wrinkled and pink with no hair on her tiny head that you could see. Helen approached Nat who was furiously blinking back tears with a pair of surgical scissors.

“Would you like to cut the cord?” Helen asked.

Nat’s gave flew to Bette who smiled and nodded to her.

With shaking hands, the master spy took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord to free her new baby daughter who was still complaining with tiny cries.

“You okay?” you asked Bette, taking her hand in both of yours.

Bette nodded and you knew she was exhausted. “I’m good.”

Natasha came back to Bette’s side while the doctors cleaned up the child and checked her vital signs.

“Bette, how are you doing?” Natasha asked her with watery eyes.

“I’m good,” Bette told her. “Honest… Just tired.”

Nat brushed a hand over Bette’s sweat-soaked hair. “I’m going to take care of you. Whatever you need... I promise.”

Bette nodded. She knew that.

“She’s 21 inches long,” Helen called. “Weighs six pounds, ten ounces. Her vitals are strong.”

All three of you watched as Helen approached you with the tiny crying girl, wrapped in a soft pink blanket that was a shade lighter than her newborn flushed skin.

Nat’s gaze flew to Bette, her tears flowing freely. “Bette, you should…”

Your heart broke a little. You knew Nat was afraid. What if Bette changed her mind? What if she wanted to keep her baby once she saw her?

Bette shook her head.

“Say hello… to your daughter,” Bette urged her with a gentle smile.

Nat looked to you and you nodded, crying with her, feeling so privileged to be here for this beautiful moment. Nat leaned down to kiss Bette’s forehead before carefully approaching Helen, holding out her arms to accept the baby.

They worked carefully to get the baby girl situated in Natasha’s arms. And then Nat was holding her baby, a look of pure love and awe shining from the spy’s beautiful eyes.

After a moment, the baby stopped crying, gazing up at her mother with the same fascination. Her tiny eyes were slit open, studying Nat as she gently lowered her head to press a kiss to the baby’s tiny forehead.

“Delilah,” Nat whispered. “You’re… the most beautiful… thing I’ve ever seen.”

You hugged Bette tightly as you watched mother and daughter together. Both of you were so happy for Natasha, watching her bond with her baby.

After a few moments, Dr. Snow announced that they needed to take Delilah for her first bath, and they needed to take care of Bette. You hugged Bette tightly. Helen took the baby and you followed Nat out into the hallway where most of the crew waited with smiles on their faces.

Nat tore off the mask and in a tearful voice said, “She’s here and she’s perfect.”

Clint got to her first, taking his sobbing friend into his arms and congratulating her with gentle whispers. Steve wrapped his arms around both of them, pressing a kiss into Nat’s hair. And you watched, enjoying the moment. Nat exchanged hugs with Sam, Pepper, Bruce, and Rhodey. The others would be by throughout the next day or so.

Steve smiled at you as you stood there with tears streaming down your face. When he took you into his arms, you more than welcome his warmth and strength.

“How’s Bette?” he whispered by your ear.

“She just fine,” you answered. “Bette was a real champ.”

Pulling back, Steve took your face gently into his hands. “I can’t thank you enough, you and Bette, for doing this for Nat. This means everything to her… I’m so proud of you, Sweetheart.”

You pushed forward to rest your head against Steve’s chest, holding him tightly to you. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you so much,” he whispered.

A/N: The next chapter is the confrontation...

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