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mrs-elsie-barnes · 1 year ago

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Rumlow is disgusting 🤢 taking her prosthesis and kissing her. Get. In. The. Bin. Brock!!

But that ending OH MY GODDDDDDF the last lineeeee Jeeeennnnnn

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Finders Keepers - Chapter Three

AN: I hope you enjoyed the last part and the delve into your main characters' pasts. Please note that in this chapter our Reader is physically violated by the removal of her prosthetic without her consent. This is an assault on her body autonomy. Please do not read this chapter if this will trigger you - I will place a summary at the end so you can get the gist of what happens

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Chapter Two

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Chapter word count: 3.3k

Chapter CW: Physical assault, kidnapping, non-consensual body modification, violation of body autonomy, threats of rape, implied threat of murder, non-consensual kiss, Hydra.

Chapter Three - Violation

It was like a twisted version of deja vu. Most of this scenario felt so familiar - the taste of dirt in your mouth, the aches from hitting the ground at high speed and, most of all, the embarrassment at being taken down so easily. What was different though, was the face of the man standing over you. You didn’t recognise him at all, but as your eyes roamed over him as he stared down at you, smug and predatory, you did recognise the red octopus patch on his jacket. You pushed yourself up onto your elbows.

“Hydra boys? What are you guys doing around here?” You knew from talking to your neighbours that Hydra had had a strong foothold in this area until about five or six years ago, when they’d suddenly moved territories.

They did what you and Bucky did, but were far more organised and far less scrupulous. The worst thing you did was steal from piles of unclaimed junk in Bucky’s area, but apparently Hydra weren’t above outright thievery if it was required - there was a rumour of a grav-train heist gone wrong. And whilst they did offer credit, folk who took them up on that offer very soon regretted that decision. Even with the advanced medical procedures now available, it was still hard to earn a wage if you were nursing freshly repaired knee-caps, plus the fact that paying for said repairs would automatically put you in more debt.

The man staring down at you took a few steps closer and you fought the urge to scoot away. He obviously wanted you to stay put as well, as he planted a heavy boot on your chest and pressed part of his weight onto you. You gritted your teeth and swallowed down a moan of discomfort, just continuing to glare at his scarred visage.

“Decided it was time to take back our territory, sweetheart. And the best way to start is to bring Barnes back into the fold.”

“What do you mean? Barnes is a loner. Through and through.” You were confused about what he was talking about, but luckily he seemed to like the sound of his own voice and was more than happy to explain.

“He might be now, but he was once one of us. We parted ways on bad terms a few years back, but the boss thinks it’s high-time he rejoins us. Especially as he didn’t actually ask to leave. Just walked away and left us, which isn’t really how we do things.”

You furrowed your brows as he spoke. Had Bucky really been a part of the mean and vicious Hydra gang. Yes he was an asshole towards you, but his reputation with others didn’t match up with the picture this goon was painting.

“Nice story, but I fail to see what it has to do with me and why you decided I should eat dirt. Sounds like a you and Bucky issue.” You really wished he’d take his foot off of you. Your ribs were starting to ache like anything.

“Well he might need a bit of persuading - he can be a stubborn ass a lot of the time - and what better way to persuade him than to have his girl on our side.”

If your ribs, and therefore your lungs, weren’t so constricted you’d have laughed at the man’s statement. As it was, the best you could do was snort derisively. “Good luck with that!”

The man chuckled. “You don’t want to join us, toots? You’re breaking my heart.”

“Well, obviously I don’t want to join you - I have some standards. But it’s more that I’m not Barnes’ girl. He doesn’t give a shit what I do, as long as it isn’t stealing from him. We barely tolerate each other, and in fact he took all of my latest fee off me, not fifteen minutes ago.”

The hazel eyes looking at you narrowed and he suddenly removed his foot from your chest. You sucked in a deep breath, unable to stop your reaction, but didn’t have any time to get your breathing back to normal as he suddenly wrapped his fist into the front of your jacket, hoisted you back to your feet and slammed you back into the closest wall.

“Stop playing games. We know he lets you Find on his turf and we know he keeps an eye on you. Even if you’re not his girl in the traditional sense, Barnes definitely has a soft spot for you. Therefore, I reckon that if you’re with us, and it doesn’t matter to me if that’s willingly or unwillingly, sweetheart, he’ll definitely come after you.” He looked you up and down, as if only really assessing you for the first time. You felt like a piece of meat hung up in a butcher’s window. “If you’re not his girl, what about being mine? I could show you a good time.” He ran the back of his free hand down your face in caress and you repressed a disgusted shudder.

“Not fucking likely”, you ground out, and then made your move. You kicked him in the shin with your right foot. Hard. At the same time you wrapped both your hands around his wrist and twisted it. He shouted out in a combination of shock and pain and let go of you. You set off, sprinting down the alley, however you’d momentarily forgotten that he wasn’t alone. Several sets of feet set off after you and you jumped, midstride, as a stunner shot connected with the wall beside you, leaving a scorch mark and an acrid smell in its wake.

You quickened your pace, willing your flesh leg to keep up with your metallic one, but your wish was in vain. You stumbled and at the same time a stunner shot caught your arm, sending you spinning. Pain flared up your limb and a small voice in your head unhelpfully pointed out that this was beginning to feel like a pattern as you crashed back into the ground.

You groaned, unable to move as footsteps approached, and once again your tormentor leaned over you.

“I realised, sweetheart,” he drawled. “I never introduced myself. The name’s Brock. Brock Rumlow. Remember it so you know what to scream later.”

Your eyes widened as he aimed a stunner at your chest. You heard the whine it gave off and then…

Nothing.

Your head was pounding and your tongue felt thick in your mouth as you woke up. You hadn’t been shot with a stunner many times, but you didn’t need to in order to know the feeling of a stun-hangover. You blinked your eyes open and you were glad that wherever you were, it wasn’t too bright.

It appeared to be some kind of empty warehouse, and you were the only occupant, sitting in a chair, your wrists tied to the arms and your legs….

Horror swept over you, along with a feeling of utter violation. Your left leg was tied to the chair by the ankle, but your right leg wasn’t tied at all, because the lower half of it was missing, your pants leg shredded to gain quick access. Bile rose in your throat and choked it back. Any thought that’d you’d had to play this cool in hopes of lulling Rumlow and his goons into a false sense of security went straight out of the window.

“You sick fucks!” You screamed across the space, your voice echoing off the bare walls and you started to struggle against your bonds. They’d regret this. As soon as you got free you were going to rain hell down upon them. The ropes rubbed painfully against your wrists and left ankle, but you were a woman possessed.

Suddenly, a large hand clamped down on the back of your neck menacingly, and you stilled, teeth gritted. Rage filled you were, stupid you were not.

“Did wonder when you were going to wake up, sweetheart” Brock bent down, his face appearing in your peripheral vision and his breath hot on your cheek. You wrinkled your nose at the stench.

“Give me back my leg,” you growled, your rage bubbling white hot inside you.

“And give you another chance to kick me? That shit hurt. Nah. Leg privileges are earned.” His other hand landed on your right thigh, and he gave a light squeeze of it through your ruined pants.

“Its a fucking part of me, jerk. I’d ask how you’d like it if I took your dick off you, but I doubt anyone, least of all you, would notice.”

He wrenched your head back in anger, and although it hurt you couldn’t help but grin up at him and how easy it was to push his buttons. Like any bully.

“I don’t know how you haven’t realised this yet, bitch, but you aren’t in charge here - I am. And if you’re nice to me I’ll be nice to you. However, if you continue like this…” Brock shrugged as his words tailed off and shoved your head back forward before releasing it. You continued to glower at him as he walked around the chair to stand in front of you, his thick arms crossed over his equally broad chest.

“What am I supposed to do if I need to piss or crap?” you questioned, hoping that the question would gross him out. Unfortunately he seemed unfazed.

“Ask me or one one of the boys nicely and we’ll carry you to the bathroom.”

“I’d rather hop, asshole.” The thought of any of them touching you made your skin crawl.

“If you prefer. It’s a long way from this room, princess.”

It was your turn to shrug in reply.

A silence fell between you, but Brock just continued to stare as if you were an insect he was studying under a microscope. You squirmed beneath his gaze and bit your tongue until you couldn’t take it any longer.

“What now? We stay here staring at each other, hoping Barnes turns up at some point? I hate to break it to you - he’s not coming. I’m nothing to him.”

Brock smiled then and it made you more afraid than any of his macho posturing had. “You’d best hope you’re wrong, toots. Because if you’re right, and he doesn’t come for you then I’ve got no use for you.” He crouched down into your personal space, his large hands resting on both your thighs this time. “Well, no long term use. Short term on the other hand…” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

You pulled at your bonds again and wrenched your head away. “Ugh, you’re such an animal.” Brock just chuckled and stood up, nonplussed by your reaction.

“Sticks and stones, sweetheart. I’ll come and check on you later, see if your mood has improved at all. Don’t forget to shout loudly if you need the toilet - you’ll want us to hear you then.” He then turned away from you without a second glance and you were left alone in the dull light once more.

A few hours later and despite your resolve you were forced to call out. It was the most humiliating thing you’d ever had to do. You also hadn’t quite contemplated how hard it was to hop with a full bladder, but you’d be damned if you’d let any of them assist you. The nameless Hydra thug who accompanied you smirked and sniggered the whole time, but you did your best to ignore him. At least he didn’t come into the tiny, disgusting bathroom with you, so you had a few minutes to mentally pull yourself together again and inspect the marks on your wrists from being tied up.

However, what you weren’t expecting once you’d finished was that you weren’t returned to the chair in the large, echoey space, your guard turning in another direction instead. He didn’t offer to help you and nor did you ask. Thankfully it wasn’t too far, but you had to stop several times and lean on the wall to catch your breath. When you finally reached your destination, the goon just gestured for you to go through the aperture he’d stopped in front of. You were wary but also intrigued. So far, aside from the violation of having your leg removed from you, none had perpetrated any violence upon you, apart from Brock’s kiss and unsubtle threats.

The room you entered was a small cell, and ironically it was bigger than your living space back at the apartment block. The only thing in it, though, was a bed. At least you’d be able to rest. When the forcefield buzzed into life behind you, you signed in resignation. You listened as the footsteps of your minder echoed away back down the corridor, leaving you in blessed solitude, and you allowed yourself to relax a little.

Manoeuvring yourself over to the small bed, you sat down. To stop yourself immediately lapsing in maudlin state, you decided to do something about your tattered pant’s leg. It had been cut twice, all the way up to mid thigh, by whichever complete bastard had done this to you - your money was on Brock - which at least meant you could tied the two flaps together and tuck the ends in so they wouldn’t get in your way or snag on anything. That didn’t take much time, so when that was done you lay down on the bed to rest - there wasn’t really much else to do unless you wanted to count the rivets on the wall.

You shuffled around for a few moments, trying to get comfortable, before realising that something in your jacket pocket was digging into you. You slid your hand in, and as soon as your fingers curled around the object you couldn’t help but grin. Brock and his cronies may have been clever enough to take your leg, but they obviously hadn’t done a proper search of your person. You still had your field disruptor.

Now all you had to do was wait for the right time.

In the end, you decided you weren’t going to wait too long. You knew Bucky wasn’t coming for you - you doubt he’d even realised you were missing, probably assuming any absence was because you were licking your wounds after your last encounter. However, if he wasn’t coming, then eventually Rumlow would realise that as well and you would become a nuisance or worse. A plaything. You had no desire to see how long his patience would last before it snapped and he took his frustrations out on you. Just the thought of him touching you made you want to wretch.

After you’d been placed in your cell you’d been left alone for another few hours, another guard only appearing to place some ration packs in with you. He didn’t speak to you and you acted as though he wasn’t there for the brief amount of time he was present. However, as soon as he’d gone, you devoured the food and drink, needing the energy, and then sat down by the edge of the field, so you could get a good look up and down the corridor.

There was a camera on the opposite wall, part way down, and you’d just have to hope that it wasn’t being monitored too well. You gave it a little wave anyway, listening out for the tell-tale whir of it refocusing. It didn’t make a sound, which didn’t necessarily mean it wasn’t being monitored, but you could hope.

Time started to lose meaning - you weren’t sure how long you’d been locked up here - but you did notice when the sky began to darken outside and then start to glow with the reflection of thousands of neon lights. The corridor remained empty and the sounds of people moving around in other parts of the warehouse lessened. You looked up at the camera. It still hadn’t moved. Did you dare risk it?

You slid your hand into your pocket again, gripping your field disruptor, balanced on the edge of your decision. Waiting for a sign.

The power light on the camera went out.

You blinked at it, disbelieving, then in the next second pushed yourself into action. Your disruptor was out in front of you, powered on, and you were scanning for the correct frequency. Your head jerked up when you heard a loud thud coming from way down the corridor and the whine of a stunner discharging.

“Come on, come on,” you muttered under your breath as you turned the dial by increments and then let out a small shout of success as you saw your device start to work. You willed it to work faster as the noises of a confrontation along from you became louder.

As soon as there was a gap for you to crawl through you did so as fast as you could. You powered off the disruptor and shoved it back into your pocket and then pulled yourself upright. Which way should you go? It seemed to you that the exit was more likely to be in the direction of the commotion, but without your full mobility or any kind of weapon it didn’t seem like it would be a good idea to go that way. Maybe you should find somewhere to hide and then try to sneak out when it all quietened down?

A pained shout from the direction of the apparent confrontation made your decision for you, and you started to move as fast as you could away from it. Panic consumed you, your mind making up all sorts of scenarios about what was happening behind you - there was no way whatever it was would be good for you. Was it another rival gang taking out Hydra? Or was the beast turning on itself? Rumlow had mentioned a boss after all - maybe he was unhappy with how the scarred man had handled things?

You clung to the wall, using each crevice as a hand hold so you could move faster. There was more stunner fire, but also the sound of phase pistols. Some folk weren’t messing around, apparently. Then most of the sounds diminished. One didn’t, however. The sound of a pair of heavy footsteps. Footsteps that quickened in pace and seemed to be getting closer to you. You didn’t dare look around, your focus firmly on the doorway you could see up ahead. The desperation to get to it and its perceived safety was overwhelming.

This time when you fell, it wasn’t because someone threw something at you or tripped you. It was because you were fatigued. You tumbled to the ground, arms outstretched to try and stop your face meeting the hard floor. You let out a sound, half pain, half frustration and tears started to run down your face unbidden. The footsteps came to a halt behind you. You didn’t even have the energy to look up. You were beaten, well and truly and you waited for your next tormentor. The next humiliation. The next violation.

“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this, doll. I’m getting a sense of deja vu.”

For a moment you thought that your panicked brain was making stuff up, but you turned your head, and there he was, larger than life. More tears, ones of relief now, flowed from your eyes, and as he knelt to the floor and gathered you in his arms you hugged him back. Your face pressed into the stiff leather of his jacket and you inhaled the scent of it. The scent of him.

“You came for me?” Your voice was small, so unlike the normal you, especially the you around Bucky. However, it appeared you weren’t the only one behaving uncharacteristically, because you felt his arms tighten around you and what felt like a kiss to the top of your head.

“Always, doll. I’ll always come for you.”

Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: Reader is confronted by Brock Rumlow and Hydra goons who think they can use her to leverage Bucky into returning to them. She kicks Brock with her prosthetic leg and tries to escape, but is caught and shot unconscious. When she wakes she is bound to a chair in a warehouse, her prosthetic removed. Brock taunts her with threats of sexual and physical violence. Later she is transferred to a cell. She realises that despite her missing leg she still has her field disruptor and decides she needs to try to escape before Brock gets frustrated at Bucky’s failure to show. When trying to decide when to make her move the security camera suddenly disables and the sounds of a fight reach her. She makes her move and escapes her cell but decides to try and hide rather than make her way through the confrontation to the exit. Whilst she is moving along she hears someone coming up behind her and she panics and falls. She expects some further horrors, but it is in fact Bucky, who scoops her into his embrace.

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