#yes ofc i put regan in That Suit

[katatty]

Contessa is apparently determined to prove there are more ways than one to “gross out” a person, and grabs Consort’s ass to Juliette and Chaz’s mutual horror.

The amount of stupid shenanigans going on while I tried to fix everyone’s outfits, lol. I was stressing out big-time when it then started raining and all the puddles started flashing pink :(

[witchymarvelspacecase]

Wraith pt. 11

Summary: Bucky x OFC

Follows the storyline of CA:CW. Regan is an ex-HYDRA experiment who has been on the run for about a year. Turns out the Winter Soldier has been hiding not only in the same city as her, but the same BUILDING. Chaos ensues and she offers her help to Bucky and his friend Steve.

Word Count: 1962

Warnings: Swearing, Typos (sorry), Torture, Death, Destruction

A/N: I am SO SORRY that this has taken so long to write, but I just finished my bachelor’s degree if that’s any good as an excuse!

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Not my gif, credit to the owner

Regan had lost all feeling in her arms, she had no more awareness of the screaming pain in her shoulders. She was slumped in her wall shackles, completely exhausted. She couldn’t even draw energy from the building, the scientists had lined the walls of her cell with something that was able to block her powers.

They’d strapped into the chair, the Winter Soldier’s chair, and the scientists had tried to use it on her like they had on Bucky. It hadn’t done what they’d planned, but it had done something. 

The chair’s electrical current had been altered somehow, it no longer meshed with her own. So, when the lab coats had initialized the chair, she screamed in pain and quickly blacked out. When she came to, the lab had been destroyed. 

She was no longer restrained in the chair, having apparently snapped the restraints. The chair was sparking and popping, it’s fuses were shot and the wires were fried. There were large scorch marks surrounding the chair, and the two men who’d been standing the closest to it were on the floor, charred and likely dead. 

Regan didn’t care. For a moment, she was unrestrained and energized; she ran for the door, only to be dropped by a tranquilizer dart. When that had worn off, Regan was back in her cell. The woman reappeared, scolded her as if she were a naughty child and shot her full of poison again.

Regaining consciousness was an exercise in pain. Regan’s throat was raw from screaming, her legs sore from being left in their half folded position for too long, and her shoulders felt like they were being torn away from her torso. Wincing, Regan forced her feet underneath her, and straightened her legs. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she used the wall behind her to help her get upright, gasping when she almost collapsed. Once she was standing, leaning heavily on the wall, she opened her eyes; the room was empty, and she was alone.

There had originally been a camera in her cell, recording her every moment. But it had taken very little energy for Regan to disable it, which she did every time it was replaced. HYDRA had opted to have a guard in her cell instead.But the guard wasn’t there. 

Regan stretched as much as she could and tried to stifle her whimpers of pain. Once she was able to stand without the help of the wall, she tested her power. Drawing energy from herself since she couldn’t reach anything else; she felt an answering tingle on her fingertips. Regan had been afraid that whatever had caused her episode in the chair might have crippled, or even killed her powers out right, so she was glad to feel the burn of the electricity across her skin. She smiled. 

As she continued to move, she became aware of the many slashes, nicks, and bruises covering her body. There was a large amount of her own blood sticking her clothes to her skin, her movements causing the caked cloth to pull and reopen some of her wounds. Hissing in pain, she knew she had to stay standing, if she were to lean back against the wall again, she wouldn’t be able to push herself back up again.

Her head shot up at the sound of the cell door opening. She watched as two guards entered, followed by the woman with the poison. She looked much the same as she always did, just a different colored shirt, and different shoes.

“Ah, I see our wraith has awakened. Have a nice nap?”

Regan chose to look at a spot in the wall over the woman’s shoulder and slipped on her emotionless mask. She couldn’t show weakness, but she also couldn’t let the woman know that her powers were functional, possibly functional enough to kill the three of them and escape.

“Mmm, not talking still? Well, I know your vocal cords work, I’ve heard your screams. Such a lovely soprano,” the woman hummed with a sick smile on her face. Regan fought to not flinch when the woman reached out towards her. She brushed her fingers over Regan’s cheek, down her neck, and rested them at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder as she drew her face up next to Regan’s.

“Still so defiant, Wraith?” the woman purred right next to Regan’s ear. Regan still fought the urge to flinch away.

“Such a trial, but good things come to those who wait, yes? I think you could do with some more waiting,” she patted Regan’s cheek and this time Regan did flinch, but if the woman noticed, she didn’t seem to care.

“This ought to be her last day of reconditioning,” the woman spoke to the guard nearest Regan. Turning just enough to smile at her captive, she added, “make sure the lesson sticks.”

As the woman walked away, the guards approached Regan, who maintained her “Wraith face” while terror and helplessness collided in her belly.

Bucky’s POV

The flight was taking too damn long. He knew that they couldn’t go any faster, but he couldn’t help feeling like they needed to, like they were gonna be too late. He’d given up on sitting 10 minutes into the 90 minute flight and was pacing the jet.

“Buck,” Steve began, but Bucky silenced him with a glare. He didn’t want to be talked down. He didn’t want to hear that everything would be alright, he wanted Regan back.

He shook his head; not even 3 days he’d known Regan, and he was already attached. They’d barely even spoken really, but he felt something. Something more than just an obligation to find her because she’d helped him. Some part of him knew her, remembered his years of interaction with her, cared for her. She had said that she felt guilty for something she’d had a part in, something related to him, but if his vague memories were anything to go by, the Soldier had already forgiven her.

“On approach,” came Clint’s voice, causing Bucky to snap back to reality, and turn towards his seat.

“Landing’s gonna be a little rough, better buckle up back there,” Natasha added.

Regan’s POV

Regan was hanging limp in her restraints again, at least one bone in her left leg was broken, her left shoulder was dislocated, and several ribs were likely broken. Her right eye was swollen shut, and she could feel blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth. 

At the sound an alarm, her tormentors rushed from her cell, leaving her alone again. She could hear the alarm, but the only thing she thought was that she wished it would stop. Her head was already ringing and spinning and the noise didn’t help.

As the minutes ticked by, the alarm continued and Regan became more lucid. Lucid enough to realize that if she could gather enough strength, she could make an escape attempt. The sorry state of her body would make this more difficult, but she had to try. This was the only opportunity she’d had so far, and she couldn’t guarantee that another would come along; she couldn’t afford to waste this chance.

Unable to put weight in her left leg, Regan used the shackles holding her to the wall, and her battered right arm to lever herself into an upright lean against the wall before focusing on releasing her restraints. Reaching for her powers, and feeling the draw on her dwindling energy; the burn returned to her fingertips. 

The burn never hurt her, but it did make her skin extremely hot to the touch, and it gave her the ability to melt metal shackles. The cuffs were thick, but they soon became malleable, the instant that they were, Regan yanked her wrists free. She almost screamed in relief mixed with pain as her arms came down to her sides. Taking a few precious moments, she used the wall to force her shoulder back into its socket, crying out as quietly as she could before rolling both joints out and limping towards the cell door.

Fucking idiots, Regan thought as she tested the door and found it unlocked. Just because an alarm sounds you forget to secure your prisoner? You’d better hope you don’t make it out of this, HYDRA isn’t gonna be kind to you after this fuck up.

Out in the hallway, Regan found no one left on watch, but she still wasn’t home free; she had no idea how to get out. She’d only ever been to the lab and her cell. She could feel the building’s energy now though, and she knew that if she followed the electrical draw, she could find her way to the command center. That would draw the most power in the building, so she should be able to find it just be searching for the heaviest source of power draw. 

She encountered no one in her hobble through the halls, but she did find a lot of unconscious, or dead HYDRA agents. Not wanting to get her hopes up, Regan continued on. 

Finding the command room took longer than Regan would have liked, but once outside the door, she froze; this room, wasn’t empty.

Bucky’s POV

Natasha had accompanied him to find the command hub, although he had vehemently stated that he didn’t need, or want help. Natasha hadn’t acknowledged him. They had systematically taken out anyone in their way as they searched for the room that would have the surveillance feeds, feeds that could tell them where Regan was being held. Having found it however, they encountered another problem.

Inside the room was a woman wearing a skirt-suit, her green-black hair swept over one side of her face, and a dead-man switch in her hand.

Natasha and Bucky both had guns aimed at her, but the woman just smiled.

“Where’s Regan?”

“Who?” The woman calmly asked.

“Wraith,” Natasha clarified. “Where are you keeping her?”

“Oh,” the woman nodded, still smiling serenely, “she is in her cell, incidentally the same cell I’ve rigged with poisonous gas. Gas that will be released by this trigger here. If you shoot me, the wraith will die.”

Bucky’s grip tightened on his gun. “I want proof of life, show me her feed,” Bucky motioned to the monitors showing various rooms. He couldn’t see Regan’s.

“Well I’d love to Soldat, but she kept destroying the cameras I put in her cell, so I’m afraid you’ll have to take my word for it,” she giggled.

“No they won’t,” a gravely voice replied.

Regan’s POV

She entered the room then, looking her captor in the eye. “You know, a wraith is believed to be a harbinger of death? It’s a spirit that’s shows up just before you die, the last thing you ever see. I guess I am your wraith,” she said as evenly as she could with her wrecked voice, as Natasha pulled the trigger.

Regan swayed on her feet as the woman’s body hit the floor. Bucky caught Regan around the waist causing her to groan in pain as his hands and arms put pressure on her wounds. Bucky shifted his arms so he could lift her, one under her knees and one across her back.

“Let’s clear out,” Natasha said, holstering her weapon and heading for the door.

“Steve, we got her. Heading out,” Bucky spoke into his comm. “You doin’ alright?” he asked Regan.

“I’ve been better,” she grated out, her throat burning. She whimpered when Bucky sped up and jostled her.

“Shit, sweetheart, I’m sorry. We’re almost there.”

Regan hummed in response, closing her eyes and resting her head against Bucky’s chest.

“Regan?” She heard his voice, but it was like she was hearing it from underwater; it was soft and garbled. When she tried to respond, she felt completely drained and unable to even open her eyes.

“Regan?!”

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