Eyes. Shot open like fireworks. But with a sick twist of explosion... Like the first impact of a bomb. BOOM! And a chain reaction caused his eyes to be lost wide open...
Trembles had no say as they were sent mercilessly throughout the mans body, shaking him like a the very worst kind of earth quake ever possible and worst still! A sound caught somewhere between a destroyed cry of beyond pure pain and an groan that was enough to single handedly wrench forth anyone's tears, bellowed forth from the very pit of his stomach. It vibrated throughout his chest as he rolled over, off the naked bed in which the covers had already been completely stripped of from night's course.
His body dropped ungracefully to the cold floor, but oh how it was soothing at first... Only at first. But as his handsome worried and bothered face pressed against the coldness of the floor, desperately seeking cooling for his overheated body, memories still haunted him...
FLASH! Of the cold surface against the side of his face as they did it again! They were stripping him of everything! The coldness that surrounded him! NO IT WAS TOO MUCH!!!
"AGHHHHHHHHH!!!" The cry ended in a weep as his head smashed down against the hard surface. A crack was all that filled the air a moment, question; was it the floor or his head? He felt nothing but the pain inside, he needed it to stop! Stop! STOP!!!
Again. Again... He hit head head, his face, over... Over... Forehead... Head... Smashing... Hitting it... Over and over and over again!
"Buck? Bucky!" There was a soft... Familiar voice... Filling the poor-soul's ears... It just passed through the wall of ringing, all the torture going on within... Just reached him.
"Steve..." Bucky's voice practically gasped bellow a whisper, eyes trying to find the broad figure but everything was so... Blurry... His head was spinning... So... Dizzy...
And then there was a soft hand... Soft hands... Cupping the soldiers beaten and bruised face that puffed up with every growing second. Blood dripped over Steve's hands, his eyes widened.
"What did you do to yourself Buck?" The only response to the Captain's question was a weak wheezing noise of a wallowed whimper and an embroidery of tears...
"Oh Buck..." Strong arms took the wounded soldier tight and protectively into a sanctuary. Gently Steve brushed some dark locks out of Bucky's face... In symbolism of caring, deep affection.
Steve sat down in Buckys bed, pulling the soldier into his lap. The shattered one curled up into his old friend's toned chest, seeking the safeness Steve was radiating. His arms handled Bucky with an era of serenity, like one would handle a delicate flower coaxed with precious auction.
Half sobs, half wheezes groaned from the metal armed man as he let all emotion loose into Steve's chest...
Steve's chest.........
It was more praisable than any other thing in the entire universe of any and ever world. Because to Bucky, the only world he knew, was torture, and Steve's chest... Torture, and Steve's chest.

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This chapter kinda inspired a lot of Stucky FanArt ideas for me, so I can't wait to draw the pics for this FanFic!! Again please let me know what you guys think because that's one of the only ways I'm gonna be able to become a better writer :) thanks