You didn't recognize the roar of rage coming from the building as the lid of the trunk slammed shut. You did recognize the feel of that presence and power. It was hard not to when you'd been dating its owner for months. So while you didn't recognize the rage, you recognized the man.

Loki.

You tried to make the reach, to call out to him telepathically, but whatever was in those drugs not only kept you paralyzed but also fucked with your powers. You managed to make the reach before the car sped out of range, but the connection was tenuous at best. /Loki! Loki help!/ you called, but the connection wasn't strong enough for him to hear you. Instead, you saw the scene before his eyes.

"Stark! Where is she?" Loki roared the moment he teleported into the hallway and realized that you weren't there, but Stark was. The connection to him had been too weak when you called for help. He'd only barely heard it. And you weren't here where you were supposed to be safely at work in the secured building of Stark Industries. The fear in your voice when you called him had only ignited his rage more. He saw the broken window-wall, Stark getting to his feet, coughing still, as the gas escaped the lab. Only a minute had passed if that. "What happened? Where. Is. She?" Loki demanded again when Stark didn't answer fast enough.

You felt him reach for you, to try to track you with his magic. He stopped short, confused. "Y/N? Y/N! Where are you?"

/Loki! Help!/ you tried again, but couldn't get your words to go through.

"Shit. I feel her, but the telepathic link is too weak and I can't strengthen it for her. Did she have any blood since she came here?" Loki demanded of Stark, desperate to reach you somehow since he could feel your presence in his mind. You'd promised Loki you would, but you'd gotten distracted and drinking blood around the humans still freaked them out.

Stark just shook his head, surprised by the question. "J, send a suit!" Stark ordered the AI. "Some guy with a metal arm attacked us and kidnapped Y/N. They went this way," Stark said and started running in the direction you'd been carried.

"Shit," Loki cursed again. "Her magic is weaker when she hasn't fed. She doesn't usually notice since she doesn't rely on magic," Loki growled, frustrated by his helplessness at the situation. "Why didn't you stop him?" Loki roared at Stark as an Iron Man suit flew to Tony and assembled around him as they ran.

"He filled the room with gas," Tony explained as they followed Jarvis' directions on which way you'd been taken. "I was unconscious,"

"This is your fault. You were supposed to protect her," Loki snarled.

"You think I don't know that? She saved my life tonight. She may be your little ball of sunshine, but we all adore her and I failed at keeping her safe," you heard the anguish and self-hatred in Stark's words.

The guys burst outside, but there was no sigh of the man with the metal arm or a getaway car. "Jarvis, where'd they go?" Stark demanded, starting to fire up the repulsors to the take to the skies.

"I'm sorry, sir. I could not track the car after it left the lot,"

"Shit. Can't you use magic to find her?" Stark demanded.

"They're blocking me somehow. All I can feel is her listening in my mind because she managed to make the connection," Loki's voice was heartbroken for an instant when he realized the hopelessness of the situation. "I will find you," he promised as the connection wavered. He roared in grief and rage and every single vehicle in the parking lot exploded away from the pair of men out of the power of Loki's rage.

The connection snapped when you were too far out of range to hold it any longer, leaving you alone in your mind again.

*

Long car rides suck to begin with. Long car rides suck even more when one is locked in the trunk of the car. Long car rides locked in the trunk of the car suck even more when you couldn't even more to get remotely comfortable and were stuck alone with your panic and terror over what was going to happen when the car stopped.

The car stopped once right as the drugs were finally starting to wear off and the trunk opened just long enough for the man to wordlessly shoot more drugs into you and slam the trunk back closed.

It was a long time, a lot of panicking, and a lot of desperate attempts to do something to get free. The drugs finally started wearing off again and you tried stretch, to move and get feeling back in your numb limbs while you tried desperately to come up with a better plan that popping the trunk release and running for it. You were prepared to do something, anything, the second the trunk opened when your world erupted in pain, emanating from the metal disk on your neck. You cried and shouted as shocks tore through your body, making you writhe in pain.

The trunk opened and the pain stopped. "Do what you're told or I have to shock you again," the man told you gruffly, holding up a little remove that obviously controlled the stupid pain disk in your neck. He sounded apologetic, like he didn't want to hurt you. He reached a hand into the trunk and hauled you to your feet. You were in a covered garage of some variety. "Come," he told you firmly and led you toward the entrance to the outside. You shrank back at the glare of the noon sun. His metal hand was a vice around your upper arm. He was at least as strong as you and much bigger. Your enhanced strength was nothing to him, especially at high noon.

"I can't- the sun!" you protested.

You saw something whirl in his eyes and reached instinctively for his mind, to try to get any edge on how to deal with him. His mind was soup, like someone had taken a perfectly good mind and threw it in a blender. Even with your brief look you saw layers of brainwashing and torture. He wasn't acting on his own accord. "C'mon, Doll, don't make me hurt you," some logical part of him had risen to the surface. Doll, though? He sounded like he was from the 40s or something, sounded like Cap after he'd had a few and forgot to watch his words.

He dragged you forward while you were still shocked and horrified by whatever 'they' had done to his brain. He pulled you into the sun and you shrieked in pain when it his your skin, burned your eyes. An instant before you went blind you saw his eyes widen as his mind whirled again.

Impossibly you felt the telepathic link to Loki reconnect momentarily. Emotions boosted power, you knew, but Loki was well out of your range by now, and should have been, even boosted. "Y/N!" he called when he felt you in his mind and you felt his frustration that he couldn't help you. His voice was filled with grief and rage at your pain.

You saw the living room at the tower. The team was gathered around maps and security footage, trying everything and anything to find where you'd been taken.

"You found her?" Stark demanded too hopefully. He looked like hell and like he'd been beating himself up since you'd been taken.

Loki shook his head. "No. She's here," he touched his temple, indicating magic.

"Brother, how can you hear her? You said she's too far away. Hidden from you," Thor asked.

Loki looked at his arm, which was turning red as though he was burned. "She's in the sun. They're hurting her," his voice was too calm, too free of emotions. "Pain, fear, strong emotions boost power."

"Why you?"

"I've been teaching her magic. It's natural her power latched onto my mind," his voice was turning icy with rage. "We're coming love. We're coming and they will pay for hurting yo-"

The connection snapped and you were back in your own mind and body, which was currently in a lot of pain from the sun. The sun wouldn't kill you without hours of exposure, but it still burned like hell without protection and drained your strength at an alarming rate.

The man was holding you by both of your arms, keeping you from fleeing into the shade. "Natal'ka?" he asked, his voice haunted. "Natalia Alianova Romanova? Little Natal'ka?"

Natalia Romanova? But that was Nat. She'd said that was her original name. She'd also told you that you looked a lot like she had at your age. This man knew Nat? He seemed to momentarily think you were her

"You know Natalia? She's my friend. Help me, please!" you begged him, taking a step backwards to try to flee to the shade.

"I can't help you, Natal'ka, you know this. We both have orders. Do what I say and I won't have to hurt you," he told you firmly, quickly, softly, as if telling you a secret. He thought you were young Natasha. You'd play along to help yourself out of this situation. You breached his mind again, looking for something to help.

You found it.

"Bucky, help me, please," you begged, sounding small and scared, which you very much were. You were used to the superhero types and hoped if Nat knew this Bucky person that he was one of them under all the shit they did to his brain.

"Who the hell is Bucky?" he demanded, confusion in his voice.

Nat. What would Nat answer? "You. You the hell is Bucky. Now help me." You tried to put Nat's spine behind your words, but you sounded scared and in pain both of those things were correct.

"I have orders Natal'ka, and so do you. So here's what is going to happen, Doll." Shit his brain was fucked up. He wasn't keeping any track of his memories. "You're going to go limp, pretend this sun drained you faster than it is. Then I can take you into the building. Do what they say and they won't hurt you. Let them underestimate you, let them think you're weaker than you are. You know how to play this, Natal'ka. We'll escape together when the time is right. But you have to help me,"

"Just drive away now, we don't have to go in there," you tried logic, though the sun was boiling and making it hard to think.

"I have orders and I must obey. What they did to me...I must obey. And those orders are to hurt you if you don't obey. For once in your stubborn existence, do what you're told so we can both get out of here. Listen to me, Natal'ka,"

You were stuck between a rock and a hard place. He was going to hold you out here in the sun until you gave in and did what he said or until your body gave in for you. There was only one way that self preservation said this could play out and you both knew it. So you lied. You let your knees buckle and crashed into him, closing your blind eyes.

"Good, little Natal'ka," he told you warmly, remembering young Nat, but you would use whatever could possibly help you. He swept you effortlessly into his arms, cradling you gently as if he cared for you. He swept you inside quickly and carried you through the cool building and you nearly sighed in relief the second the sun was off your skin. "I brought the girl," Bucky told someone.

"Put her in the chair," a voice replied. You were set in an extremely sturdy chair, your arms and legs fastened to the chair firmly. You blinked quickly as your eyes started to clear from the sun. "The rumors are true. She is blind in the sun. No matter, it is nothing we cannot work around." The man speaking had a German accent. You blinked faster as your eyes watered and you tried to get your vision to clear faster. The man finally came into vision and Bucky was standing behind the German man, staring straight ahead as if waiting for his next order. "Welcome to Hydra, Fraulein," the German man told you when your eyes had cleared and you were looking at him properly. Hydra, shit. This was worse than you thought. "You are to be our newest operative, vampire. Much like our Winter Soldier here," he gestured to Bucky, who didn't move. "You shall be called Scarlet Death and feared across the world. But first-"

You screamed when he activated the remote, shocking you with the device in your neck. He shut it off before he spoke again. "That little creation is an obedience disk, based off the ones found on a lovely planet called Sakaar. You will obey or face pain, and it casts interference to keep anyone with... how do you say?... magical persuasion from tracking anyone wearing it. A very useful little creation. So this is how this will work, Fraulein, I have questions for you and you will answer them. There will be pain, unfortunately, I must make sure that you answer all of my questions and answer them truthfully. So, let us begin. Tell me about the blindness in the sun," he ordered. You hesitated a moment too long to gather your thoughts and shrieked as he activated the stupid disk again. The pain didn't stop until your mouth opened and words started pouring out while blood-red tears spilled down your face.

You answered questions and faced the pain, though your mind hid, floating on your magic and telepathy. You latched on to your only ally, if he even was an ally: Bucky. If you could fix the soup they had made of his mind, he could do what he said and help you both get out of here. So your mouth answered questions, your body endured the pain while you mind got to work, slowly rebuilding Bucky's mind. You couldn't do it all at once and you had to be careful that they didn't figure out what you were doing. But this was just an extension of telepathy and you could rebuild the person from the soup they had made of his mind.

By the time the questions ended, you were a panting, whimpering mess, sagged exhausted in your bonds, and Bucky was lucid, remembering at least part of who he was. The conditioning and trigger words were still in place, you couldn't get rid of those yet, but the man, the man was there and stitched together tentatively. You knew things about him too, saw his time with Cap before Hydra and Nat in the Red Room. He remembered some of those things too now. He'd be able to hold on to himself as long as they didn't shove his brain back in the blender. You looked up at him and he winked when no one could see him. He knew what you were up to and would keep the secret.

The bonds were removed from your arms and legs, but you couldn't have stood if you wanted to. "She bunks with you. Keep her from escaping by whatever means necessary. Take whatever pleasure you desire from her as your reward for your duty," the German man told Bucky. Bucky was the only one strong enough, obedient enough, and ruthless (as far as they knew) enough to keep a vampire captive.

"Yes, sir," Bucky replied and you were in his arms a moment later, even being moved hurt and you fought not to whimper. He stayed silent all the way to a small bedroom.

He set you carefully on the bed, relaxing from a brainwashed soldier to a person, or at least a close approximation to a person. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him-"

"I know," you croaked, cutting him off. He'd been as stuck as you were. He handed you a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned and gentle.

"I'm a vampire. I'll be fine," you told him as you downed the glass of water. It didn't help anything. You needed blood. Badly. Pain and playing in the sun was pushing you to your limits.

"I can't even begin to thank you for what you've done for me, Natal'ka. No, that's not your name, is it?"

"It's Y/N," you told him. "Also to be clear, if you think we're having sex, I will beat the shit out of you right now, Nat taught me some very nasty tricks," you added grouchily, remembering the German man's words. You were making very clear what was and wasn't happening, just because you had to bunk with this man.

"My mother raised me right and Steve Rogers was my best friend, plus I wouldn't mess with anyone Natalia taught. Your honor is safe with me. I'll sleep on the floor. I've slept on worse and you need to recover. That much pain for a little girl, especially a little girl who was... fixing my head at the same time..."

"I did what I could for today. I can't- Sorry- I need-" Fuck, your brain was turning off. You swayed and his arms caught you. He was kneeling in front of you.

"What? What do you need?" he demanded, staring into your eyes so you'd focus on him.

"Blood," you got the word out, though it killed you to say it. You needed blood to recover, though. You were too drained to do otherwise, rest, human food, none of it would be enough. You had to feed or you would be in the same state as Loki had found you in the cell. 

Bucky didn't even look surprised.

"Vampire," he said and stripped off his jacket. "Try not to make it hurt too much, alright Doll?" he asked with a hint of the man you could see being Steve's best friend.

"I'm sorry," you told him. "I swear I'm not a monster," you tried to convince him and yourself, but you were fading and failing.

"Natal'ka, sorry, Y/N," you actually gave him a small smile and shook your head with an 'it's fine'. The 'Natalka' was cute, even it if was Nat's old nickname. "You just spent an entire afternoon being tortured and the entire time you didn't focus on yourself, you focused on fixing my abused mind. I think it's safe to say you're a sweetheart, who has no business being tied up with Hydra, no matter your condition. The least I can do for you is donate a little blood,"

"Thank you," you finally said. Too exhausted to fight. To drained, too...everything. You needed to feed and sleep. Badly. You patted the bed next to you. He moved and sat next to you. "Are you sure?" you asked again. Consent was very important, even for something like taking blood. It kept you just this side of being a monster, even when there were no options but to drink human blood.

"I'm sure, Doll. Now hurry before they decide to check on us," he told you. You nodded, steeled yourself and quickly bit into his neck, saying a silent apology to Loki for this, but he would tell you that you were being stupid for thinking this was anything more than a meal, even though drinking from the vein was usually only done by heathens or lovers. The one other exception was emergencies, and you hoped this counted.

The second the blood touched your lips, your power flared again. Bucky was more than human, it seemed.

/Loki!/ you called as the telepathic link reconnected. You knew instinctively it would only last for as long as Bucky's blood flowed. It was stronger this time than it had been earlier, thanks to the blood donation.

"Y/N!" Loki called, hearing you this time and feeling you in his mind. He was still in the living room with the others, still pouring over every piece of information they could find. "Gods, love, what the hell did those pieces of walking carrion do to you?"

/No time for that. Tell Cap and Nat that the man with the metal arm is Bucky and that none of what he's doing is his fault. He was brainwashed./

"Y/N-"

/Tell them, Loki. It's important/ Loki obediently repeated your words to Cap and Nat. Cap looked shocked and horrified. Nat looked... not terribly surprised. She remembered Bucky from the Red Room.

"She's there?" Stark demanded. Loki nodded. "Is she ok?" Loki didn't answer that and you didn't blame him. You weren't exactly ok...

/I'm safe for now. Bucky's helping me/

"I'm coming for you, love. We all are. We'll find you and I will kill every single person who had dared lay a finger on you. Is there anything you can tell us to help find you?"

/We drove nearly straight from Stark labs to where they're holding me. I contacted you the second we stopped/ that would give him the number of hours you'd been driving, which would narrow down their search some. /It's also a Hydra facility. I haven't seen anymore. I'm sorry/

"Don't be sorry, love. That's a lot of information,"

Bucky's heart was speeding too fast. You had to stop.

/I can't hold the connection. I love you, Loki/

"I love you sweetheart. Be strong and be brave for me-"

The connection snapped and you had to let Bucky go. He couldn't help you if you drained all of his blood. You licked the wound to close it. "Thank you," you told him again once his eyes deglazed from the euphoria of the vampire bite.

"You're starting to look better already. Get some rest. You've taken more of a beating today than anyone should. We'll work on an escape plan for both of us later," he told you. You nodded and curled up on the bed, turning your back to him and and the room.

He got off of the bed and laid on the floor. You took the pillow out from under your head and threw it down to him, followed by the blanket. He growled something, but you didn't stay awake long enough to listen to what it was. Probably calling you incorrigible or some other such nonsense.