*sees picture*
*screaming*

I wrote another one shot for a competition, if you want read it, it's on my page :)

'Broken hand/ heart' is going to be a 4 part series

This one is going to be a 4 part series

P.S. swearing

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Bucky was dumped in his cell, a loud wail escaping his lips as his burning muscles made contact with the cold, hard floor. You felt rage bubble deep inside of you, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Leave him the hell alone!" You shout, your fists balled at your sides. The guards turned towards you with a slightly shocked look on their faces. They observed your thin body and snickered, coming closer to your cell.

Bucky layed on his back, scrunching his face in pain. He looked over and saw the guards making their way towards you, and immediately began to panic.

"L-Leave her be!" He shouted, his voice strained and tired. The guards ignored him, opening your cell and taking you by the forearms with so much force you cried out.

"Leave her alone!" Bucky roared, his voice echoing down the steel halls. The anger took over his useless body, his screams rising above the whispers of the prisoners. "You leave her alone, or I swear to God, I'll rip your heads off myself!"

"Let go!" You screamed, trying to fight against the men. "Bucky!" You wailed as you gave up, fear settling into your heart. "Bucky, please help!" You knew he wouldn't be able to help. You knew he couldn't even stand at the time, but you called for him anyways, too scared to think rationally.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N) keep fighting!" He called to you, your screams shattering his heart. He writhed and struggled on the cold ground for ten more minutes, until the pain was bearable to the point he could stand. He saw a guard standing in front of the cell you were previously in.

"What the fuck did you do to her?!" He shouted, taking the bars and trying to shake them free, his temper getting the best of him. "Where the fuck did you take her?! Bring her back!"

The guard smiled, a sickeningly evil grin, then walked down the corridor.

"Bring her out!" He called, a small, dark chuckle following his words.

You were rolled out on a metal operating table, strapped down by your wrists and ankles. You were frantically struggling against the restraints, an anxiety attack taking over your senses, overwhelming your brain.

"(Y/N)!" Bucky called. You looked to him with tears in your eyes.

"J-James." You choked out.

Dum Dum Doogan stood next to Bucky, taking the cell bars in his hands.

"Whataya doin' to her?!" He shouted. "Let her go!" His defiance spark a rebellious feeling through the entire regime, all of the men standing to their feet and pounding against their metal cages.

"Let her go!"

"Go to hell!"

"She didn't do nothin'!"

Bucky was the loudest, curses so vulgar slipping past his lips, they could make a sailors ears burn. He roared out protests with all of his might, the constant shouting making his lungs hurt even more.

The scientist, not Zola, but dressed the same, stood over you and picked a scalpel off his surgical tray. You screamed, cursing and shouting at him. He cut a small line into your elbow, sticking a needle connected to a bag containing light blue liquid there. You let out a blood curdling scream, arching your back as the solution burned your blood.

Bucky was blind with rage. Beating his knuckles bloody against the cage. Shouting until he no longer had a voice. But all he could do was watch. Watch you suffer.