OMG I ACTUALLY UPDATED?!

I start updating more, I promise. It's me new years resolution, (a little late, I know), to update at least every other day.

Let's do this!

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Chris Beck Stranded pt. 2
Bucky Taken
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Your eyes drifted open and closed, a fading feeling taking over your senses whenever they shut. It was almost a dreamlike state- where everything was a question of reality. The pain only stopped when you drifted out of conciousness, but the releif seemed to last only seconds for you, even if they were long hours.

"B-Bucky." You said weakly, your heavy eyelids halfway open.

"(Y/N)! I'm here. I'm here, doll." He spoke from his cage across the hall, releif taking over his words. His lip began to quiver, just because he thought you were actually gone for a moment.

"Bucky," you coughed, the dry, hacking sound shaking your body, "are y-you okay?"

He chuckled, a tear slipping from his eye as he sunk to his knees. "I'm perfect, (Y/N). Don't worry about me." His face pressed against the cold bars holding him back from reaching you, his hand resting on the floor outside the cell.

You remained silent as you turned your head to look at him, the man you wanted nothing more but to hold.

"Are we going to die?" You whispered, your cracked lips speaking the words Bucky never wanted to answer.

"I..." His voice trailed off as his smile faded. "I can't tell you the answer to that."

He heard footsteps approaching, the menacing thumps echoing through the air.

"N-Now listen, (Y/N). I'm going to go for a bit, but I'll be back. I promise. Please, don't be scared. I'll be back." His words were rushed and terrified, his eyes growing wide as he stood up.

"Don't leave, James." You begged, sitting up with shaking arms.

"I don't have any choice right now." He gave you the best smile he could muster. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"You'd better promise." You said, tears dripping onto your cheeks. You reached your hand through the cell, your fingertips extended towards him. He mimicked your actions, the two of you barely touching across the thin hall.

"I promise, doll."

Your arm dropped as the footfalls became louder.

"I love you." You said quietly. Bucky looked shocked for a moment, but his dropped jaw was soon replaced by the widest grin you'd ever seen, a joyful laugh escaping his lips.

"She loves me!" He hollered, grabbing the metal bars excitedly. "Ain't I the luckiest man in the world!"

The guard opened the cell and yanked a chuckling James out of his cell. Bucky was dragged down the hall. You watched the two figures grow smaller, and just before the corner you heard James yell one last time:

"I love you, too!"

You smiled to yourself, falling against the wall next to Dum Dum Doogan, who was quietly laughing at his friend.

"That Barnes is a piece of work, ain't he?" He joked, his laughs turning into a coughing fit.

"He sure is." You smiled, leaning your head on your comrade's shoulder and doing the only thing your body would allow- fall asleep.

**time skip brought to you by the fact that you and Sebastian have probably showered at the same time before O.o **

"Hey. Wake up, girlie." You were shaken awake by a soldier, his kind smile looming over you. You were now laying on the floor, using your hand as a pillow.

"What is it?" You asked.

"We've got a bit of a plan." He whispered. "But I need you to hide behind those folks gathered over there." He pointed to the far right corner of the cell, where the men of the 107th flocked together.

"Why?" You asked.

"Just trust us."

You looked to the front of the cell, where Doogan stood, looking down the halls. He saw you and gave you a small thumbs up, his mustache curved into a smile. You nodded and stood shakily, walking towards the herd of men. They parted and sat around you as you layed in the middle of their circle. You closed you eyes and listened.

Footsteps. Heavy, echoing. A guard.

Dragging. Fabric. Bucky?

"I can walk on my own." Sass. Bucky.

"Sir! Sir!" Doogan, what are you doing?

"What?"

"I saw someone escape! Down two cells!"

Cell door opening. Shuffling. Fast, heavy, echoing footsteps.

"Hey! Put in a good word for me!" Doogan. Such an actor.

A pat.

"Haven't seen you in a while, Barnes."

Your eyes shot open, the blood rushing to your head as you quickly sat up. You sucked in a sharp breath when you saw James standing in your cell, wincing occasionally from pain.

You stood, your lips parted in disbelief. He looked up and saw you, his eyes softening as he realized what his regime had just done.

"Boys, let's give 'em some room." Dum said, making everyone find a spot in the opposite corners of the cell.

Your eyes searched Bucky's face, your body frozen. The corner of his lips tilted in a sweet, crooked smile.

"Hey, doll."

You took a deep breath, realizing then how you'd stopped breathing. A grin broke out on your face as you staggered forward, your frail body colliding with his, your arms wrapping wound his waist as you buried your face in his chest. He held onto you tightly, his head falling into the crook of your neck.

You closed your eyes and let his presence wash over you. It was funny, how he was still warm to the touch, how he still had a distinct smell, how he was still so gentle.

"I've missed you." You whispered, turning your head so your forehead rested on his neck.

"More than you could imagine." He agreed.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, up close. You had forgotten how blue his eyes were, you had forgotten how beautiful they were.

"May I?" He asked, his eyes trailing down your face to your lips.

"Please do." You smirked, taking his head and crashing your lips onto his before he could reply. The prisoners cheered quietly, giving each other high fives and pats on the back.

You were completely focused on Bucky in that moment. You were completely focused on how your lips danced together, how the utter passion radiating from the kiss was enough to make you dizzy. He pulled you closer, until your body was flush with his, his tounge tracing your lip. You gladly obliged, passing every boundary of kissing there was. You were both craving the touch of each other, the feel of holding each other, the feel of your lips connecting. And now every need was satisfied as you pulled away to breathe, the close proximity between your face and his being maintained.

He chuckled.

"I've waited far too long to do that."