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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱: 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞

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It has been a week since Bucky has been imprisoned with Allie and they must say, that they both were expecting much worse. Allie has been taken away three times for 'Questioning' by Schmidt which results in her coming back with more cuts and bruises than what she had left with. When she is thrown back into the cell by the guards, Bucky is always there to help her to the bed that they share and attend in any way that he can to her wounds. Those nights he always lets her take the bed and due to her insistent protests, he sleeps on the floor with a pillow or a blanket at least.

He always hides the fact that in the few hours that Allie is taken away and beaten, he is also mercilessly punished by a group of HYDRA soldiers as well. They spit horrible words at him in German that he does not understand and they send blow after blow onto his beautiful soft skin.

They stain his body with purple and blue welts which are scattered across his body like a disease. It seems like hours that they stand over his aching body, constantly abusing him until the pain becomes a well-known friend. When they do leave, he finally can let in a breath of relief. He pulls himself up against the wall and just sits, waiting for the remedy of his pain to come back from her own personal hell.

Allie is often half unconscious and too weary when she comes back to notice the pained groans and grimaces that overtake Bucky's face. His hunched stance and shallow breaths remain unseen when she lays on the bed and lets the darkness take her. She too, is experiencing her own personal torment. She is whipped, stabbed, kicked, punched, electrocuted and burned for her sins against HYDRA. It almost feels as if someone is ripping her body into shreds and all she can do is sit there and feel every pull that they make.

Every time someone delivers a powerful blow to her body, she sees Schmidt's satirical smile light up his wicked face. And then when they are done, they force her aching body to stand and walk back to the safe haven of her cell. She always tries to get up to her feet to show them that she is strong, how she is a fighter. But that is not the case.

Every time she is reminded of how futile her attempts are as she has to bite her lip to keep her piercing screams in, and colorful spots dance across her vision. Sharp pains pulsate throughout her body and her bones ache in protest causing her to fall back down to her knees onto the cold unfriendly floor. Soft whimpers escape from her chapped lips and she is met with the sight of her own amber blood.

The thick liquid coating her body and the acrid scent overtakes her senses making the dream of succumbing to the darkness, so much more appealing. On those nights when she comes back to the cell, she almost feels like giving up. All she wants is for the pain to stop.

The guards drop her battered body on the floor right next to Bucky and promptly leaves, ready to go torment the next inmate. As always, Bucky slowly coaxes her to her feet and they drag each other to the other side of the room to the bed. He lays her onto the wooden structure and moves her matted and blood filled hair out of her face. Despite her ivory skin looking lifeless and matching bruises and cuts covering every inch of her body, he thinks that she is beautiful.

He sees how much this pains her but not once does she complain. She always takes the hits without a single word. She may complain inside her head but she never voices those thoughts. And when she wakes up from her sleep where she tosses and turns all night, she tells him off for letting her take the bed again. He admires her strength, her fortitude to keep on enduring the pain despite knowing that it will not end.

But it is a morning like this that make him consider whether this is what real prisons are supposed to feel like. The two of them sit on the wooden bed with their long legs dangling off the edge, aimlessly talking about whatever comes to mind. They talk about Brooklyn, Bucky's home, and what it was like for him to grow up there. His eyes light up at the mere mention of the place and he reminisces about the life that he left behind. A shadow of a smile graces his lips as he talks about his family, his friend Steve and what it is like to live in the 'land of the free'. As he talks about his favorite times, Allie can't help but feel envious.

She never had anyone that held such a significance in her life. Sure, she had her parents, but she was five when they were killed so she never really got to know them. She never had a mother to soothe her tears or a father to protect her from the cruel people that plague the world. No sister to gossip about cute boys with and no brother to torment endlessly until they get in trouble.

She is all alone and is now left to lie in this dark cell for a long, long time. She has always only had herself to rely on which is why she finds it hard to open up to Bucky. She is afraid that he will leave her alone just like everyone else, whether that be voluntarily or not. She is afraid that if he does leave, she will fall back into the torturous cycle of days where absolutely alone turns into being completely lonely.

She half-heartedly listens to his words, nodding occasionally when he looks at her to check if she is still paying attention. This friendship, she thinks, will result in heartbreak and betrayal. She is most definitely not a fan of the mourning that follows when they inevitably leave her all by herself. But she can't help but think why is she so afraid? She should be used to it considering she has been alone for 18 years of her life.

But what she fails to understand is that once you have had a taste of something that you have been missing in your life, you don't want it to be taken away. You become unknowingly addicted. The signs are all there, it hurts her to be away from his care and relief that he offers from the pain. Her mind begins to think about what her next encounter will bring. And when she finally sees him, everything seems like it is right where it belongs.

Now she thinks about it, it was odd for her to make a connection so fast, to give her trust so easily, tentative though it was. There is something in the way he smiles, she thinks as she gazes at his peaceful face. There is a warmth, a gentleness that draws her in like a moth to a flame. Despite knowing who she worked for and what that organization had done to him, he still helped her every day. When she spoke, he listened attentively as though she was speaking the word of God. The more time she spent with him the more her spirits lifted, he was the new friend she didn't know she needed for so long. But that thought scares the absolute crap out of her.

"And then this older lady came around the corner, proclaiming to be a wizard and saying that she could make pizza fall from the sky!"Bucky says excitedly, eyeing Allie from the corner of his eye who zoned back into the conversation just in the nick of time. Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops open.

"Wow did she really say that?" Allie questions as she turns her body around carefully to face Bucky who is eyeing her with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course she didn't doll, you seemed to have got a little lost there for a bit so I was just making sure that you were alive is all." He replies with a laugh. "I didn't bore you to death did I?" He questions as he looks at Allie's guilty face.

"No, no, I'm so sorry Bucky! I guess I just got a little caught up in my head. But what were you saying? I promise this time I will listen!"She apologizes shamefully and places the dirty piece of hair that had fallen in front of her face, behind her ear.

"It's alright doll, we all do it sometimes! But what were you thinking 'bout?" He questions curiously, noting the uncomfortable look that engulfs her face.

"Oh, it's nothing really..." Allie trails off, ignoring the little voice in her head that tells her to not be afraid and tell Bucky what she is really thinking. You can't, she thinks inwardly, you need him to help get you out of here. There's no way he would help the psychotic murder that she really is. She can't risk losing him because he offers a chance to get out of here and in the meantime, he also gives her some company. Mainly for the escape though.

"I need to change the dressing on my arm though." She grumbles as she slowly pushes herself up with the help up Bucky who holds onto her waist as she stands up.

"You have a really peculiar accent..." Bucky claims as Allie goes to rip a piece off what is left of her old uniform. She turns around and raises an eyebrow at the man who sits on the bed with an innocent smile on his face. "Wow Buck, what a way to a girl's heart." She replies mockingly and then turns back around to grab the piece of cloth.

"No, that's not what I meant -" He stops when he sees Allie's pointed look and then coughs before continuing. "Well, it was but just not in that way. Anyway, my point is where do you get that accent from?" He asks shyly to which Allie laughs. She sits back down next to Bucky and unwraps the red bandage around her forearm.

"Well, I guess it's a mix of a lot of languages. Around here everyone speaks German and a little English but I interacted with a lot of French, Dutch and Italian people as well. So I guess my accent is a combination of them all." She replies nonchalantly as she gazes at the deep cut that runs down her arm, checking over it to make sure that it isn't infected.

"Wow! So can you speak all those languages?" He questions amazed. She nods her head in reply and slowly wraps the cloth around her arm, holding it tight so that she can hopefully get the blood to stop completely.

"Yeah, don't you know any?" She asks confused.

"Bloody hell, I wish! We learned nothin' in school." He says still in shock. "Wait, do you know what those guards said to me when they first put me in here?" He inquires with a slight frown. Allie lets out a laugh at his question, slightly shaking her head as she finished tieing up the loose ends of the cloth.

"Oh Buck, you really don't want to know."

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Trust is a fickle thing. It can be broken quicker than a bird flaps its wings. Lies are told and believed. But sometimes it can be placed in those without even knowing. You don't know how much you rely on someone until they are taken away. Because for us to believe in what we seek, we must know what it is like to be without it. Being sad makes you realize how valuable being happy is. Being weak makes you know what it means to be strong. Being alone makes you desire to be in the company of someone else.

Despite Allie not telling Bucky about her past, it's undeniably true that she trusts him. Every time they talk, she gets a sudden urge to just blurt out what rests so heavily on her shoulders so that she can finally rid herself of the dead weight.

Not only is she scarred physically, but she is scarred mentally. Her abusive upbringing has left her so afraid to open up to someone because the last time she had, they were killed. They were killed because she was naive and thought that HYDRA would never find out. But they did, and one more body was added to the bloody pile of deaths that were caused by her. She had learned her lesson which is why she doesn't want to endanger Bucky's life like she had done with her old friend years ago.

"You are a secretive little thing, aren't you doll?" Bucky speaks, interrupting the silence that had previously filled the air.

Allie lets a sarcastic chuckle fall from her lips as she turns to look at the man who is sitting against the concrete wall with a smirk covering his face. Somehow that man made these supposed dark hours brighter for Allie. He distracted her from the horrors of this cursed place.

"I'm a secretive little thing! You were the one who lied to me about the beatings Buck!" She replied with a raised eyebrow. She had found out about the beatings a few days ago when she returned from another of her own punishments and found Bucky laying in a heap on the floor with a few whip markings along his back. She did not have it in her to yell at him whilst he was experiencing his own pain. So instead, she aided him into the bed and tended as best as she could to his injured body with the limited resources that she had. She waited until the next morning to tell the stupid man off for putting her health above his. They are in this together now, which means that they have to look after each other.

"I thought we were over that darl'. " He answers with a groan. Allie shakes her head with a laugh and sits up from her position on the bed.

"I am Buck, but those who live in glass houses should not throw stones." She responds with a smirk. Bucky rolls his eyes at her comment and lets out a huff as he crosses his arms over his chest much like a child.

"Anyway!" He declares before he drops his tone down to something much softer. "I've come to notice that I know absolutely nothing about you, doll. All I really know is that you are a beautiful dame who got caught up in HYDRA and tried to escape. Yet, you know absolutely everything about me." He pauses to take a deep breath before continuing. "There is no need to mask you past doll, we are both killers here. I have taken lives just like you have. But that doesn't matter, let me see the real you. Give me some clues about what runs through that fragile head of yours, Allie." He pleads softly, staring into her dark coffee colored eyes.

She stares back at him frozen, her eyes begging him not to make her let those words slip past her chapped lips.  "But the difference between you and me Buck, is that the people who I killed did not deserve it. They were not soldiers in a war, they weren't running at me trying to kill me. They were innocent, unarmed people." She sighs as she lowers her gaze down to the floor,  away from his beautiful ocean blue eyes that stare at her with sympathy. But Allie can also spot the ounce of pity that also reside in his eyes as well.

She absolutely despises when people look at her like broken goods, like she is going to crumble under a single touch. She knows that Bucky doesn't mean it that way but she can't change how she feels about it when so many others have given her the exact same look. Whenever she goes to undertake her medical exam, the nurses look at her with the same emotion gleaming in their eyes as they talk quietly amongst themselves. When she used to talk with her old friend, he always let little words out that showed that he pitied her.

All she wishes is that instead of looking at her with pity, is that they let her forget her past. Sh has somewhat accepted that she had committed many treacherous acts during her time at HYDRA and she wants to redeem herself by getting out and doing some good in the world. But with people constantly bringing her past up, she finds herself dwelling on all the bad things she has done instead of going an atoning for her sins.

"But doll, you were being forced to! They were - " Allie interrupts his complaint before he can go any further, "Yes I was being forced to Bucky but if I stood up for myself and didn't kill them, someone else would have. I pulled the trigger and sent the bullets into their head which meant that I killed them." She barks angrily. Bucky stands against the wall in shock, he has never seen Allie so angry before. But she notices his tense posture and lets out a deep breath that she had unknowingly been holding in.

"I'm sorry, that was not how I meant to deliver that statement. This is just a very tender subject for me." She mumbles as she lifts her gaze back up to his. Bucky nods in understanding and takes a seat beside the tired girl. He places his calloused hand on her pale knee and warmth immediately spreads around the area.

"No I'm sorry, we haven't known each other that long and I was asking too much, too quickly. How about we start small, yeah?" Bucky questions with a small smile painted on his pale pink lips. She nods slightly and mirrors his smile on her own face.

"Alright, start small..." She mimics unsurely. Bucky lifts his hand from her knee and places it back by his side on the bed. The warmth that was once on Allie's leg dissipates and she feels like reaching out and placing his hand back where it was but she does not have the guts.

"Alright then, where are you from doll?" He asks, turning to face the strongest woman he has ever seen.

"Well, I am from England. I grew up there with my parents." She says with melancholy. Even this question reminded her of the horrible events that lie in her past. Bucky notices her discomfort and quickly moves on.

"What's your favorite color?" He inquires, leaning forward with interest. Allie thinks for a few seconds before she decides.

"Well, it would have to be blue. Not just any ordinary blue, but the blue of the ocean or the blue that fills the sky on a beautiful day. A type of blue that makes you feel at peace." She replies, staring into Bucky's own eyes. She didn't say blue just because of Bucky, but his eyes had reminded her of how much she wishes to see a beach that isn't being fought on for the war. His captivating cobalt eyes made her feel at ease much like the blue of any sky, perhaps even more so.

"Umm... What is your favorite language to speak?" He asks once again. "Ma langue préférée pour parler est francais. / My favorite language to speak is French." She replies fluently. "C'est le langage de l'amour et de la beauté, n'est-ce pas? / It is the language of love and beauty, is it not?" She continues with a smirk.

"Ok, I'm just going to assume you said French there, doll," Bucky says with furrowed eyebrows before he continues asking her questions that finally got the scared girl to open up. She finally was letting someone in bit by bit. And so far, she wasn't regretting it.

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A/N - Hey guys! I hope that you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry that this chapter is a bit late but I have been studying really hard for my exams! Interesting fact, I am actually studying for a French exam that is coming up so hopefully, (if my teacher is actually teaching me right) the French in this chapter is correct.

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