You Two Against The World

Warnings: angst, getting cut and tortured by someone you trusted, minor fluff at the end

Summary: Bucky's life is turned upside down when the love of his life is kidnapped and used to get to him. Bucky will burn the world down for you and it's because he will do you finally realize where you're meant to be is right next to him.

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Punch. Punch. Punch. Bucky focuses on the punching bag in front of him and tries to block out everything else from his life. He can't think about how it's been a month away from you. He can't think about how he wishes you were in his bed instead of your own. He can't think about how if he wants to see you, all he has to do is drive to your house. He can't think about you or he will do what he can to get you back whether you want it or not.

Bucky hasn't done anything but work out this past month more than usual. He has to get you out of his system and it's going to take a lot more than drowning his sorrows in alcohol to do it. Bucky punches the bag hard enough to make Sam sway in his stance.

"Okay, break time. Go cool off, man."

Bucky steps back from the punching bag and yanks his water from the bench. Sam watches him stalk out of the home gym and to the showers. Bucky hasn't left his house since you left. He cancels every meeting he has and for the ones that are too important to skip, he does them over Zoom in his office. Bucky may not express his feelings well but Sam can tell he's heartbroken. He can't change this part of his life no matter how hard he wants to for you. Either you accept him for who he is or you don't. If you don't, he hopes you stay the hell away from here. Bucky will be okay... eventually.

After Bucky takes a shower, he walks to his office to see what kind of work he's missed over the past month. He stops by your room which has been emptied since you left. He made good on his promise and has Steve bring you everything that you had in here, but he can't help but picture it filled with your things still. The room still smells like you. He's told housekeeping not to touch or clean this room for fear your smell will be replaced with cleaning products.

Is he being crazy? You made your feelings about him clear. Why the hell can't he let you go? You are by far the best thing that has ever happened to him. Ever since you ran into that restaurant dripping wet from the rain, you haven't left his mind. He thinks about your parting words. Can he give up this life? He has enemies all over the world who would jump at the chance to hurt him if they found out he wanted to get out of this life.

No, he's stuck in it for life.

He can still picture the curtains open in the dead of night and you standing in front of it wearing nothing but high heels. He fucked you against that window knowing his men were down below watching. In the corner, you used to keep rings of fabric that you'd play with when you couldn't sleep, and he'd sit on the bed and watch you for hours.

The only reason Bucky hasn't checked up on you since is because you clearly want space from him. He sent you a car but he doesn't think you use it. He leans on the wall with a sigh. He misses you so fucking much. Yes, what he does is dangerous but he'd never put you in danger. He'd give you the world if you asked for it.

He has to leave this room or else he'll give into his temptation to find you. He closes the door and heads to his office to get back to work. The reason why he doesn't want anyone in here but selective personnel is because this room is filled with intel, guns, and everything that gives light into his world. No one is allowed in here except for Steve and Sam.

Bucky boots up his computer to check his emails when Sam walks in with a worried look on his face.

"Boss, this came for you."

Sam holds out a single flashdrive which makes the hairs on Bucky's neck stand to attention.

"What is with people leaving anonymous gifts? I thought I upped security," Bucky snaps and takes the flash drive.

"This was given at the gate."

"By who?"

"He didn't leave a name."

Bucky takes out a personal laptop he bought a few years ago that has nothing to do with him and his life. This is the laptop he uses for things like this–something that can't be traced back to him. It doesn't have anything incriminating on here just in case it gets stolen. Plus, he doesn't want a virus on his server if this is devious malware.

Sam walks around the desk so he can see what's on the flash drive. Bucky plugs it in and sees a single video file on it. A video that is exactly fifteen minutes long. Nothing could have prepared Bucky for what is on the video. The video is of someone sitting on a chair in the middle of a dark and dirty room. It looks like the place is abandoned but he's not focused on that. The person sitting on the chair is tied to it to prevent an escape, the person has a gag in their mouth, and the person has cuts and bruises all over their body.

That person is you.

Someone walks into the frame and Bucky leans back in shock to see it's Gio. You trusted this man. You made a dress with him in class. What the hell are you doing tied and gagged in the middle of the room? Gio bends slightly and checks that the camera is recording and zooms in a bit more to get a better shot of you.

"She passed out after the first cut," Gio grins. "Some girl got you here, Barnes. Not even a fighter. I swear your taste in women is almost as bad as the way you do business."

Bucky immediately sees red and doesn't have to look at Sam to know he is pissed, too.

"Get Tony in here now."

Sam immedatelty leaves to grab the man dedicated to IT support. He has helped Bucky hack into things plenty of times. He an easily find someone based on a five minute video. Bucky can't look away even though it breaks his heart to see such pain litter your body. Gio walks away from the camera but still stays in frame.

"I bet you don't know who I am. You might know my dad. Antonio Salvatore. I'm Giovanni Salvatore, his son and heir to the Italian Mafia."

Bucky understands it now. Antonio made that crude comment about you in his meeting. You watched him put a bullet in his head. This is what he meant about having enemies everywhere.

"You murdered him in cold blood for what? You took the only parent I had left so now I'm going to take someone important from you." Gio laughs at a memory he got. "You should have seen her cry over you like you're some fucking big deal. Poor Bucky. After today, you won't even have a girl to bring home anymore."

Gio turns to you and slaps you awake. You jerk from the impact and Gio yanks the gag off your mouth so you can speak. The desk cracks under the weight of how deadly Bucky's grip is. You groan in pain and look up at man who you though was your friend with tears in your eyes.

"Say something to Bucky. He's watching."

You look at the camera and refuse to cry. Bucky thinks it's because you don't want to look scared in front of Gio.

"Don't come here, Bucky. It's a trap. He's going to hurt you!"

"I'm going to do more than hurt him!" Gio yells, making you flinch.

"Please, don't come here, Bucky."

Gio grabs your hair and yanks your head back after standing behind you. He leans down so that his mouth is near your ear.

"Maybe I won't hurt her. Maybe I'll have a little fun with her first."

The last thing Bucky sees is Gio's malicious smirk and your fearful look. The video ends just as Tony walks into the room. The second Gio ended the video, he left the room. He's been gone for an entire hour before returning with a knife.

"I trusted you," you glare.

"Your mistake," he laughs.

"Bucky won't come."

"Wanna bet? You're the love of his life. He's not going to let me harm a hair on your head." He walks closer to you. "Guess what? He's not here."

He runs the blade of the knife across your cheek, drawing blood. You want to scream and cry but you're not going to give him the satisfaction.

"What are you going to do with me?"

"I don't know. Keep you prisoner?" He bends slightly and cuts your face a few more times. This time, you cry out in pain. You're not as tough as you wish to be. "Make you my little fucking slave? You'd like that, wouldn't you? A little cock slave just for me."

"If you come near me with that microdick of yours, I'll bite it off."

Gio raises the knife to stab you with it when he hears loud commotion come from downstairs. Gunshots ring out below and you smirk knowing exactly who is here for you.

"You want to know something about Bucky?" Gio looks at you. "I am his and he is mine, and he doesn't like it when someone touches what's his." The sound of gunshots gets closer to the room you're in. "They don't call him the Winter Soldier for nothing."

Finally, the door to the room opens and Bucky is standing there with blood splattered over his skin and clothes. He doesn't let Gio out of his sight as he walks into the room. Sam and Steve walk in after him with guns in their hands. The last few remaining gunshots sound off below but then it goes silent. All of Gio's men are dead. Gio steps back from you with fear in his eyes. He knows better than to attack you with a knife when Bucky and his men have guns.

Bucky walks closer to you and only looks at you when he gets two feet from you. He kneels down and starts counting starting from one.

"What are you doing?"

"Counting how many times I cut open Mr. Salvatore."

Gio tries to leave but Steve and Sam block him at the only exit and entrance into the room. The windows are boarded up to prevent people from jumping out of it. Bucky removes your binds on your wrists and ankles and takes off the gag from around your neck.

"I want you to go with Steve. He'll take you to your place."

"No. Home. I want to go home with you," you whisper.

Bucky leans in and kisses your head gently before standing to his full height. Steve doesn't wait for instructions. He slings the gun over his shoulder and picks you up bridal style. You rest your head on Steve's chest and look away from Bucky who turns his attention to Gio.

"Bucky?" Steve stops and he looks at you over his shoulder. "Make it hurt."

Bucky steps around the chair and starts to walk slowly toward Gio like a predator does to its prey.

"Look, you started it! You killed my dad!"

"You want to know something about my girl? She hates violence yet she told me to make it hurt. Ironic, huh?"

Bucky hands his gun off to Sam and takes out his knife. He prefers this weapon because he can make it hurt for much longer. He twirls the knife in his hands a few times while walking closer to Gio. He goes to strike Gio when he shouts something

"I have information on that list you're looking for."

Bucky stops and stares. He doesn't hesitate.

"You're no longer leverage. You're collateral damage."

Bucky twirls the knife and hits Gio in the jaw with the handle of it. As soon as you got back to Bucky's house, you took a shower to clean yourself of whatever Gio did to you. All of that violence took all of your energy so as soon as you go into his bed, you fell asleep. Bucky comes home late in the night with more blood soaking his clothes. The only indication that his shirt used to be white is the part by his neck that hadn't been touched by red.

Bucky walks to his room and sheds his shirt so he doesn't stain you with it. He sits on the edge of the bed and puts a hand to your shoulder. You jump awake out of fear that Gio is back to get you.

"Pisică, it's me. You're safe now."

The weight of everything that had happened to you crashes into you, and you shove yourself into Bucky's arms as the tears fall. He holds you close and rubs your back in comfort.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

"This isn't your fault. I'm sorry for not being what you need."

You pull away from Bucky and shake your head.

"No, you're everything I need. I am so in love with you. I did say it hurt to love you before but it hurts more to be away from you. I don't want anyone else but you."

"Even knowing what I do?"

You nod. "I don't ever want to be apart from you. I love you."

"I love you, too."

Bucky pulls you on his lap and kisses you. This is where you belong, in his arms. Whatever problems that come up, you know you two can face together.