Warning: abusive behavior. If you're not comfortable with this topic please don't read.

You're not strong, you're not tough. You're fragile and weak and he loves taking advantage of that. It happens every so often, an occasional slap or pinch or shove. He'd never punch you unless you messed up or did something that angered him.

Like now, for instance. You had been out with a friend a little longer than planned and he's upset, pulling you by the biceps and throws you harshly against the wall. You let out a yelp as your head slams into it, and you're pretty sure there's a dent now, but then he's grabbing your hair and you scream.

"You worthless bitch!" He shouts over your sobs, pulling you to your feet and you stumble forward. His knuckles connect with your jaw and you see stars as you fly into a door handle, your temple just nicking the lock and then that's when things get fuzzy.

You're not sure what had happened, but suddenly there's an echoing bang and then he is being lifted up by a man you've never seen before. But you're sure what happens next because you black out.
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Opening your eyes isn't easy. They seem to be held down by some invisible force, preventing you from looking around for him. You know you're in a hospital, and you know those aren't cheap, so you need to get out of here before he enters the room and roughly forces you awake.

But he never comes and you're sure it's been a while since you've been like this: awake but not able to move or speak. A coma, you're sure. It's strange, though. It almost feels like there's someone with you, just watching the door and keeping you company. But you're not sure because whoever it is lurking in the corner, they're really quiet.

Then one day somethings different. The person makes noises this time, opening the door and making their footsteps audible. A cold, rough surface touches your cheek, and you're almost sure it's him, but then they speak and you know it's not.

"I'm sorry I haven't been talking to you," you're confused, because why is he sorry? He hasn't done anything wrong. "Thee uh, doctors. They told me comatose patients can hear things even if they're not conscious? Whatever. I don't know if I believe that.. But anyway, I just wanted to let you know that scumbag is in jail. I kind of roughed him up a bit, but he got what he deserved."

You want to sit up, tell whoever it is who's sitting there with you that you can hear him and that you're so so thankful that he had saved you. But you can't because you can't move.

"I guess I should introduce myself then, huh? Bucky Barnes. That's my name, apparently. Don't remember being him, though. Being brainwashed for decades'll do that to you," he clears his throat and proceeds to tell you. Tell you about his time served in HYDRA(some super secret organization trying to take over the world), his time as an assassin and how he killed people. Hundreds, maybe thousands. He can't remember.
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It's been another week and he's told you everything about himself. James Buccanon Barnes, served in the 107th United States Army, former best friend of Steve Rogers(Captain America. Can you believe it?), fell off a train and had been rescued by HYDRA- the very thing Steve and him had been trying to take down-, turned into a super solider of HYDRA's very own, brainwashing him into obeying.

It's sounds all very fictitious, but then he says he's the Winter Solider and it makes sense. Everything just clicks. The stories, the names like Peggy Carter and Steve Rogers and even HYDRA, which you remember reading something about at the Smithsonian.

"They doctors don't think you'll make it," he says, for the first time taking your hand in his and you swear your heart flutters. And the machine hooked up to you confirms that. He squeezes your hand lightly and continues. "But you have to. You have to pull through. Please? You've got something to live for. I'll be here. Even if you don't know me and I'm a complete stranger. Actually, I've told you my whole life story so- yeah. I'll just.. leave it up to you, okay? I'll be back tomorrow," and then he stands, presses a kiss to your forehead, and leaves.
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When Bucky gets to the hospital the next day, his heart drops to his stomach when he opens the door and the bed is empty. Stripped of its sheets and completely bare.

"Excuse me," he says to a passing nurse, gesturing to the room quickly. "What happened to the girl? (Y/n) (L/n)?"

She makes a sad face and Bucky stills. "Poor thing. Coded in the middle of the night. Woke up before passing, repeating the name James? You wouldn't happen to be him, would you?"

He shakes his head, eyes glued to the bed where she had been. "No. I'm not," and then he's gone like smoke, never to been seen again.

[i don't even know what that was. Like seriously. I wasn't going for that. I don't even like it but I need to get a chapter posted today, so I hope someone likes it at least a little bit? Requests are Open]