Bucky

Stark was still talking. He was random, but his rants had their ways of being funny. For a fourteen year old boy, he's crazy smart and when I told him that I was part of the Warzone Secrets, he tried to stay cool but failed miserably.

Then Steve's voice filtered through the speakers in my phone and I felt more safe than I had in two days.

"Hi, Buck." Steve whispered.

"Steve..." I breathed.

"Buck..." he hummed back.

"Oh my god, I miss you so damn much."

"I do to."

"I miss you so much it hurts."

"Bucky, I miss you more than you ever could miss me." Steve said softly.

"I beg to differ, Steviekins." I protest halfheartedly.

"Ugh, don't you start. There doesn't need to be two Nats..." Steve said in false annoyance.

I laughed dryly. "You're a riot, Steve."

"Bucky..." 

"Yes, doll?"

"Are you doing okay?"

"I'm so fucking tired. This is the ninth time I've been kidnapped."

"Wow... I think that's more than Tony. I thought Tony got kidnapped a lot and here's you."

"The people who normally kidnap me do experiments on my body."

"Oh! Is that-"

"Yeah, that's how I got my metal left arm. They also screw around with my psychological set-up. I have been found with no memory more than once and a few times I've hurt people really badly. Nat has a scar on her shoulder from me stabbing her. T'Challa normally helps me come out of it. Peter just does his best to stay out of the way." I pause. "And Nat figured out that I have words that can trigger the assassin side of me. They're all in Russian, so don't worry about that. I also know that I was trained to be a sleeper agent. One Russian term can knock me out."

"Whoa. Weird... But strangely cool." Steve said, slightly awestruck.

"Yeah. It's cool I guess..." I muttered, trying to see my strange, unwanted ability through his eyes.

"So like, I can force you to go to sleep when you can't get to sleep yourself?"

"Yeah, basically." I replied, seeing how awesome it would be to finally get over my nighttime insomnia.

"Tony, did you get his location?" Steve asked. I heard a muffled response in the background. "Oh. Okay. But how the hell did they get all the way out there of all places???"

"Where am I?" I asked.

"Somehow all the way in Russia, where our police force doesn't work."

"Aw, fucking hell. Jesus fucking lord and goddammit. Shit." I mumbled in Russian.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Steve asked. Cue Tony's muffled response in the background. "Be superheroes and go rescue Bucky? Excuse me, do I look ripped?"

"No, you don't." I reply helpfully.

"Yeah, no shit, honey!"

"Is that a vine reference I sense?" I asked softly.

"No. Shut up and let me think."

"Okay."

A few minutes later, Steve finally said: "There is a way to make me ripped in one day, right?"

"Uh...you have to use a chemical serum...? Like in the comics...?" I asked slowly.

"Tony, do a search for ways to become ripped in one day with chemical serum injections." Steve practically shouted.

"Oh shit...am I going to lose my tiny Steve?" I whispered to myself in Russian.