#tw muzzled

It had been a simple outing, something you assured Bucky you could do on your own. He had scheduled some gym time with Steve and Thor, planning on sparring with both of them to release some of the extra energy coursing through his body. HYDRA had been quick, ready for you to leave the protection of Stark Tower. It had taken less than a minute for them to knock you out and throw you into the back of a van then disappear in the New York traffic.

Tony had been working on tracking the van you were in through the multitude of cameras in the city but the video link appeared on the screen before Tony made it to the end of his search. He was still working on it in the background, while Steve laid a careful hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky ignored them both in favor of dissecting the video to find the details that would tell him where you were.

The screen was showing the live video of your torture. You were tied down just like he had been, arms cuffed with thick metal locks. HYDRA had seemingly added even more locks on that abomination — despite the fact that you weren’t a super soldier like he had been, you had extra locks across your hips and lining your legs, a visceral reminder that you were in the clutches of evil. They had to have been harsh at getting you into the chair because your blood was flowing out from under all the restraints upon you. Bucky swore to himself that he’d make sure to bleed everyone he could his hands on an equal amount.

The worst part of it for Bucky, however, was the sight of you with the Winter Soldier mask locked in around your lower face and jaw. Bucky intimately remembered the weight and feel of that monstrous thing and the fury that swept through him was nearly overwhelming. The ferociousness of it woke Soldat from the back of his mind.

A ‘gift’ from his years under HYDRA and their brutal hands, Soldat was the worst and most brutal parts of the Winter Soldier carefully tucked away during his normal life. He only came out again when Bucky was feeling threatened or, apparently, furious. The fury that he felt more than doubled when Soldat took in what was happening — you had gained two protectors when you got together with Bucky, Soldat more protective than Bucky by far.

Bucky was tempted to allow Soldat to take the reins in getting you back but he knew that it would take a gentler hand to make sure that you came back unharmed any further. He could feel the grudging agreement coming from Soldat but he soothed the beast by promising it that your retrieval would be bloody.

Soldat grumbled but settled, a second set of eyes watching the screen where the doctors had brought out their jumped up version of a cattle prod, their newest torture instrument. More powerful than the normal ones, the restraints on you made it impossible for you to move anything but your head. Your scream was muffled but still audible, your head whipping back and forth with desperate strength, tears continuing to stream down your face to gather on the edge of that fucking mask.

The chair Bucky had been gripping shattered underneath his unyielding grip, wood splintering and shattering.

Bucky could feel his teeth ache with the power of his clenched jaw and he saw from the corner of his eyes the rest of the team eyeing him. He didn’t blame them — he wouldn’t want to face himself right now either. You had been a cornerstone of his recovery and to know that you had been taken from underneath his protection…

Shaking his head and rolling his shoulders back, he turned from the screen. He had seen enough. HYDRA had taken you and he would make sure that they paid the appropriate price for their actions.

“Well? What are we going to do?” His voice was the deep gravel of the Soldat and Bucky didn’t care enough to rein him in anymore than he currently was. Better for them to realize that it wasn’t going to be Bucky retrieving you — The Winter Soldier would be.

No matter what.