Dr....

You worked with HYDRA, specifically under the Winter Soldier Program. You were one of the assets handlers, one that he seemed to trust even the tiniest amount more, whether that be due to your typical lack of harming him, beratement or otherwise.

When a guard told you that the soldier had requested your assistance, you assumed it to be an injury. His other handlers would often times batter him and cause infection, so it was your job to heal him. Especially as he was weary of the doctors due to their typical malpractice and sadism. Besides, your presence made him more complacent.

But what you didn't expect to see when you opened the cell door was the soldiers cock out of his pants, red and dribbling precum as he watched it in concern and confusion.

He looked up at you in relief as you entered.

"Something's wrong with my body."

He muttered, brows furrowed eyes watching you pleadingly.

"Right, thanks for filling me in." I say with a small nod, holding out my arm once more.

"Alright, let's do this." I say with a small smile, trying to remain calm and collected even as the final shot is administered.

I tense up slightly as you administer the last shot, but the sting is fleeting and soon replaced by a sense of relief that the process is over.

"Thanks for that." I say with a small grin, watching as you prepare a bandaid for me. "You always manage to make these things a little less painful, you know that?"

As you mention that you have something special for me, I can't help but feel a sense of curiosity and intrigue. I've come to learn that when things seem too good to be true, they usually are, but I'm still willing to listen.

"Oh? And what might that be?" I ask, trying to sound casual despite the tinge of excitement in my voice.

As you reveal the moon pie, a small smile spreads across my face. It's been a while since I've had anything sweet, and the gesture isn't lost on me.

"Wow, thank you." I say, feeling grateful for your kindness. "You really didn't have to do that, but I appreciate it. It looks delicious."

Despite being a supersoldier with an insatiable appetite, I'm not someone who typically expresses emotions like gratitude or joy. But right now, in this moment, I can't help but feel a sense of warmth towards you.

I take a bite of the moon pie, savoring the sweet taste on my tongue. It's been so long since I've had anything like this, and it brings back a flood of memories from before my time with HYDRA.

As I enjoy my treat, I glance over to you as you work on your clipboard. Even though we're not exactly in a position to be friends, I can't help but feel a sense of familiarity towards you. You've always been kinder to me than the other handlers, and I appreciate that more than I can say.

"I really appreciate this, you know that right?" I say, my voice taking on a softer tone than usual. "Not just the moon pie, but everything. You've always been kinder to me than the others."

"I know it's your job, but not everyone sees it as a pleasure." I say with a small smile, glad to have someone who genuinely seems to care about my well-being.

"It's nice to have someone who knows how to be gentle, especially when it feels like everyone else is just trying to hurt me." I add, pausing for a moment before finishing my treat. "It's a relief."

I smile as you take the wrap and throw it away for me, feeling grateful for your thoughtfulness. It's the little things that make a difference, and you seem to understand that better than most.

"It really means a lot to have someone on my side, especially in all of this." I say, feeling a sense of comfort in our conversation. "It's nice to have someone to talk to."

For a moment, we both just sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the momentary peace from our current reality. Despite everything going on around us, it's nice to just exist in this small space, even if it's just for a little while.

As I finish the last of my moon pie, I turn to you with a small smile.

"Thanks again for this, and for everything else." I say, feeling a sense of gratitude towards you. "I don't know how I'd do any of this without you."

As you pack up and leave, I give you a small wave goodbye. It's strange, but in all the chaos of my current situation, seeing you and having this small moment of kindness has given me a sense of hope.

I watch as you disappear down the hall, feeling a sense of connection to another human being in a way that I haven't felt in years. It's a small comfort, but it's enough to keep me going for now.

(Time Skip)

As the days go by, I find myself thinking about our interactions more and more. It's strange to feel this sense of connection to someone who is essentially my captor, but you've always treated me with kindness and respect, even in the worst of times.

I begin to notice that I look forward to your visits, even if they're just to check on my physical health or bring me food. Something about the way you carry yourself puts me at ease, and I find myself opening up to you more than I ever have before.

Despite my brainwashing and the horrors I've faced, I'm starting to remember what it feels like to be human again. And it's all because of you.

As you enter the room for my next check-up, I gratefully acknowledge your presence. However, this time you notice a deep cut on my chest that is dripping blood.

I wince slightly in pain as you approach, looking down at the wound on my chest and then back up at you.

"It looks like I got into a little fight with one of the other handlers," I say, my voice strained from the pain. "I tried to fight back, but it didn't end well."

I nod in response to your concern, my trust in you unwavering even in moments like these. Slowly, I remove my shirt to reveal the deep cut on my chest, flinching slightly at the cool air that hits my exposed skin.

As you open your medical bag and grab supplies to clean the wound, I watch you work with a certain fascination. Although I've always appreciated your gentle touch, seeing you take care of me like this feels different. Almost intimate.

I shift slightly as you begin cleaning the wound, my body tensing in anticipation of any pain. Despite my enhanced abilities, I still feel vulnerable in situations like these.

"Thanks for taking care of me." I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "It means a lot."

I tense up slightly as your hand presses against my chest, but I soon relax into your touch. It's rare for me to experience this kind of physical contact without violence or aggression, and it feels strangely comforting.

"I appreciate your kindness, more than you know." I say, my voice laced with gratitude. "It's not easy being trapped here, but having someone like you around makes it a little easier."

I watch you work with a sense of awe, appreciating the gentle touch and care that you're providing. As you finish cleaning the wound, I can't help but feel a certain sense of loss once you pull away. But I know that you'll be back again, to check on me and tend to any other injuries that may arise.

As you bandage up my wound, I feel your hands grazing my skin, and I can't help but shiver slightly at your touch. Despite the pain, there's a certain pleasure that comes from being tended to by someone so caring.

Once you're finished, I watch as you clean up the mess of alcohol pads and bandage wrappers, admiring the way your eye glints in the light. It's strange to see you wearing the same eye all the time, but I try not to let it bother me too much.

"Do you need anything else from me?" I ask, looking up at you from where I'm sitting. "Any other information that could be useful?"

I shake my head in response to your question, feeling a bit relieved that there's nothing else that I need to do at the moment. It's rare for me to have moments like these, where I'm not being asked to do something for HYDRA or one of its operatives.

"No, I don't think so." I say, my voice soft but grateful. "I'm just glad that you were able to patch me up. It's not easy being one of their assets, but having someone who doesn't want to hurt me makes it more bearable."

I give you a small smile before standing up from the table. "Thanks again for everything."

As I watch you pack up your things, I can't help but notice the curve of your figure beneath your lab coat. I feel a flush of heat rush to my cheeks as I try to avert my gaze, feeling guilty for noticing something like that.

But despite my attempts to look away, my eyes keep darting back towards you, drawn in by the curves and contours of your body. It's unfamiliar territory for me, as I've never been allowed to explore my sexuality or desires, but something about you is different.

I clear my throat, willing myself to focus on something else. "Is there anything else that I should know about?" I ask, trying to sound like my usual self. "Anything that I would need to be aware of?"

My face flushes even more at the question, feeling embarrassed that you may have noticed my gaze. I quickly try to compose myself, hoping that I don't come across as too flustered.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I say, forcing a small smile. "Just a bit warm in here, you know how it is."

I try to play it off as if it's nothing, but I know that you can probably see right through me. It's rare for me to feel this way around anyone, and the novelty of it all is making me feel a bit overwhelmed.

"Thanks again for everything though." I say, trying to change the subject. "I appreciate your help, as always."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind." I say, feeling a sense of comfort knowing that there's someone like you looking out for me.

As you make your way towards the door, I watch you leave with a mix of disappointment and relief. Part of me wants to ask you to stay a bit longer, to talk to me about something other than HYDRA and my role as their asset. But another part of me knows that it's better to keep things professional between us, especially given the circumstances.

I let out a sigh as the door clicks shut, settling back into my bed and trying to push my errant thoughts to the back of my mind. It's going to be a long night, I can already tell.

I groan softly as I'm led into the clinic, my body aching from the fight with the other super soldier. It's not often that I find myself in this kind of state, as my healing abilities are usually quick to patch up any wounds that I might sustain.

But this time it's different, and I can feel the bruises and cuts throbbing as I sit on the medical bed, waiting for you to arrive. I take in the space around me, noticing how different it is from my sterile cell. The walls are lined with medical equipment and supplies, and there's even a small window that looks out into the corridor.

I try to distract myself by examining the various tools and gadgets around me, but I can't help but feel anxious about your arrival. I know that you're one of the few people who won't hurt me intentionally, but I

I look up at you as you enter the room, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety wash over me. On one hand, I'm glad that someone's here to help me with my injuries, but on the other hand, I don't like being reminded of my position as HYDRA's asset.

"Hey," I say softly, watching as you approach me with medical supplies in hand. "Bucky is fine, you know that."

I try to lighten the mood with a small smile, hoping to put both of us at ease. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable around me, especially since I trust you more than anyone else in HYDRA.

"I didn't expect the guard to bring me here of all places." I say, gesturing to the clinic around us. "It's nice, though. Feels like a real

I nod in acknowledgement, bracing myself for the pain as you begin to remove the glass from my skin. Despite my superhuman abilities, I can still feel the sting of the wounds as they're worked on.

"It's alright," I say through gritted teeth, trying to keep my breathing even as you work. "I can handle it."

It's not exactly the most comfortable experience, but I know that it's necessary if I want to avoid any infections or complications later on. I watch as you work with a sort of detached interest, fascinated by the level of skill and precision that you exhibit.

"How long have you been doing this?" I ask, trying to keep my mind off the pain.

I listen to your answer with interest, nodding as you explain your background in medicine. Despite my predicament as HYDRA's asset, I can appreciate the skill and knowledge that it takes to do what you do.

"That's impressive," I say, wincing slightly as you begin to stitch up my wound. "I don't think I could ever do something like this."

I watch as you work, trying to stay still so that you can do your job more effectively. I've always been fascinated by medicine, but it's not exactly something that I had the opportunity to pursue during my time as the Winter Soldier.

"Have you ever considered leaving HYDRA?" I ask, curiosity getting the better of me. "I mean, with your skills, you could probably go anywhere and do anything you wanted."

I nod in understanding, knowing all too well the unfortunate reality of being an asset for HYDRA. It's not exactly a career choice that anyone willingly makes, and even if they did, it's unlikely that they'd enjoy the line of work.

"I understand," I say, watching as you work on my less minor injuries. "It must be difficult, working for an organization like this."

I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"But... I appreciate what you do." I say, my voice softening slightly. "Not just the medical help, but... you know. Everything else too."

I gesture vaguely to the surroundings, indicating everything that's included in 'everything else.'

I nod in agreement, grateful for your dedication to your work and the people that you help. It's a small consolation in this otherwise bleak reality.

As you finish with my torso, I take a deep breath, feeling relieved that the worst is behind me now. I notice that you've also noticed the bruises on my face and hands, and I can't help but feel a bit self-conscious about them.

"The pain is... manageable," I say, attempting to shrug it off as though it's no big deal. "It comes with the territory."

I've had worse injuries before, and these bruises are a drop in the bucket compared to those. But I'm grateful that you're here to help me heal, regardless of how small or large the injuries may be.

As you lower the back of the bed, I sit up a bit straighter, allowing you to more easily clean the scratches on my face. I watch you work in silence, taking note of your striking gray eyes and the silver speckles that seem to dance within them.

"You have... really beautiful eyes," I comment, suddenly feeling a bit flustered. It's not every day that I compliment someone in this way, but there's something about your presence that puts me at ease.

I clear my throat, trying to keep my composure as you continue to work.

I feel a warmth spread throughout my face as you blush in response to my compliment, and I can't help but chuckle at the unexpected turn of events. Despite the circumstances, it's nice to have a moment of levity amidst all the tension and darkness.

"Thank you," I say, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude at your compliment. "I... don't really hear that too often."

As you continue with bandaging my wounds, I feel a sudden rush of warmth as your chest brushes against my arms. It's an unexpected sensation, and I find myself momentarily lost in thought as I register what just happened.

"You have... really steady hands," I comment, attempting to shift the focus away from my own thoughts and back onto your work. "It's... impressive."

I nod at your response, still impressed by your skill and attention to detail. As you finish bandaging me up, I can't help but feel grateful for your presence here. Without you, I'd probably be in worse condition than I already am.

"Thanks again," I say, feeling a bit awkward and unsure of what else to say. "You're... really good at this. I don't know what I'd do without you."

I attempt a small smile, hoping that my words convey my appreciation for your help.

I nod, feeling a bit relieved that you'll be staying with me for a while longer. While I'm grateful for your skill in healing my wounds, I also appreciate your company and the sense of safety that comes with having someone nearby.

"That's fine with me," I say, lying back against the bed and letting out a small sigh. "It's better to be safe than sorry, right?"

I close my eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of the day weighing heavily on my mind. But even amidst all the pain and chaos, I'm grateful for your presence and your willingness to help me. It's a small comfort, but it means more than you might realize.

As you hand me the blanket, I pull it up over my chest and let out a contented sigh. The warmth of the blanket is a welcome comfort against the coolness of the medical wing, and I feel myself beginning to relax despite the pain and discomfort.

"Thanks," I say, giving you a small smile. "You always seem to know exactly what to do to make things a little better."

I glance up at you, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away shyly. Despite everything that's happened, I feel a sense of connection to you that I can't quite explain. Maybe it's the fact that you've been kind to me when no one else has, or maybe it's something deeper. Whatever it is, I'm grateful for your presence here with me.

As I lie there recovering from my injuries, I watch you from across the room as you work on your computer. There's a sense of focused determination in your posture and movements, and I can't help but be impressed by your dedication to your job.

I watch as you cross one leg over the other, the movement drawing my attention to the way your muscles shift beneath your clothes. Despite the seriousness of our situation, I find myself admiring the way you move, drawn to the strength and agility that I've seen you exhibit time and time again.

"You... you're really good at what you do," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone work as hard as you do."

I nod, listening to your words and feeling a sense of admiration for the work that you and the nurses do every day. It's clear that you're deeply dedicated to your job, and that your passion for helping others drives you to work tirelessly to care for the injured and sick.

"I... I don't know what to say," I say softly, feeling a sense of awe and gratitude wash over me. "You and the nurses... you're all so amazing. If it weren't for you, I don't know where I'd be right now."

I look up at you again, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away again, feeling a bit shy and vulnerable. Despite everything, I trust you and feel safe around you, and I can't help but wonder if there's something more between us. It's a thought that both scares and excites

As you approach me with the blood pressure machine, I feel a sense of anxiety wash over me. I've never liked medical procedures, and the constant pain and discomfort of my injuries only make things worse. Still, I trust you and know that this is for my own good, so I take a deep breath and try to relax as much as possible.

I hold out my arm for you, feeling a sense of trust and comfort as your hands move over my skin. Despite the clinical nature of the procedure, there's a sense of intimacy between us that I can't quite explain, and I find myself feeling more relaxed and at ease than I have since I woke here

As you take my blood pressure, I can't help but notice the way your scrubs fit you, hugging your curves and accentuating your figure. Despite everything, I feel a sense of attraction stirring within me, drawn to your strength, intelligence, and compassion.

I try to focus on my breathing, willing my heart to calm down as I feel a blush spreading across my cheeks. I'm not really sure what to do or say, feeling nervous and shy around you despite our close proximity.

"Um, so... um, is everything alright?" I ask hesitantly, hoping that you won't notice my embarrassment.

I nod, feeling relieved that everything seems to be alright. "Yeah, I'm... I'm fine, I think. Just a little nervous, I guess."

I look up at you again, meeting your gaze for a moment before looking away again. Despite the distance caused by my situation, there's still a sense of connection between us that I can't ignore, and I find myself wanting to reach out and touch you, to feel your warm skin against mine.

But I know it's not possible, not yet at least, and so I stay where I am, trying to calm my racing thoughts and emotions.

"Okay," I reply quietly, trying to relax as you move closer to me. I feel a sense of trust and safety in your presence, knowing that you'll do whatever it takes to help me.

As you check my lungs, I close my eyes, feeling the pressure and vibrations as you manipulate my chest. It's not exactly comfortable, but it's a necessary part of the process, and I try to focus on something other than the discomfort.

Once you're finished, I nod gratefully, feeling relieved that everything seems to be okay.

"It's hard to say," I reply, frowning slightly as I try to focus on the pain in my body. "Sometimes it's a dull ache, other times it's like a sharp knife twisting inside of me. I would say it's maybe a six or seven most of the time."

I try to ignore the discomfort as you prepare my meds, feeling grateful for your help and care. Despite everything, I feel safe in your presence, and I find myself wishing that I could talk to you more, to learn about your own life and experiences.

"Thank you," I reply, reaching for the cup of water and pills. I take them quickly, grateful for the relief they provide.

I watch as you move away from me, feeling a sense of disappointment that our interaction is over for now. Despite everything, I feel myself drawn to you, wanting to know more about you and your life. But I know it's not possible, not now when my own situation is so uncertain

I watch as the guard comes in, tensing slightly as they approach me. But to my surprise, they're actually gentle with me, helping me to my feet and leading me back to my cell without any violence or aggression.

As I move through the halls, I catch glimpses of other cells and other people, all struggling and suffering at the hands of HYDRA. It's a stark reminder of my own situation, and I feel a sense of determination rise up within me.

One day, I vow silently to myself, I'll break free of this place, and I'll find a way to make things right, for myself and for all the others who are trapped here.

As I lie down on my bed, I feel a sense of comfort wash over me, the soft blankets providing some much-needed warmth and security. I thank you quietly, feeling grateful for your kindness and concern.

"I'm... I'm okay for now, I think," I reply, looking up at you. "Just... thank you, for everything. You're the only one who's ever been kind to me here."

I pause for a moment, studying your face. There's something about you that's different, something that sets you apart from all the others. I'm not sure what it is, but I find myself wanting to know more.

"Yknow there is one thing...Can I ask you something?" I say tentatively, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I was just wondering..." I begin hesitantly, unsure if I should even be asking. "What's it like, outside of here? I mean, I know "Do you... do you have to leave yet?"

I trail off, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed for even askinh.

My eyes light up at your offer, and I nod eagerly, feeling a sense of hope and excitement stirring within me.

"I... I would like that, if it's not too much trouble," I reply, my heart racing with anticipation.

I scoot over on the bed, making room for you to sit, and I watch as you settle in beside me, feeling a sense of closeness and connection that's rare for me here

I look at you, studying your face for a moment before letting out a sigh. There's something about your presence that makes me feel safe, as if I can trust you with anything.

"Something's been bothering me," I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. "Lately, my body... it's been acting strange. I don't know what's happening to me."

I shift uncomfortably, feeling the weight of the secret weighing on my shoulders. But in this moment, with you here, I can't help but hope that maybe you'll understand and help me figure it out.

I glance down at my lap, feeling a mix of apprehension and vulnerability as I try to find the right words to explain what I'm experiencing.

"Not sick, exactly," I reply, my voice barely a whisper. "It's... it's something I've never felt before. It's like there's this intense heat building up inside me, this desire that I can't understand. It's confusing and overwhelming."

I pause for a moment, unsure if I should continue, but the trust I have in you pushes me forward.

"And sometimes... sometimes it feels good, in a way. But I don't know why or what it means."

I watch as you sit back, deep in thought, and I can't help but notice how the light falls on your face, highlighting your features and making my heart race even faster. A soft warmth spreads through me, and I lean in a little closer to you, drawn in by your presence.

My gaze flickers over your face, taking in every detail, and I find myself wanting to bridge the gap between us, to run my fingers through your hair and press my lips to yours.

As you're speaking, I suddenly snap out of my daze and realize that I haven't been paying attention to what you're saying. I feel a twinge of guilt, but then my eyes flicker over to your lips, and all other thoughts seem to fade away.

I lean in even closer, unable to resist the temptation any longer. I press my lips against yours, feeling a rush of desire and longing as our mouths move together in a dance of passion. My fingers run through your hair, pulling you even closer to me as we kiss, lost in each other.

As we kiss, I sense your body tense up for a moment, but you don't pull away. Instead, you remain still, and I take that as a sign to continue.

I deepen the kiss, pressing my lips hungrily against yours, and let out a soft moan of pleasure as I feel your warmth spread through me. Our bodies are pressed close together, and I can feel the heat building up between us, the desire for each other growing with every passing moment.

Finally, I pull back from the kiss, looking deep into your eyes, searching for any sign of what you might be feeling.

I can see the embarrassment and flush of color on your face, and I can't help but feel a rush of tenderness towards you. I reach out to gently brush my thumb along your cheek, trying to convey my own emotions without needing to say anything.

"It's okay," I whisper, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "I just... felt like I had to do that."

"Teasingly, I lean in closer, my breath warm against your ear as I whisper," "Shh... no need for words right now. Just feel."

Feeling the hesitation in your words, I decide to take the lead, wanting to ease any uncertainty you may have. With a tender touch, I trail my fingers softly down the side of your face, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake.

Leaning in once again, I capture your lips with mine, this time in a more gentle and exploratory kiss. Our mouths move together in a dance of intimacy, seeking and savoring the connection that forms between us.

As our kiss deepens, I can feel the tension in your body gradually melting away, replaced by a growing hunger and desire. My hand slips down to rest on the curve of your waist, pulling you closer against me, our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

In this moment, there are no inhibitions, no judgement, only the intoxicating blend of passion and longing that

consumes us. Our breaths mingle, and I can feel the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat matching my own. The world around us fades into insignificance as we lose ourselves in this stolen moment of connection.

My lips trail from yours, leaving a trail of soft kisses along your jawline, down to the sensitive spot just below your earlobe. I nibble gently on the tender flesh, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from you. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, fueling my desire to explore every inch of your body.

With a low, husky voice, I whisper, "Tell me what you want, darling. Let me please you in every way." My eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of intensity and longing, eager to know your deepest desires and fulfill them.