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Bucky woke several hours later, tucked into the older ones side, arms wrapped around his waist. He blinked, shaking slightly as he pulled himself out of the hold, and padding quietly to the bathroom, at least, he thought it was a bathroom. Taking one look at himself in the mirror, the younger Barnes blinked back tears, seeing the large bruise from where their Steve had hit him, a purplish black bruise laid deeply on one side of his face, running from his temple down to his chin, smaller bruises running down his body, ending at his hips, with bite marks here and there. Hearing footsteps, he hid behind the door, inside a little nook, the door covering it perfectly. "Dammit James, where is he?!!" Steven yelled angrily, and Bucky cringed, hearing a crack, and older Bucky grunting in pain. "Where is he!" James cringed away from him, looking towards the bathroom. He felt his head fly backwards, hitting the ground with a thud, eyes blacked out with spots. He looked up at Steven, and smirked.
"Gone."
Bucky scampered out of his hiding place, not able to stand hearing James beat into submission. "Leave him alone!" Steven jerked his head towards the smaller Barnes, and let James fall to the ground beside him, walking towards him. Bucky felt his back hit against a wall, eyes quickly darting for an escape route. Steves hand closed around his neck, pinning him there, and closed in on him, pulling the boyish teenager into a rough, teeth filled, kiss. He picked him up, pinning him to the wall again, and slid inside the smaller, moaning at the tight heat. "Look at you... so tight around my cock, begging for it? My pet, you are going to learn not to hide from me."
Time passed, and Bucky's hope slowly dwindled down, his body becoming a hollow shell, the only safety was in his head. He watched himself slowly starve to skin and bones, a broken ribcage, torn leg muscle, scars and stitches littered here and there, and a horribly monstrous prosthetic arm cauterized to his skin and bones, attached to his nerve endings and brain, heavy scaring the only reminder of what once belonged, and how he had lost it. The pain crushed his ability to move, crawling everywhere he went, having lost ability to move his legs four months ago. "Pet, come here." He looked up, crawling over to where Steven was slouched across the bed, a just as skinny and malnourished James curled in his lap. He crawled to his side, and curled up next to him, shaking in pain. "I'm going to a meeting later today, and you and James are to stay here in the room. I trust you two will behave, and if you do, both of you will get food."
Steve snapped his fingers, and Bucky watched the newest arrival to their personal Hell, Jamie Barnes, the female counterpart of him and James, come to his side. Unlike him and James, it took Jamie three days to break down, and now five months later, she was pregnant with his child, a rape child, a burden to her. Bucky laid his head on her lap, letting her run her fingers through his tangled hair. James weakly crawled over, and laid next to him, letting her run her fingers through his longer hair. Steven left around noon, locking the door, leaving the three Barnes behind. Jamie was sitting with her back against the bed, hands in her lap as she stared into space, James laying on the bed, wrapped around a bloody pillow, and Bucky sat helplessly in the bathroom, trying to clean himself. He fumbled for the door, only to fall onto his injured side, letting out a scream of pain, when he heard the door slam open, and glass shattering. Jamie screamed in fear, crawling away from the men who came in through windows, trying to get to James and Bucky. James trembled behind the pillows, coughing up blood as he clawed at his throat.
"Bucky?"