Bucky was awake moments before the monitor turns on, projecting its rather disturbing message. He feels a sense of panic grip him as he glances from those words to the woman opening a closet on the other side of the room.

Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow.

He had no intention of drinking a strange bottle of liquid provided by someone who had captured him, and he certainly didn't plan on fucking anyone under these circumstances. At least they had not messed with his mind. Not yet, anyway.

"We need to get out of here," he said immediately, rising fluidly from the bed as he reached for the back of the collar. Bucky's eyes widened when he couldn't find any opening on it. Well, maybe he could punch through the door. Surely their captors couldn't prevent that? That was what he thought until he gave it a try and found even his bionic arm couldn't make a dent in the door.

This had to be a HYDRA facility. There was no other option. He turned back to Natasha, baffled and more than a little bit worried.