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Prompt Post 1
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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
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At least one of the characters in your prompt must have been in Captain America: The First Avenger or Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
As of May 3, 2014, the spoiler policy is no longer in effect.
Update, April 22, 2014:
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[sorta fill] Whole [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-19 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)Bucky yells and thrashes. His whole left side is on fire. He wants to run. But there are men holding him down, more than enough to hold down even Steve, and he is trapped. He cries out until his voice is hoarse. He strains until his muscles cramp.
“There is no use fighting,” he says, again, then, “we will rebuild you.”
-
He wakes up screaming.
His throat has long ago given up its’ full voice, and now only has something horrid and animal to loose into the cellblock. There are guards at the door almost immediately, and Zola just behind them, wringing his hands in excitement.
The guards drag Bucky out into a new room, and strap him to a table.
Zola carries something heavy and shining into the light.
“We will make you whole.”
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He is only vaguely aware of the others. A Russian. An Italian. Two Americans. They are not housed together. He sees them in passing, at mealtimes, during medical examinations. Travel to and from the chamber that makes his head feel heavy and his metal skin burn, though he can never remember why. He knows the men call him Monster, each in their own tongue, as he is lead by strong steel chains like a dog.
He ignores them.
Until he hears the Italian ask, “I wonder about the other one?”
He pays attention.
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The trips to the chamber grow closer together.
He forgets.
The loss of things sit in him like missing puzzle pieces. He is acutely aware of their absence, but there is nothing there to fill in the blank. He is incomplete.
He starts not to care that he forgets.
Except for the other. He knows there is one more like him, another monster, just beyond the cells. The Italian has seen him. The Russian has spoken to him. One of the guards got too close, and the other monster broke his shoulder. The guards go in teams, now, when they leave the hallway.
He can barely remember how to speak, some days, but he knows that there is something important in the knowledge that he isn’t alone.
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One of the guards is injured. He can see the man favoring one leg, leaning too heavily on the cell bars while he opens the door. It’s not a mistake he’ll make twice.
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The cell is smaller than his, or maybe it only seems so because the man inside it is so large.
He isn’t sure what he expected. A raving, slavering beast. A mindless demon. But the man in front of him is no monster. His body has been twisted, but his eyes are bright and intelligent and filled with something painfully familiar.
Slowly, a piece of himself slides back into place.
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The compound burns.
Zola lay out in the snow, begging, whimpering, blood slowly oozing from where they’d pulled the cyanide capsule from his mouth.
They leave him.
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Bucky wakes up screaming.
He yells and thrashes. His whole left side is on fire. He wants to run. But there are strong arms around his shoulders and Steve’s kind, gentle words in his ear, and he stills. He cries until his eyes are dry. He holds onto Steve until his arms cramp.
For the first time in a very long time, Bucky feels whole.
Re: [sorta fill] Whole [1/1]
Re: [sorta fill] Whole [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-21 07:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: [sorta fill] Whole [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-20 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)But this is fantastic, heartbreaking, but fantastic.
Re: [sorta fill] Whole [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2014-04-21 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: [sorta fill] Whole [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2016-03-22 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)