The Pen is Mightier! (penismightier) wrote in chaotic_library, @ 2014-05-16 22:37:00 |
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[Bucky Barnes; PG-13] This Is My Kingdom Come
Character/Series: Bucky Barnes; Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for 4purposes@LJ fall theme #05 - where the flames expire, where the spark fades. Winter Soldier spoilers.
Title: This Is My Kingdom Come
Author: yuuo
Word Count: 666
Summary: For awhile, he could register nothing but pain.
They say it's what you make,
I say it's up to fate.
It's woven in my soul.
I need to let you go.
-Imagine Dragons
For awhile, he could register nothing but pain. It was particularly strong in his left arm, right above the elbow. Curiously, he felt nothing below that. The snow underneath him was soaked with blood. He noticed someone dragging him, but he couldn't make sense of it. He'd fallen off the train, how was he even still alive?
Steve. Steve would think he was dead. He had to get back somehow.
But he blacked out from the pain, fleeting images flitted through, Doctor Zola, and further pain in his left arm. He didn't wake up until the pain was muted. His left arm was metal. Someone had fitted his missing limb with an electronic metal monstrosity. He grabbed the nearest person by the neck, knowing that this was not the army. He saw Zola. This was Hydra. He had to get out.
His thigh burned as Zola jabbed him with a needles and some sort of chemical that stole his awareness back to nothing.
He had to get out. He had to get back to Steve. Steve would be worried, he needed protecting.
"You will be my greatest creation," Zola said, leaning over Bucky. He was strapped down, straps strong enough that even his left arm couldn't break through, though he certainly tried.
In response, he spat at Zola, glaring murder at the demented doctor. Steve. He'd come again. Wouldn't he? Maybe not, Bucky had fallen off a mountain, he was probably considered KIA. But that just meant Bucky had to fight through this himself and get back to his friend. "I won't be your anything," he snarled. He hated Hydra, what they'd done to him and others before him. But something in his anger felt too much, even for Hydra. It was like his blood ran hot, hotter than he was otherwise physically capable of.
Zola took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt. "The process has already begun, Sergeant Barnes. It started before your chemically enhanced friend took you from us. And now, it is Hydra's turn to make a super soldier. Don't you find it ironic, that we'd use you? Captain America's best friend? It will be most fascinating to see what happens when you two meet up."
"What will happen is Hydra's going to be big shit," Bucky replied, hoping to stall Zola while he tried to break his bindings. "I'm not working for you." Steve. He couldn't let Steve down.
"Think what you will."
The device Bucky was strapped to leaned back, and a round mechanism cupped his head and across his forehead. An intense electrical current ran through his head and he screamed, screamed in pain, screamed in fear as he could feel things disappear inside him. He was losing himelf.
But Steve stayed there.
Slowly, little by little, things disappeared. With each mindwipe they subjected him too, with every chemical they injected in him to enhance his strength, his speed, making him their own super soldier, their own weapon.
But in all of it, Steve remained. Bucky held on through everything, even as his own life disappeared. Bucky and Steve, best friends in childhood and on the battlefield. He didn't remember details, not anymore, but Steve was still there.
"Still resisting?" Zola asked as the mindwipe machine stopped, the table tilting up to let Bucky look Zola in the eye. "I have a reason for you to give up and be our Winter Soldier." He pulled a folded newspaper from his lab coat and unfolded it, letting Bucky see the front headline.
Captain America dead, killed in action. The war was over and Captain America had saved the world, at the cost of his life.
Bucky nearly broke down. What else was he hanging onto? The only thing still with him that had made him Bucky was gone.
There wasn't much point in fighting anymore, was there?
Bit by bit, Bucky disappeared.
And the Winter Soldier didn't even remember what life was like before.