romanoff
you're taking all the stupid with you.
i got inspired by
pasta's thread and being in complete and utter awe and decided to write my own one shot thread. most of these concern either my oc's, marvel ships, or unnamed charas. enjoy.
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spoo kalright everybody. marvel meta. i love bucky barnes so freaking much, guys.
The memories would come back to him as blood splatters against the white walls of his mind that he tried so desperately to keep clean. He didn’t know what was true, or what was planted into his mind as a way to keep him under Hydra’s control.
He remembered the Widow. Her graceful moves that could immediately turn deadly. He remembered the Captain, the most vivid memory being of one chilly winter night and trying so desperately to keep each other warm. He didn’t know where his softness came from.
His time spent in Bucharest had only been one of convenience, where he felt that he could go about doing normal human things like a normal human should and not be terrified that someone would possibly look at him twice. He felt that he had the ability to go to a farmer’s market and be able to... live, without the feeling he was being watched, his every move cataloged and categorized.
He was slowly learning who he was, before. Bucky Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes. He didn’t know if any of those names felt like him anymore.
The days would come and go and he (he wasn’t sure how to refer to himself. The Asset would bring blood and death and cold. Bucky didn’t feel human.) would try and make sure that he was gaining some sort of his humanity back. That he felt he didn’t have to wait for orders to be able to even bathe or pick out his outfits.
(He only wore dark colors. He knew nothing else.)
The nights were always the worst to him. His dreams would be full of memories that would start out hopeful and then the blood would seep in and he would wake up screaming-
He heard the rip of fabric and startled, looked down. The pillow he gripped in his metal hand was half ripped, feathers slowly floating down to his feet as he watched them.
He didn’t remember what he was dreaming about.