Just a one-shot to deal with my feelings because I saw winter soldier for a second time today and it was amzing. It's not perfect I just did it to get my feelings out. All characters belong to Marvel.
They say mans best friend is his dog. Loyal, forgiving, loving. Then to put a muzzle on a dog to silence its barks and contort its face into something unrecognisable they would try to tell you those qualities are lost. Just a soldier without a conscious. But your eyes can more eloquently explain pain than a thousand perfect sentences can and it is pain those eyes show not indifference, not losses of loyalty or love for those qualities were not lost they were abused and manipulated by empty promises and corrupted men seeking a greater evil. A subconscious debate continuously plays out in your mind trying to find any glimmer of redemption amongst the crippling guilt made only worse by memories slowly returning.
You betrayed your only friend.
But it wasn't my fault,
because I didn't have a choice.
They gave me no choice.
You killed innocent people.
I was kept in a prison.
I was trapped within my own mind.
You're a villain.
I'm a victim.
You're a villain.
I'm a villain.
I don't deserve his love.
Every time you begin to remember they see it as a sign of weakness and will destroy the memory because they thought their great trick was to blank the slate, to muzzle their puppet. They thought the double cross was to pretend they were on your side.
You're fighting for a better world. Your contributions to humanity have been crucial.
But they lost. The true evil lost because the great trick was pretending that loyalty and love were gone. To pretend that mans best friend could be successfully muted behind a mask.
The double cross is pulling the one I love from the murky depths because your muzzle did not work.
The double cross is the uttering of a single name in a distantly familiar voice that rekindles a friendship too strong to be wiped away.
A man unwillingly plunged into the role of the villain will now try to rebuild. Will try to re-earn the love of the one he believes too good for him.
But reliving every mistake and every bad deed means the sleep he desperately needs comes at a cost of the endless nightmares of past crimes. Haunting memories that leave you racked with guilt and every attempt at atonement seems feeble in comparison to the betrayal already committed.
So when you look at yourself displayed on a grand wall with writings of your grand deeds that you don't remember doing it is time for help from an old friend.
Because all great loves and friendships require two.
They say mans best friend is loyal and forgiving and loving. No muzzle can dull that and no muzzle can cause a true love to become blind to the ever-present good that lies beneath the tortured exterior.
Every touch and every word will slowly heal the wounds and repair the damage and the two eternal friends can rebuild together and be together, till the end of the line.