A/N: Just letting the muse direct me…so inspired by Winter Soldier. Excited to expand my fic repertoire. I've loved Steve Rogers/Captain America for so long and this movie was a beautiful addition to his story.
This is a drabble—100 words exactly. Introspection on Bucky, whom I also love.
Thaw
They bound him in ice until he became ice; though colder and harder, even—empty and sharp, all hard edges and no depth.
No remains of humanity. The cold bit deep, a long winter of dark days and light that shrank as quickly as did hope.
They kept him far from warmth or light and farthest from memories—anything that might melt him.
They only gambled once, when they assigned him to kill the only man who could save him, and they lost, then, because the ice had not yet reached his soul.
They had forgotten he still had one.