p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #001521;""I'm worthless," Bucky mumbled quietly as he stared spitefully at the body in the mirror in front of him. br /He traced down his left arm with his right hand, his body shivering as his fingertips touched the cold /This arm, that had become a beacon of terror to so many. To those he killed and those he'd done worse to. It was apart of him. No matter how you saw it, no matter what he did it change it, he would always be associated with the crimes of The Winter /With his fingers grazing up the metal, once they reached to the top he gripped onto the bicep and with all the strength left in him, pulled /The pain was an immediate reaction, his brain telling him to stop. But he just held on tighter, begging for it to come /He could feel the metal ripping from his shoulder, and as much as he had tried to convince himself that it wasn't apart of him, the pain that he was feeling was telling him /His body fell to the floor as he continued to pull at it. He stopped only for a minute to look at the damage he had done to /Wire was being pulled and fried as the metal arm hung on by them, half off, half on at the top of his /He could still see his reflection from the ground. His hair was wild and his eyes were tearing up. Before he could take in the image staring back at him, he kicked the mirror backwards with his foot, sending pieces of glass /"I'm Bucky," he yelled, tugging at the arm but with much less force now. It was only half off but it didn't want to budge past it, and the pain felt /"I'm Bucky…" he sobbed, still desperately with everything in him pulling at the hanging /He didn't want to be The Winter Soldier anymore, even if it meant only having one arm. He couldn't keep looking in the mirror and seeing /Bucky had become so distracted by his own self, that the fact that Steve was to come home at any minute now had drifted completely from his head. He hadn't been in the right state to think of what he was going to do if he had succeed and Steve had come home to see it, he had only hoped he would succeed. But even then, he failed at /Steve had noticed the stillness of the house when he entered with his arms filled with grocery bags. Bucky hadn't been himself lately, but he was always wandering around downstairs, and he never failed to greet him at the /"Buck?" he shouted from the bottom of the stairs after putting the bags down at the counter. "Hey, Bucky! You alright?"br /When he received no answer, he rushed up the stairs. He heard Bucky's screams before he could even reach the /The state Steve found Bucky in was a horrific one. There was a small pool of blood underneath Bucky's metal arm - which still was connected to him by a great deal of wire. He was on the ground, his other hand still holding on, attempting with the very little strength left in him to take off the arm /"Bucky… Oh my god…" he gasped, rushing to his /"No!" Bucky moaned, trying to pull away from him but Steve already had him in his /His first course of action was to pry Bucky's hand from his arm to try to keep him from causing anymore damage to himself. He covered Bucky's hand with his own and shoved his fingers underneath his, pulling them from the grip he had. With great effort, he was able to get his hand off of his hanging arm. But it didn't really matter, the damage was /The next thing he had to do, was get help on the way. With his hand still holding onto Bucky's bleeding shoulder, he reached into his pocket with his other hand, pulling out his cell phone, he dialled /He gave them the address and tried to the best of his ability to describe the setting that was taking /"Is his arm stuck on anything?"br /"No. He's pulling off his arm. I came upstairs and- and he was trying to pull off his arm. T-there's a lot of blood. Please, I need you to hurry," Steve begged /"Can you stay on the line for us?"br /"No, I- I have to go."br /Before they could answer he hung up and threw the phone to the ground, using his free hand to try to stop the /"James, why would you do this? Why the hell would you do this?"br /He didn't answer, he couldn't tell whether the pain had gotten to him or he just didn't have an answer. Only groans came out of his lips as he tried desperately to fight Steve. He didn't stop until the paramedics arrived, and they had to knock him out so they could get him onto the ambulance./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #001521;"Bucky woke up in the hospital. His body weak and swore. His arm tied down, which he assumed was incase he woke up and continued to try to pull at the metal arm that was still holding onto his /He turned his head, seeing the wrapped up arm that they had managed to fix. The arm he had tried to take off, the arm he had failed to take /He had failed. He had been too weak to pull it off. Even as the great Winter Soldier, he couldn't even manage to take off his own arm. How /"Buck?" He looked up to see Steve standing next to him, his eyes were red and he could still see some blood on his shirt from where he had gotten it when he tried to save /"What are they going to do to me?"br /"What?" Steve asked, caught off guard by such an immediate /"I was found in my own room pulling at my arm furiously, like a madman. Don't tell me that this news isn't everywhere already."br /"It isn't," he assured him "Tony was able to keep this all quiet. No one knows what happened besides the doctors that helped you, and Tony and I."br /"What happens next then? Are they going to fry my brains again? It worked with the Winter Soldier, maybe we should try it for Bucky too."br /"Don't say that."br /Bucky laughed, "whatever you say, Cap."br /"Bucky stop."br /But it was too late, Bucky lied back in the hospital bed and closed his eyes, shutting off Steve completely./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #001521;"Bucky woke up in the hospital. His body weak and swore. His arm tied down, which he assumed was incase he woke up and continued to try to pull at the metal arm that was still holding onto his /He turned his head, seeing the wrapped up arm that they had managed to fix. The arm he had tried to take off, the arm he had failed to take /He had failed. He had been too weak to pull it off. Even as the great Winter Soldier, he couldn't even manage to take off his own arm. How /"Buck?" He looked up to see Steve standing next to him, his eyes were red and he could still see some blood on his shirt from where he had gotten it when he tried to save /"What are they going to do to me?"br /"What?" Steve asked, caught off guard by such an immediate /"I was found in my own room pulling at my arm furiously, like a madman. Don't tell me that this news isn't everywhere already."br /"It isn't," he assured him "Tony was able to keep this all quiet. No one knows what happened besides the doctors that helped you, and Tony and I."br /"What happens next then? Are they going to fry my brains again? It worked with the Winter Soldier, maybe we should try it for Bucky too."br /"Don't say that."br /Bucky laughed, "whatever you say, Cap."br /"Bucky stop."br /But it was too late, Bucky lied back in the hospital bed and closed his eyes, shutting off Steve completely./p