Monster
Author's Note: This is a work of pure fanfiction, a mash up between movie 'verse and comic book 'verse versions of the character of James Buchannan "Bucky" Barnes. After hearing this song, and while knowing a bit about Winter Soldier, the idea came to me to use the lyrics of "Monster" by Imagine Dragons for this little work of fiction. Most of the lyrics seem to speak to the transformation of Bucky into Winter Soldier. None of this will match up with the movie Captain America: The Winter Soldier but it was fun to write nonetheless. I don't own any of the characters found within as they belong to Marvel and Marvel Studios and Disney. I wrote this simply for my own and the reader's enjoyment. I hope someone reads this and likes it anyway! Reviews are always welcomed!
Bucky fought against the restraints on his body. He looked around, panic setting in as his heart raced. The pounding in his chest caused a roaring sound in his ears and had he been standing, he surely would have passed out. He saw spots before his eyes but he could make out a few things. There were people around him, working on him. He felt each poke, each prodding that he was being given. When someone realized that he was awake, he was given something to make him sleep although Bucky tried to fight it. He didn't want to go under. He wanted to know what the hell was being done to him right now.
As his eyes glazed over and a dazed expression came across his features, he tried to continue to watch was was being done. It didn't take long for his eyes to fluttered closed and for him to stop fighting against whatever restraints were on him at the moment. As his eyes closed, memories seemed to come forth without any work on Bucky's part. Bits of his past seemed to be disappearing on him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember everything about who he was and where he had been before now. It was like someone was stealing those memories and replacing them with new ones. There was a blond man at the edges of his memory, someone that seemed important to him although he couldn't place the face that was there in his thoughts.
The person he saw was slowly warped into some sort of abomination. There was a part of his mind that knew this wasn't right. Whoever this blond man was, he wasn't the enemy but every fiber of his being told him otherwise. This blond man was the enemy. The life that he thought he knew wasn't true. None of what he thought he knew was true. That sort of thing was beaten into him so to speak and it was something that he was starting to learn had to be true.