Hey guys! Thanks for reading this! I'm gonna be writing up one-shots about Bucky and if you want to read anything specific, feel free to let me know and I'd love to write it! I'm always looking for new ideas! This first chapter will be about Bucky after he's been without a memory wipe for a while. He's remembering all sorts of weird stuff and it's screwing with his head. Enjoy!
P.S. Brief mention of suicide. It's tiny though. Like three words.
P.P.S. I don't own Bucky or Marvel. Unfortunately. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I would be writing a movie based solely of the Winter soldier, as well as a Black Widow movie because come on, seriously?! We need some girl power up in the MCU, and everybody knows it. Carry on.
B-U-C-K-Y
They kept saying it. He had been out of cryofreeze too long. That and he needed another memory wipe. Otherwise, he got...aggressive. He had remembered his name. It was Bucky. His name was Bucky Barnes, not the Asset, or The Winter Soldier. Bucky sat on the cold ground of his containment cell, human hand messing with the fingers of his metal arm. He didn't notice things like that anymore. Cold, hunger, sleep deprivation, human stuff like that. He didn't notice it. He wasn't supposed to. He was a weapon, he didn't get the luxury of being cold. And he most certainly didn't get to sleep. Cryofreeze was like a really, really long nap...in a freezer. They feed him intravenously. He hadn't had real food for over sixty years. But that didn't matter. Nothing really did. Of course, it wasn't like you could just run away, or kill himself or something like that. When he was getting a memory wipe, he was on a mission, or in cryo, or drugged so they could fix any malfunctions he might have. If they bothered to drug him at all. That's when he remembered a name. Howard Stark. He was important. Bucky knew that. But he didn't know why. He didn't care either. He wouldn't be in control long enough to try and figure it out. Not that he was ever in control but that was the thing about gaps between memory wipes. Things started bleeding through. Sometimes it was important things, sometimes it was names without faces or faces without names. Occasionally, he would make a small connection, like linking a name to an event, just small things. Bucky glanced up at the guards and scientists and random people running around completing unimportant tasks. He knew some of them were preparing to drag him out and wipe him again. Bucky honestly didn't know why he was there. Why was he the weapon? Maybe it's just because he survived. Survived what? That's the part he can't remember. Steve. Who was Steve? That name seemed so familiar, so safe. One name, made him feel the tiniest bit safe in his world of pain. Soon it would gone though. A guard opened his cell and another one helped to pull him upright. He obediently went over to the chair. He sat down and someone pushed him back. They held out a black bit and he reluctantly took it into his mouth. The clamps snapped into place over his arms and legs and he started to panic. The next part was the head pieces. They whirred and clicked into place. He was so scared. He was scared because he knew what came next. Pain. And darkness. And nothing. That was the worst part. The nothingness. It swallowed him whole as pain and fire coursed through his body. He could barely even scream as the nothingness consumed him entirely.
B-U-C-K-Y
First chapter complete! Let me know what you think, but constructive criticism only please, this is my very first Bucky fanfic. What do you think did I get Bucky's persona right? If not what can I do better for next time. Prompts, constructive criticism, thoughts, and opinions greatly appreciated. Thank you!
Peace Out Rainbow Trout!