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thecapitol2014-10-06 06:39 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-06 06:39 pm
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Wash the poison from off my skin [Closed]
Who| MCU!Bucky Barnes and Bruce Banner
What| Bucky had his doctors appointment with Justine, he's not doing so good after. Luckily Bruce is a bro
Where| the commons and ten District 3
When| Backdated to a couple days ago
Warnings/Notes| All of Bucky's issues, specifically to do with consent, medical related trauma, experimentation etc.
He can't feel anything but a distant sensation of horror.
At first he'd done alright. Questions, Bucky could handle questions, he could answer them with all the limited knowledge he possessed. That was fine but it wasn't enough for the doctor, no, there had to be more. There had to be examination, touch insisted on, protests and refusals ignored. The peacekeepers in their white suits looming with stun batons at the ready when he'd snarled and been ready to lunge.
He'd wanted to snap her neck, bolt out and leave the room but he wasn't allowed. Bucky had to sit, good and obedient as her hands slithered over him, cold and impassive like he nothing by a weapon all over again. Her smile and kind words didn't matter, he saw through them as the front they were designed to keep him calm and good and obedient. Just like them, they'd pretended to be kind when it suited them as well but it was always a lie, just a means to control him better.
After that it was like he'd switched off. Bucky had done this in the peacekeeper cells too; it was easier to be away when they worked on him and so he'd done the same with her. She'd touched him and opened up the arm to pry at its innards, then she ushered him back out into the hallways and left him to his own devices again.
No ice. No wipe.
When this happened it was hard to come back from it, not without orders. Bucky could always obey but he had nothing now as he wandered into the common area in a daze, skin crawling and throat locked against all the rage and fear, the humiliation of it all he'd buried deep down inside him. He didn't meet anyone's eyes, moving like a man who was sleepwalking through the day.
What| Bucky had his doctors appointment with Justine, he's not doing so good after. Luckily Bruce is a bro
Where| the commons and ten District 3
When| Backdated to a couple days ago
Warnings/Notes| All of Bucky's issues, specifically to do with consent, medical related trauma, experimentation etc.
He can't feel anything but a distant sensation of horror.
At first he'd done alright. Questions, Bucky could handle questions, he could answer them with all the limited knowledge he possessed. That was fine but it wasn't enough for the doctor, no, there had to be more. There had to be examination, touch insisted on, protests and refusals ignored. The peacekeepers in their white suits looming with stun batons at the ready when he'd snarled and been ready to lunge.
He'd wanted to snap her neck, bolt out and leave the room but he wasn't allowed. Bucky had to sit, good and obedient as her hands slithered over him, cold and impassive like he nothing by a weapon all over again. Her smile and kind words didn't matter, he saw through them as the front they were designed to keep him calm and good and obedient. Just like them, they'd pretended to be kind when it suited them as well but it was always a lie, just a means to control him better.
After that it was like he'd switched off. Bucky had done this in the peacekeeper cells too; it was easier to be away when they worked on him and so he'd done the same with her. She'd touched him and opened up the arm to pry at its innards, then she ushered him back out into the hallways and left him to his own devices again.
No ice. No wipe.
When this happened it was hard to come back from it, not without orders. Bucky could always obey but he had nothing now as he wandered into the common area in a daze, skin crawling and throat locked against all the rage and fear, the humiliation of it all he'd buried deep down inside him. He didn't meet anyone's eyes, moving like a man who was sleepwalking through the day.
no subject
Which, in Bucky's eyes, would be no bad thing. So long as he can get those few people he has come to care about, to be loyal to, out he could watch the Capitol be torn apart without issue, the same way he had wished to do to HYDRA. It needed to be burned down to the ground so no more heads could grow, it was the only way.
The Capitol and HYDRA, they intermingle in his mind more often than he would like.
Bucky shakes off what are turning to bloodthirsty thoughts as Bruce speaks to him again, focusing on that and not his internal dialogue. He shouldn't think like the Asset anymore, at least not when he doesn't need to, especially not when he's trying to calm down. "Okay."
He moves to the cupboards, searching until he finds the requested items.
no subject
"Thanks." Bruce takes the colander and strains the water out of the lentils and rice before pouring them both into the bowl, tossing them together before adding the browned onions and then the sauce. "Can you go grab some plates and silverware? We're ready to eat."
Reached a good stopping point here, you think?
He lays the table for two and waits for Bruce to set out the food and choose his seat first.