♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦
The interrogation room you’re left in is cold and unfamiliar, the drab gray walls rousing nothing but discomfort. You feel unmoored by the silence, the emptiness of your space. It’s usually filled with Steve and Bucky, their warmth, their presence, their smiles.
♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦
Each day blurs into a haze of ache and sorrow, dolefully indistinguishable from the next. Time becomes an abstract. It grows infinite in the cold white room. And you’re lost in this infinity of woes, mind cloistered in fright and uncertainty.
Summary:You wanted it to end and they just wanted you.
Warnings: Non-Con, kidnapping, mentions of suicide attempt and depression
Word count: 1k
A/N: This short piece is super personal and mentions suicide attemptsandsuicide ideation. Please beware of that. I’m processing my own feelings here and it might not be for everyone. It is not a fun fic.
♦ DARK. EXPLICIT. 18+. You’re responsible for the media you choose to consume ♦
A girl stares back at you on the screen. She looks achingly familiar but the sunny smile on her face doesn’t. Smiles don’t bloom on your face anymore. Not those kinds of smiles. The genuine ones. The happy ones.
The ones that don’t make your stomach shrivel in disgust.
Smile for us, peach. You’re so much prettier when you smile.
(After Captain America: The Winter Soldier) Nat, about Bucky: So what’s with the guy who tried to kill you? Steve: He didn’t try to kill me. He saved me. Nat: He threw a shield at your head. Steve: He threw a shield nearmy head. Nat: He works for Hydra. Steve: Nobody’s perfect.
Steve: I want to hear those three little words. Bucky: I love you. Steve: That’s sweet and all, but you know that’s not what I meant. Bucky: *sighs* Fine. Bucky: I will behave. Steve: Thank you.
