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"They've made me into their weapon. An object that does whatever the wielder wants."
"It's okay, you're pretty dull so it should be fine," she joked, playfully shoving his head.
He glared at her, unable to suppress his smirk. "I'm still their weapon."
"There's a difference between a blade and a rod," she told him, "One can kill in a single strike."
"So, I just beat them to death?"
"You give them time."
"Yes. I lengthen their painful and inevitable death."
"You give them a chance." She turned his head so their eyes locked. "You give them a chance to live."
"Except I don't."
"You do, and you have. I've seen it."
"What do you mean?"
"They don't wipe my memories." She said, breaking eye contact and dropping her hand. "Sometimes I wish they would."
"You don't mean that." He said. "I can barely remember who I was before and can't take responsibility for more than half the things I've done."
"At least you can live with some sort of innocence." She looked back up at him, her eyes filled with so many emotions.
"Innocence is ignorance."
"And ignorance is bliss."
Tears filled her eyes as she tried so hard to hide them. Any other time, anywhere else she would have no problem hiding them, but with him, she couldn't help it.
He leaned forward and enveloped her in his arms. Her own instinctively wrapping around him as her rubbed her back and kissed her head.
"We just need to get away from here." He said. He would do anything to protect her. Anything at all.
"We've tried." She said weakly, voice muffled by his chest.
"I know. But we'll be free eventually."
She looked up at him, tears flowing freely now. "Or they kill you and I won't be able to live with myself."
"I'd rather me than you because I'd follow right after."
"What makes you think I wouldn't do the same?"
He smirked at her, glad that she smiled back. "Then we escape together. Alive or dead."
She laughed, wiping away her tears. "If we do escape, we're going to need so much therapy."
"So much therapy." He agreed, holding her closer.
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Bucky woke up in a panic. He needed to get out. He needed to escape with that woman. But he didn't know who she was or where he was. His thoughts flashed to him being brainwashed, but once he got a good look around him, he knew he was safe. He was back in his room at Avenger tower, but he didn't remember going to his room.
A quiet knock came from his door and a moment later Steve's head appeared. "Friday told me you woke up," he said, "Are you okay?"
Bucky nodded so Steve slipped into the room, closing the door behind him and leaning against the wall.
"Every time I think I have all my memories back, more start coming," he said to Steve, moving to sit at the edge of his bed.
"What did you remember this time?" Steve asked.
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Purple Hope
FanfictionIt had been six months since Bucky moved into the tower. He mostly kept to himself or stayed around Steve. He was quiet and reserved and often left a room abruptly when memories came flooding back. It was hard for him to adjust, but he was making tr...
