A series of one shot chapters about Bucky Barnes mostly told in the first person by different people. Stories will reflect different times in the life of James Buchanan Barnes. This is PG rated and any sexual content will be kept to a minimum.
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Content warning: descriptions of physical, mental and emotional abuse may be triggering. There is one scene involving the violent death of an original character. Most of this is not "canon;" I have imagined the torture HYDRA inflicted on Bucky to tear him apart in order for them to build him back to what they wanted.
Going to try different point of view in this chapter. Some present tense inner monologue / stream of consciousness interspersed with moments of clarity as Bucky tries to understand what's happening to him. Fair warning, this is a dark one shot.
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1945
A jolt hits him again and the screams erupt from his throat, because his jaw is so tightly clenched, he can't even open his mouth. Why? Why are they doing this? Why didn't they let him die beside the river. Why didn't ... Steve, why didn't he give him a hand and pull him in before the railing broke?
"What is your name?" asks a voice and he sees a face, a man, with glasses, just inches away from his own face. "What is your name?"
"Barnes, James Buchanan, Sergeant, serial number 32557038."
A nod is given to someone out of range of his vision and he screams again as the pain courses through him. It seems to last forever then it stops and the man with the glasses comes into view. Again he speaks.
"What is your name?"
Again, the answer is given. "Barnes, James Buchanan, Sergeant, serial number 32557038."
Again the pain returns, again, and again, and again after he answers the same way each time. Finally, he doesn't answer because he is unconscious and the prisoner doesn't feel the straps removed from his body, being transferred onto a gurney, and wheeled into an operating room to repair the artery where his arm used to be. On the last treatment his blood pressure went so high it burst the stitches of where his arm was amputated and he required a blood transfusion. They gave him something else as well, just like they did in Austria. It was blue in colour.
His face is in her hair, and it smells so good. If they weren't on the dance floor, he would be undressing her. What was her name again? Connie, Bonnie, Ronnie, Donnie, Yvonne, Dionne, Diane ... there were so many, and their faces are all just out of view. If he could just focus....
"What is your name?"
The question jolts him awake and in a panic the man looks around in confusion. Where is he? He struggles to remember where he was before he woke up and there's nothing there. It's like a blank in his mind.
"What is your name?"
The question is repeated, and he looks for the source of the voice but it's hard because there is a bright light shining in his face, that makes it difficult to see anything more than an outline.
