Vices & virtues // Bucky Barnes

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Look into my face, then look again

We are not the same, we're different

To tell your tales and fables, you couldn't wait

You need a new clean slate without the dents

A place to put your pain, your consequence

When you look into the mirror, are you even there?

~Bad Omens, Like a Villain

    I have no idea how long it took. Maybe a few hours. Maybe a few days. I fell in and out of my own consciousness on repeat. The drug buzzed in my veins as I fought to stay focus, the guy that kept me hostage, tied to a chair in the warehouse, also kept slapping my consciousness in as I tried to tell him I have no idea what fucking microchip he is talking about.

   My body started to shut down, I could feel it. As much as I tried to stay strong and fight for myself, I wasn't able to stop the guy from beating the fuck out of me nor repeatable stabbing different parts of my body. He knew what he was doing, keeping me alive, yet on the edge of losing it.

- Give her a break. She won't tell you anything in this state. - A cold, familiar voice interrupted another wave of my painful howling. My brother has arrived again. - Go, have a coffee or something, Thomas. I'll sit with her.

- Just don't let her fall asleep, Rumlow, little dove hasn't sing yet.

- Sure, Ill keep my eye on her.

   The guy, Thomas, as I knew now, left, giving me one last glance. Brock sighed, dragging a chair to sit in front of me, before he put a bottle of water to my broken and bleeding lips. I took a long sip, swallowed it, then went for another just to spit it in his face.

- You fucker. - I whispered.

- Bee...

- You don't have a right to call me like that any more.

- Blair, Bee, it's not easy for me too. - He said quietly. - Just tell him where he needs to cut the chip out and I promise you'll be out of here, in a safe place.

- I don't know shit about any fucking chip, you imbecile!

- Just give up, Blair, it is all it takes.

- Fuck you.

- We just need the chip. Since father know everything about the philosophers stone, and never cared enough to tell us... - His voice, still quiet, grown irritated. - It's all I need to let them let us go, Bee. For us to be free. Me, you, mother, father... all of us. You just need to tell him where the microchip with the recipe is. I checked, they haven't put it in me, maybe they placed it somewhere in your body. You have to remember, Bee. Try.

- Suck my dick.

- Bee, try to be resonable. I didn't mean him to hurt you like that, I didn't... 

- You know what – I said slowly, my voice shaken and rasp from exhausting sobbing and screaming. - From all the men that betrayed me... The fact that you did it too hurts the most. You're my brother, Brock. I love you so much, you don't even know. - Another tears and sobs interrupted my words. I looked at him and I couldn't believe it was my brother. Blood of my blood, someone that I'd run through the fire for, someone I'd kill for, standing right before me, with my own blood on his hands. - I love you so much, why are you doing this to me, sang de mon sang? Do you really believe I wouldn't told you willingly if I knew anything? Don't you understand? I am always just the tool, aren't I? Just end it, Brock. Just end me.