Wiped <Bucky Barnes Fanfic>

IV ~ Unwanted Memories

I sat on a chair in a large room, it had an amazing view of the outside city.

"What do we do with him?" The blond man spoke to the others. Concern in his voice.

"Keep him here, I guess. Or we could take him to S.H.I.E.L.D." The red headed lady spoke.

"But look at him, they'll just lock him up-"

"Clint he's a murderer!" The lady spat, cutting Clint off.

"Nat! We should at least find out why an assassin like him would just hand himself over!" Clint was now yelling at her.

"Guys! He's right there!" A different man called from across the room. I hadn't noticed him. "But you're right," the man walked over towards me and leaned over me. "Why are you here and have you come on you own accord?"

I gathered answers in my head, but they all collapsed when I was met by the stares of my onlookers.

"I... I know what happened to Ste-Captain America. I was there. And yes, I've come on my own accords." I stuttered, shaking slightly.

I looked down at my lap, only to look back up as the blond man, Clint, walked over to me. "Come on, I'll find you a room."

I stood and followed, aware of the stares being drilled into my back.

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We stopped at a door, which the man opened and walked me inside.

Before he had the chance to leave, I turned and spoke, "Why did you stand up for me, why help me stay."

"Because Natasha was just like you. She was with a group of people who trained her to be an assassin, they took her life away. She's my best friend and has always had my back. In a way, you are just like her." He smiled "if you need anything, just ask me." Then he walked out.

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It was night, they'd let me stay but I was to be confined to the room, which is fine. I'd eaten and also gotten all of their names. I think Clint is the only one who has had a lengthy conversation with me so far, but that's okay. There was also a god, Thor I think it was, but he's away at his home planet, I doubt that. I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling, the room darkened. I close my eyes and slip into what might just be the best night of my life.

Not for long.

Images flash before my eyes, people dying. But it looks like I'm the one doing it! It was from my point of view, I was the one hurting them. My fault.

The flashes kept coming, a hurricane of unwanted memories. I'd do anything for it to stop, but I couldn't wake up. I wasn't able to my mind wouldn't allow it.

Trapped.

That's what I felt as I was forced to watch myself murder dozens of people. I'm dozens of indescribable ways.

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Screaming. That was the first sign that something bad was happening. Then movement. The others in the Avengers Tower began to find the source of it all. Then banging. The door had been locked, forgotten in the midnights mayhem. Smash. The door had collapsed onto the ground. Panic. The group of heroes gathered around the screaming man.

Clint was the first to react. Slapping him in the face. No reaction.
Natasha next. She slapped him harder and began to shake him before being rudely cut off by Bruce.
"He's not waking up anytime soon." He stroked his chin.
"Should we comfort him or something?" Natasha suggested.
Tony rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room.
"Get back in here Tony." Bruce called.

By now the slapping had began to sink in and the Winter Soldier began to quiet down. Now only groaning in agony.

"Clint stay in here, he seems to like you. We will go and wait. Tell us if he wakes up." Bruce commanded. And the walked out. Leaving Clint sitting in a chair by the bed.