Bucky
The Asset growled protectively. His feral behavior kept the doctors from coming too close. He couldn’t allow them to suspect. He couldn’t allow anyone to suspect. Even after the chair, he knew that.
Bucky shuddered at the memory. Memories were the worst form of torture he’d encountered. And he knew a lot about torture.
Memories hurt deeper and darker than physical pain.
You can recover from physical pain; sure it might scar. But even scars don't hurt as bad as memories.
Memories are always haunting. Memories are always hurting.
You can't escape from memories.
He hated memories.
He wanted to go home, but he'd been gone too long.
Home is funny like that. Once it's gone, you can't get it back.
Even if you do go home, it's never the same.
That's why he can't go back.
But he doesn't know how to go forward either.
He didn't recognize the world around him. He didn't recognize the people around him. He didn't recognize himself.
The world was bigger somehow, but it was smaller too.
The people acted strangely.
Or was he the one acting strangely?
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