Thread: The Asset - Avengers (Moon Struck Fox & Defiant)

Steve felt the almost irresistible urge to smash something. he wanted to go into another room and tear it to shreds and scream until his hands where bloody and his throat hurt. Sam said that wasn't conductive to healing though and he was pretty sure that would scare Bucky so he struggled to keep himself calm and contained. how could they force Bucky on some sort of, of slime diet?! Bucky, HIS Bucky living off of what sounded like protein shakes and I.V's. that was not okay, not at all, he was going to be finding what remained of Hydra and he was going to make sure they never, ever became a threat ever again because if they ever got their hands on another person, if they came for Bucky or tried to make a new Winter Soldier, Steve would not be able to stop himself from snapping. it was hard enough keeping himself from screaming a people as it was. the twenty first century was entirely populated by assholes, dirty teenagers, foul language and nudity. Steve barely managed to work up the courage to watch TV sometimes, though he did like How it's Made and the history channel sometimes. there where times when he just hated the new century he had found himself in. they made you walk around naked? Steve asked, shocked. had they sexually abused Bucky? how did he even ask without bringing up horrible memories?! god he was not good at this at all. well you can wear whatever you want now. we'll go shopping once your ready and we'll get you a whole new wardrobe and some toiletries and anything else you need or want. he promised, frowning when he heard Bucky talking like he was a thing. well, he supposed that's all he was to Hydra. a thing, something to be used. it makes sense. he promised the other, swallowing thickly. it makes perfect sense. the longer your away, the more you remember. whatever they did to your head must be temporary for the most part. he mused. but, that's a good thing right? it means you can choose to be the kind of person you want to be now. even if you don't know who or what that is yet, you have all the time you need to decide for yourself. control was something he doubted James had much of in the last seventy years. control over himself, options to choose from, decisions he could make on his own. maybe he'd feel better knowing that no one else could ever do that again. maybe. he still wasn't any good at this. Steve had to bite back the urge to grin, the way Bucky tasted the soup before he stuck it in his mouth. like a little kid uncertain about the new food he was trying. still, Buck was eating the food and that was what mattered. it was real food, the first James had apparently eaten in years. how horrible was that? if there was one thing Steve did love about the modern era it was the lack of Polio and the eating options. he wasn't sure what Curry actually was, but he loved it. and those Chinese noddle things and the Greek salads and yogurts and just, everything. he made sure to go out at least once a week and find something new to eat. just a few days ago he had tried Sushi. he wasn't a fan but he'd tried it. maybe he could get Bucky to go with him next time and they'd try different soups, like egg drop, whatever that was, or Bouillabaisse, whatever that was. maybe sweet and sour soup? which sounded kind of gross and looked even worse if Steve was being honest. okay maybe they'd pass on the soup and see if they couldn't get Bucky eating more solid food before going out and trying new things. i'm sorry Bucky bit I really don't think your the best judge on how your body is doing right now. you just told me you've been living on an all liquid diet for upwards of at least three years, possibly seventy, and that you've been frozen repeatedly. i don't think Hydra cares if you where sick or not so long as the symptoms didn't stop you from fighting. you could have all kinds of weird things going wrong with you and they wouldn't care because they are evil, horrible, god awful bastards. he admitted, watching James. besides, the Serum doesn't stop you from getting sick Bucky. it just hides the effects of it. i'm sick all the time, colds mostly because i still need to keep my immune system working. or something. i don't really understand how it works. he admitted. just because you don't feel sick, doesn't mean that you aren't. he admitted. the Doctor i go to, when i need one, Bruce Banner, he's the only guy i know with any real experience with the Serum. just don't poke him or anything, he tends to get... testy. he warned. he studied the other, worried again. Bucky had killed Howard?! well Jesus. he was going to have all kinds of problems when he remembered who Howard was. i'm calling a doctor. he assured Bucky. you can't leave, not when i finally got you back. stay as long as you want to, as long as you need to. please? he asked the other, reaching over and setting his hand over Bucky's, not gripping, he wasn't sure the other would appreciate being restrained even if that wasn't Steve's intention. i know this is going to be hard for you James. i know this is a horrible thing to go through, but we can get through it, together. it wasn't your fualt that all those people died, not really. they turned you inside out, they erased everything inside of you that mattered and made you who you where. you didn't have a mind when you where with them, you didn't have the ability to tell right from wrong, or even know you could protest or fight back. your a victim too, and i want you to get the help you need, the help you deserve, okay? he asked, hoping that Bucky wouldn't leave. Lord knew where the man might end up, on the streets? dead in a gutter? back in the hands of Hydra?! not gonna happen. at the same time, Steve didn't want to force Bucky to stay either. Eat your Soup. he ordered. i'm going to call Tony. i can never remember Bruce's number. he admitted, punching in Tony's number manually because he hated trying to go into the contacts list. he never did it right and it took him a dozen tries. Tony! Hey! no i wasn't kidnapped stop over reacting. Steve lied. listen, i need a favor, can you give Bruce a call? i have a friend here who needs a complete physical. he's probably got like, Scurvy or something. he admitted. oh, er, you want to know who it is? well, funny story that, see... i may have found Bucky. well, he found me- even James could hear Tony's 'Are you out of your mind!?' Steve had to yank the phone away from his ear. Tony, i'm not talking to you if your going to yell. he warned. you know my ears are more sensitive than most. he complained, grinning a little when Tony immediately went a little softer in his voice. come on Tony, he's my best friend, it's not his fault. your not stalking around blaming Barton for trying to kill all of us now are you? he demanded. ...no i am not moving into the Tower just because i found Bucky, he's not a science project Tony i don't care how much you hate that his arm is not your technology. fine, fine, okay! Jesus Tony okay i'll ask him! Steve said, yanking the phone away from his ear and pressing the bridge of his nose. god i hate him when he hasn't slept, i'm getting a migraine. yes Tony, i know you heard that... Tony wants to know if you, and i'm quoting here 'want a totally more kickass metal arm of doom because that crap your using is totally uncool'... please, don't punch Tony in the face. he asked Bucky, looking both amused and exasperated. dealing with Tony was always a chore. he didn't know how the Agents did it twenty four seven.