Sorry this is so very short, but hopefully it is at least also enjoyable to read.
Bucky Barnes died screaming.
He fell screaming from a train, and went screaming into ice.
Bucky Barnes died cold, with electricity sparking through his brain and needles dripping fire into his veins.
Bucky Barnes died again and again and again and
The Soldier survived. The Soldier was strong.
When the Sargent scraped at his insides, the Soldier took the bit into his mouth, sat back, and let the chair give birth to him anew.
The Soldier shaped the world. He brought peace and order to an unruly world.
He would shape the world one more time. He was still needed.
Peace hovered right on the cusp of Becoming.
The world would be washed in blood, and then it would be safe, and kind, and a place where Assets were no longer needed for sliding through the dark with knives and guns and death.
The peacekeepers he served would want the Sargent back, when the world was safe forever.
Without the need for strength, they looked forward to the days when the old ways would be brought back anew.
The Sargent had been weak and useless and pretty thing like you, maybe we should find someone else to do our dirty work and keep you for ourselves.
The Handlers looked at him with fear, once. Now, he is still needed it’s not fair they whispered to each other and traded sharpened smiles like knives and don’t they know he can hear them don’t they care? they didn’t care to be afraid anymore. They knew what was coming, when the world was bent to their will and a Soldier was of no more use.
“Those eyes are fucking creepy, man, no way do I want him looking at me when I fuck him.”
“Well sure, they’re creepy now, but I bet they’re way hotter when he cries.”
“You really think you can make him cry?”
“I’ve seen him dig a bullet out of his own leg without so much as shiver.”
“Yeah, but taking one bullet in the heat of the moment is different than making him take every dick in HYDRA, and then some.”
“Bet he doesn’t even remember what his own dick is for. Bet he cries the first time someone makes him come.”
He didn’t want –
It wasn't –
fair was a useless concept.
The Soldier was strong, and he was needed.
Today, he was still a Soldier.
Tomorrow –
What use was thinking about tomorrow, to a Soldier built only to obey?
Re: Farewell Party - microfill
Bucky Barnes died screaming.
He fell screaming from a train, and went screaming into ice.
Bucky Barnes died cold, with electricity sparking through his brain and needles dripping fire into his veins.
Bucky Barnes died again and again and again and
The Soldier survived. The Soldier was strong.
When the Sargent scraped at his insides, the Soldier took the bit into his mouth, sat back, and let the chair give birth to him anew.
The Soldier shaped the world. He brought peace and order to an unruly world.
He would shape the world one more time. He was still needed.
Peace hovered right on the cusp of Becoming.
The world would be washed in blood, and then it would be safe, and kind, and a place where Assets were no longer needed for sliding through the dark with knives and guns and death.
The peacekeepers he served would want the Sargent back, when the world was safe forever.
Without the need for strength, they looked forward to the days when the old ways would be brought back anew.
The Sargent had been weak and useless and pretty thing like you, maybe we should find someone else to do our dirty work and keep you for ourselves.
The Handlers looked at him with fear, once. Now, he is still needed it’s not fair they whispered to each other and traded sharpened smiles like knives and don’t they know he can hear them don’t they care? they didn’t care to be afraid anymore. They knew what was coming, when the world was bent to their will and a Soldier was of no more use.
“Those eyes are fucking creepy, man, no way do I want him looking at me when I fuck him.”
“Well sure, they’re creepy now, but I bet they’re way hotter when he cries.”
“You really think you can make him cry?”
“I’ve seen him dig a bullet out of his own leg without so much as shiver.”
“Yeah, but taking one bullet in the heat of the moment is different than making him take every dick in HYDRA, and then some.”
“Bet he doesn’t even remember what his own dick is for. Bet he cries the first time someone makes him come.”
He didn’t want –
It wasn't –
fair was a useless concept.
The Soldier was strong, and he was needed.
Today, he was still a Soldier.
Tomorrow –
What use was thinking about tomorrow, to a Soldier built only to obey?