hydratrashmeme | Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

Holy shitballs, look at us go. Welcome to Captain America fandom's resident wretched hive of scum and villainy: ROUND THREE. AKA Bad Guys Do Dirtybadwrong Things To Your Faves, AKA the Hydra Trash Party kinkmeme. As usual, BLANKET NON-CON AND NSFW WARNINGS apply: just assume going in that everything in this landfill is unfit for human consumption.

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That made a flash of panic spark in the angel's eyes, and it felt guilty. It hadn't meant to cause distress, but it needed its chance at salvation. It was wrong, it knew that. It was wrong to give pain to other people in order to spare yourself from that. But that had been why it had tortured.

It swallowed and began to speak.
"There were many times... many times I would torture on their command. Sometimes to find information, or to threaten others. Sometimes just because they wanted to see someone hurt, and it was...it was them or me. I couldn't disobey, didn't know how, but..." Its voice shook, and it swallowed again, gagging a little on its own words.

"I killed sometimes, when I wasn't meant to. The torture went too far, I overestimated what a human was gonna be able to survive, what they would withstand, and that was... that was a mistake. That meant people got hurt, and even ones who would have been given clemency...I killed them. A few times. The punishment for that was always severe."

"It... it wasn't your fault Bucky." The angel said softly, his voice tender, and it took away the edge of the pain. "You don't have to tell me this."

"I want to." It whispered, its voice shaking a little, its eyes down unhappily. It had to explain what it had done. It was for the angel's sake as well as its own - it didn't want him to trust it without knowing what a monster it was. The angel was being kind, but when it knew the truth it might realise that the kindness was misplaced.

"Then you can tell me." The angel said, his voice tender. He sounded like he meant it, and that gave the demon the confidence to continue.

"A lot of the time it was physical torture. I wasn't smart enough... not in control enough to do psychological torture, and they would use...they had other torturers for minor things. My presence was meant to be enough, on its own. I was ...I am a monster. People panicked."

"You aren't a monster." The angel said firmly, but Bucky had to continue.

"I would whip people. Break bones, slam them into the walls, shake them... I'd stand by as electricity was used on them, strip them naked, cut them..." It was shaking. "I would make mistakes sometimes. I went too far. It would have been agonising for my victims, and so many of them were young, or innocent. Shield agents too. I beat them bloody until they told me the information. Some held up, and then they were beaten more. I would cut them, stab them, shoot them in the knees, and..." It shuddered. "It would have hurt a lot. I understand. It must have made them afraid, and I did that. There are various things, I had a scale of what hurt most and..."

"What... a scale?"
"They did it to me so I would be able to judge it fairly. So I would know exactly how much to hurt people. Unfortunately...well, human bodies are more delicate than mine. I'm not a human any more. So things that would destroy them... merely crippled and agonised me...It was... a mistake. I didn't want...I didn't want to hurt them, but I did, and as I did it I knew just how much it would hurt." It risked a look at the angel, and saw that he had gone pale.

"Okay..." The angel said softly. It's voice was trembling. "I need to... I will be straight back...I need water." He walked away, and for a moment, Bucky was left alone. Bucky wrapped its arms around itself, waiting. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was all of its redemption, and it hadn't been enough. It had done so much that was terrible, even the angel couldn't forgive it, and that made it shudder.

The angel returned after a minute, clutching a glass of water in a trembling hand. He smiled at it and sat down opposite it. It shuddered and tried to move away.
"You... you okay?" The angel asked softly. "Sorry about that. I should have stayed. I needed water."

"It's alright." The demon promised. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"You didn't." The angel told him gently, his voice soft. He reached out to squeeze the demon’s hand.
"Do...do you think I can ever be forgiven?" It asked, looking down. It didn't deserve to be forgiven. Now it had disgusted the angel. It had done so much wrong. It was wrong.

"I think you can be forgiven." The angel told him softly.

"I'm not so sure." It whispered, starting to tremble. It still had more to tell him.

HUMAN BODIES ARE MORE DELICATE THAN MINE I'M NOT A HUMAN ANYMORE well that was a straight shot right to my id

(OP) Sorry I missed the last chapter, but oohhhh I am still enjoying this! THEY TESTED ALL THEIR TORTURE METHODS ON HIM SO HE WOULD KNOW HOW MUCH EACH ONE HURT. BUT HUMANS ARE MORE FRAGILE THAN HIM SO HE ACCIDENTALLY KILLED PEOPLE. Ouch. Here, just have my heart.

Author!Anon Thank you ever so much, really glad you are enjoying it, there should be an update today!

Oof, gutted (which means I adore this)

I CANT WORDS BUT I WILL ATTEMPT TO NONETHELESS
SCREAMING ABOUT BUCKY FOR FOREVER. ALSO SCREAMING BECAUSE OF ALL THE THINGS HYDRA INFLICTED ON HIM AND THEN MADE HIM DO TO OTHERS. Be still, my id.

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