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garbage all the way down ([personal profile] trashmod) wrote in [community profile] hydratrashmeme2015-09-09 07:23 pm

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.

Rules in brief: don't be a jerk except to fictional characters, warnings for particularly fucked-up garbage are nice but not required, thou shalt not judge the trashiness of thy neighbor's kinks unless thy neighbor is trying to pass off their rotting banana peels and half-eaten pizza crusts as a healthy romantic dinner for two, off-topic comments may be chucked out of the dumpster at management's discretion, management's discretion decrees that omegaverse, soulbond AUs, D/s-verse, non-superpowered AUs, and dark!good guys AUs are off-topic.

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Round 3 is closed; comments and fills in existing threads are still welcome, but all new prompts go to Round 4.

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-05-14 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
This may result in a long litany of "Steve, is it true that...?" or a series of confused Internet queries

This seems to suggest that Steve is the one person who Bucky actually trusts to tell him the truth (which I would pay all my trash dollars for), and if anyone, ever, betrays even the merest involuntary hint of amusement or even surprise at any of Bucky's questions Steve enters some kind of cold-fury beast-mode. But regardless, Bucky starts getting really embarrassed asking Steve all these incredibly obvious/bizarre questions so he keeps trying to do research on his own, getting more and more confused and suspicious of everything he finds, which ends in some kind of horrifying meltdown/spillover of all Bucky's paranoid fears and Steve cautiously rubbing his back while reassuring him that yes, it's legal for former soldiers to ride public transit and no, Bucky, the US was not ruled by a theocratic-god emperor during the 1960s and no, Buck, hot dogs do not contain human meat, not even the generic brand ones.

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
(OP)

EXACTLYYY

I love your ideas. Especially the hot dogs one. And yes, the implication was intentional; the idea of him trusting a single person to tell him the truth after he escapes is Too Good, and of course it would be Steeb. Maybe before he escaped it was always one person at a time?

I'm also tempted to have at least one non-Steve person *after* he escapes trying to feed him bullshit. Maybe a good guy being sarcastic/joking (not dark good guys, mod, just good guys saying the exact wrong thing on accident)? Or maybe an evil!OC.

Also imagine him reading a fictional book and just being like "but Steve said..." but the book has its own, consistent rules and he starts to doubt that anything outside it is real. He rereads it dozens of times, trying to find a flaw in its reasoning, but he can't. Or the book *doesn't* contradict anything Steve's said (that's even worse, isn't it...) and he ends up believing in ghosts or lightsabers or what-have-you without any cognitive dissonance. Also consider: him finding the SCP Foundation.

"Steve cautiously rubbing his back" I AM HERE FOR THIS

Also building on your hot dog idea: "Of course humans taste good, Steve. They've got all that nutrition. Especially the eyes, but I was never allowed to eat them before. Can I try them, Steve? Next time I kill someone?" And Steve has to say no and Bucky is crying because they'd always say "maybe next time you'll get to" and even when he's free he still can't have that.

"Bucky starts getting really embarrassed asking Steve all these incredibly obvious/bizarre questions so he keeps trying to do research on his own, getting more and more confused and suspicious of everything he finds, which ends in some kind of horrifying meltdown/spillover of all Bucky's paranoid fears"

I am so, so here for this. You have no idea. Bucky learning to act like people is my favorite, and Bucky learning about the modern world and drawing fucked-up conclusions is my favorite, and memory-loss!constantly-lied-to!Bucky is my ULTIMATE FAVORITE and yeah basically this is my trash jam here. Thank you so much for responding.

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
different anon here, just had a thought:

what if bucky starts asking moral questions of steve as he recovers and tries to understand the world. not just 'do cats really have poisonous fangs?' but also 'hydra said that the american democracy was a sham, is that true?'

'is communism actually bad?'

'is the death penalty evil or not?'

'is a strike soldier who killed more bystanders than necessary in a paranoid attempt to avoid mission failure and formal disciplinary action a bad person? what if that strike soldier was me?'

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
(OP)

YES

He's not used to thinking for himself, is how I think of it, and that would totally bleed over onto moral questions. Thank you for giving me that glorious image. In fact, if the main focus of a fill were the moral aspect, I would be a very happy trashbaby indeed.

And wow, your examples, my heart is breaking all over again...

(I'm so happy that I'm getting responses. I thought this kink might be unpopular, or that it might not be considered trashy enough? But institutional gaslighting is *totally* trashy enough. I don't know what I was worrying for...)

FILL: the greenest sky 2/idk man

(Anonymous) 2016-05-20 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
((This doesn't even feel like trash what am I doing))

Bucky doesn’t get his periodic injections of the chemical after that. At first he’s panicky, testing to see whether his limbs show any signs of falling off, pinching his skin to see if he’s still got feeling. When it’s been a week, he breaks down in tears. Steve has to get up, without a word, and walk out so he can break down more privately.

When Steve tells Bucky it wasn’t true, he doesn’t need anything called moronedrine dicyanate to live, and in fact no such compound exists, Bucky just looks confused. “HYDRA never does anything pointlessly,” he tells Steve. “If I don’t need it, if it doesn’t exist, why would they give me their semen so often?” No matter how many times Steve repeats it, that’s all he’ll hear on the subject.

When it’s been two weeks since the discovery, Bucky comes shamefaced to the sofa where Steve’s been sleeping and sits down on the end of it. It’s three in the morning, but Steve starts awake instantly. “They lied to me again,” Bucky says, and looks away. “I don’t feel any different, and it’s been twice the length of time they said I could go without. I should have trusted you.”

Steve smiles and opens his arms for Bucky to climb into. “There, see, doll?” he says, quietly into Bucky’s hair. “I would never lie to you.”

He’s almost asleep again when he hears Bucky’s reply. “And even if you were lying, even if I did need it to live, I shouldn’t have challenged you.”

Steve never does get back to sleep after that, but he doesn’t have the heart to answer Bucky either.

***

Steve’s in the gym, dropping off some cookies for Bucky’s class of recruits (they all call him Grandma now, and he pretends like he doesn’t like it) when he realizes there’s another catastrophe brewing.

Bucky and the recruits are standing in a circle, stretching. Or that’s what Steve had thought they were doing: when he had come in, they’d all been touching their toes. Now, though, Bucky has pulled a Sharpie from his shorts pocket and drawing on his leg. Steve cranes his neck to see— there’s a neat drawing of the HYDRA logo, and an arrow pointing up his leg. Steve doesn’t think too hard about that one. Bucky finishes the drawing and passes off the Sharpie to the girl on his left.

“Sorry, sir,” she says, “but why are we doing this again?”

Bucky looks scandalized. “It’s a custom,” he says. “We all have to write who owns us on our bodies while we train so that God can see our allegiances when he hacks the satellite cameras. If we don’t do that, how will he know how strong each side is? He wouldn’t know how to make sure the righteous people win.”

Someone on the other side of the circle points out that SHIELD is a non-denominational organization, and isn’t this some kind of weird religious thing? Bucky shakes his head— he isn’t talking about a religious god, he explains. It just isn’t polite to use Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s name in public. Then he looks up at the ceiling and mouths, ‘please don’t hurt me, I tried.’

The girl with the marker shoots the boy who protested a dirty look, then takes the marker and writes SHIELD on her thigh. The marker makes its way around the circle, and Steve intercepts it before it can get back to Bucky. “Good idea, Buck,” he says with all seriousness, because he doesn’t want to have this fight here. “But are you sure that’s the right symbol for your leg? I took you away from HYDRA, remember?”

Bucky considers this, then he takes the marker and draws a star on his leg, surrounded by four circles. He scribbles out the tentacled skull, and the recruits follow him out on a lap of the field. Steve watches him go, filled with a mixture of horror and pride.

In the locker rooms after the recruits are done training, Bucky looks at Steve with confusion. “What’s wrong?” he asks, because of course he can tell something is. “I thought I was doing well with my students. You brought us cookies.”

Steve nods. He knows he has to tell Bucky he’s been lied to once more, but at the same time he doesn’t want to ruin Bucky’s happiness. Maybe if he asks Bruce to explain it to him-- no. Bucky trusts him, more than anyone else in the tower, and he likely wouldn’t believe anyone else if they told him he was wrong.

He waits to break the news until they make it back to Avengers Tower and are safely in their own rooms. Bucky doesn’t say anything at all, at first, and then he turns away and looks contemplatively at the window. “I’m their teacher,” he says, eventually. “If I don’t know what’s true and what’s not, how am I supposed to teach them? How are they supposed to respect me?”

Steve puts a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You’ve done well, Bucky. This is only one time. It didn’t do any harm. They respect you-- you know how I know that? Because they listened. Believe me, they knew you weren’t… correctly informed, I guess. But they still did as you said, because they respect you.”

Bucky shakes his head. “I can’t go back,” he says. His breathing, usually inaudible and even, has sped up. From the sound of the air being dragged into his lungs, Steve knows his throat is closing up. Panic, perhaps, or shame. “I can’t,” he chokes.

Steve doesn’t say anything in reply, just reaches forward and wraps his arms around Bucky, who clings to him in return.

“Do you want a bath? We can use the lavender bubbles again.”

“I lied to my recruits. I don’t deserve one.”

“Bucky, you deserve a bath. They always calm you down, you know. I’ll get in with you, that way it’s not just for you.”

“I’ll do better next time. I can have a bath then.”

***

“Still can’t believe you were Rogers’ best friend when you two were kids,” Tony says. “I don’t think I could take that much righteousness.”

“He wore it better when he was just a little thing,” Bucky says, and squeezes Steve’s hand to let him know he’s teasing. “Everything was too big on him, including his personality.”

“He’s just bitter cause he’s the little guy now,” Steve tells Tony. And then to Bucky: “And Tony, he’s always bitter cause he’s always the littlest guy.”

“Just saying,” Tony says. “You’re the only person I’ve ever met whose personality and values could be captured perfectly in an elementary school history textbook. Or a picture book.” He looks thoughtful. “They always do a section on Barnes here, too. ‘The Captain’s lifelong friend, James Buchanan Barnes was described as hardworking, caring, and wildly funny by those who knew him.’”
Steve laughs. “Well, they got that mostly right. Bucky here used to tell the best jokes. He can make anyone laugh.”

Tony looks intrigued. “Really? Okay, hit me. Make me laugh.”

Bucky appears to be considering, and Steve wants to reach out and catch Tony’s arm, somehow stop this conversation in its tracks. What if Bucky doesn’t remember any jokes? His friend still isn’t quite over his failure with the recruits. He hates putting Bucky on the spot like this.

“The question is,” Bucky says, “when you fuck the Asset, is that bestiality or enhanced masturbation?” He laughs, and the sharp tones aren’t Bucky’s hoarse barking laugh at all.

Nobody says anything, and then Tony gets up and walks over to the window. Bucky looks at Steve. “That makes everyone laugh. My handler used to tell it. Did I do it wrong?”

Steve shakes his head. “You told it beautifully, Buck. But maybe it’s better not to tell that one anymore.”

Bucky looks thoughtful, and then offers: “You know, the other day I was out dancing, and this dame, she comes up to me and I ask her for a dance. So we dance two songs and she introduces me to her friends. One of them says I’m a real sweetheart, and men these days just don’t take any notice of girls. So she nodded, and she says, ‘it’s true, you know. A hard man is just so good to find!’”

Tony, over by the window, giggles, and Bucky looks hopefully up at Steve, who’s laughing with more relief than amusement, and ducks his head so Steve can plant a kiss on the top of it.

"Better?"

"I don't think the history books do you justice," Steve says solemnly, and starts to laugh again.

whoooops

(Anonymous) 2016-05-20 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
this doesn't go here ignore me

Re: FILL: the greenest sky 2/idk man

(Anonymous) 2016-05-20 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
you're doing so great! I love this!

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-06-08 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, hot dogs do sometimes contain human meat if someone's fingers get too close to the machinery...

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-06-09 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"And since they can't work anymore, they just toss the whole person in. You're lucky we saved you."

It was a good lesson. He must remain useful and not lose any more body parts, or the rest of him would be turned into sausage too. He realised he didn't want to be a sausage.

He wasn't supposed to want things.

He looked up -- for somehow as he had been thinking he had looked down -- to see if the handler had noticed his wanting. The handler was laughing and looking at the tech on the other side of room. It was unlikely either had seen.

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-06-10 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
(OP)

AAAAA

Bucky who shouldn't be grateful but is. Bucky. BUCKY

Re: the greenest sky

(Anonymous) 2016-06-10 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Bucky who thinks he was a clumsy sausage factory worker just tickled me >>