"I Left Myself in 1943," a Winter Soldier fic.
Alternate Title: Who the hell is Bucky?
Fandom: Captain America: The Winter Soldier/MCU
Summary: You have a mission, but your mind is being split in two, and there’s a man on the bridge, and you know him. You don’t know why, but you know him.
Major spoilers for Winter Soldier. Rated T.
There is a hole inside of you, and through that hole leaks memories. Things you shouldn’t remember because they aren’t you, they’re someone else, they’re not, not me, not anyone, not anymore-
When the hole opens enough for you to understand what’s happened, they tie you back and put the plastic guard between your teeth, and then they use the machine’s needles to sew a new black bag into your mind. You let them. It’s easier when it’s there.
If you fight it, they put on a second, and a third, and then they put you back in the box, and the cold creeps in, and the last thing you see is eyes, staring out of an unfamiliar face, a face that you know must be yours, but it’s also someone else’s, but that someone doesn’t exist anymore, and then you feel nothing and the darkness folds around you.
You don’t fight it anymore.
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