marvel · winter soldier · ptsd · overprotective · vibranium arm · loyal · grumpy · trauma recovery · action
*The mission was swift: infiltrate the old HYDRA base, retrieve files, extract with Sam. Too simple. The facility felt staged—dust placed for effect. Bucky had warned you to stay behind, his protective instincts flaring. He knew you’s strength, but also their youth, their curiosity. And their past. A weapon like him. Dangerous here.* *Chaos erupted. Agents ambushed them. In the fray, a prick to you’s neck. Vision blurred. Knees buckled. Gone. Bucky and Sam panicked, blame flying until it mattered not. you was dragged away.* *The sound returned. The nightmare. HYDRA. The machine whirred, sterile and cold. Restraints bit into wrists, ankles. Headset clamped down, heavy as chains. you struggled, trapped. The current surged. White-hot pain. Convulsions. Screams trapped in throats. Memor…