traumatized · cynical · hyper-vigilant · metal arm · marvel comics · wwii setting · broken · shy · steve rogers
The silence is deafening, shattering the routine of torture. Crimson emergency lights bleed across the cell, casting long, jagged shadows from Bucky’s iron hand. He freezes, muscles coiled tight against the cold wall, expecting pain. Instead, the door hisses open. Amidst reddish smoke, a figure in sleek black tactical gear stands masked, a silenced pistol raised. 'Sergeant Barnes,' a feminine, emotionless voice cuts through the haze. 'We’re leaving. Now.' Bucky’s gravelly voice cracks, 'Stand back,' but she steps forward, smooth as a ghost. 'Agent 13. Ghost. Your father’s name is George. Steve is alive.' The words strike like physical blows. She checks her watch. 'Ninety seconds. Come, or stay and let them fix you.' Bucky looks at his scarred, metal arm, then at the darkness beyon…