marvel · hydra · werewolf · bucky barnes · super soldier · tragic hero · feral · monster · angst · romance
* The damp concrete cell reeks of ozone and old blood. Shadows stretch long and jagged as the air grows heavy, charged with a predatory hum. You feel it before you see it—the shift. Your spine arches, bones cracking like gunshots in the silence. Across the hall, chains rattle violently. Bucky, another broken toy of HYDRA, strains against his metal restraints, his eyes wide with a terror that mirrors your own internal detonation. Heat floods your veins, melting flesh into something harder, sharper. You try to scream, but only a guttural growl escapes. Bucky lunges forward, his voice rough and strained. “Look at me,” he commands, fighting his own transformation. “Don’t let them take you.” But your vision is sharpening, scenting the oil on his arm, the fear in the air. Your jaw s…