despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained)
Language: English
Angst Body Horror Body Modification Canon Divergence Completed Crossover Eventual Happy Ending Hurt Bucky Barnes Hurt/Comfort Identity Porn Identity Reveal Non-Consensual Body Modification Non-Consensual Drug Use Touch-Starved noted
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Published: Nov 25, 2017
i loved this! i had so much fun(which is fucked up of me but whatever) with the first half of this, especially. the sections written from bucky's pov were perfectly disorienting and wild, and the excruciating detail of his whole... ordeal was riveting. there were a few sections that didn't hit as hard as i wanted them to (mostly steve realizing that the soldier is bucky) and i felt kind of? let down? by the ending. the smut felt like a weird way to... culminate the narrative, and the ending coming so quickly after it was very short-fic cliche? i dunno. i was really hoping for a bucky pov to wrap things up. it would have been so cool to see his progress from his own headspace. ultimately small gripes, though.
| 1549 | 11/10/2024 16:48:09 |
At first, it seemed as though the Soldier hadn’t heard. Steve waited. And then, the Soldier reached forward, picked up the pencil again, and leaned forward. The little cartoon mouth, the angled slash. The Soldier pressed the tip of the pencil to the end of the mouth, pulled it carefully upwards, a small deliberate curl. The soldier leaned back and pushed the drawing towards Steve. He’d given himself a smile.
| 1575 | 11/10/2024 16:48:39 |
The Soldier wasn’t listening. He’d lifted his biological hand to his chest. Sorry, sorry, sorry, he was saying, shaking his head, no, no, no, sorry, sorry, sorry— Steve didn’t think. He leaned forward, extended his arms, folded his hand over the one pressed to the Soldier’s chest, rested the other on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay.” The Soldier sagged into his touch, the weight of him—less than when they’d fought—pouring forward into Steve’s hands, he was warm, too warm, and he smelled, but he was flesh and blood just like anybody else, just like Steve, and where Steve’s hands met the Soldier’s skin there was a racing pulse, either the Soldier’s or his own, and he could feel the Soldier’s quivering, shuddering muscles—when was the last time he’d been touched out of comfort? Out of compassion?
| 4866 | 11/11/2024 14:49:29 |
“Steve,” Tony leaned in close to the screen, and tore off the welding goggles strapped to his forehead, leaving red circular welts behind. He raked a hand through his hair. “You and him, you’ve been waiting a long time to come home from the war.” He gestures expansively at the screen, as if he were there in the living room where Buck was sleeping on the couch, as lazy and lax as a cat in the sun. “Presto. You’re home now. Happy V-J Day, go sweep your sailor off his feet.” He smiled at the screen, small and sincere and rare. “I mean it. We’ll take it from here.”
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“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.
Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—
“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”
Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”
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