Jᴀᴍᴇs Bᴜᴄʜᴀɴᴀɴ Bᴀяɴᴇs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zimasoldier) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
stark_international2017-08-03 12:14 am
zimasoldier) wrote in stark_international2017-08-03 12:14 am
[WinterWidow] A flash before my eyes
"He said, I,
Was out my head--I was out of control
Thought I was living, but I wasn’t and
Sometimes, you crash and you burn
Before your once again whole
Gather the pieces to the puzzle"
Characters: Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff
Slash warning
Stark. He was just as clever as his father. There was something odd about letting this man use his device to probe around in his mind. He'd said this would take many treatments, and there was no guarantee that it would even fix the problem with Bucky's mind. Brainwashing was tricky business and the fact that it had been maintained and reinforced over seventy years only made it that much more difficult. Bucky wasn't sure if Stark was actually helping him out of respect for Rogers or whether he'd actually forgiven him for the Soldier's crimes. He really couldn't blame Stark if he never forgave him.
All things considered, even though he was getting treatments for his booby-trapped brain, he still couldn't go out in public. He was still a wanted criminal. On top of that, Stark didn't trust him as far as he could throw him without the Suit, so he was virtually a prisoner in Stark and company's care. That was fine, though. If he somehow triggered again, he preferred to be around those that could contain him if need be.
Then there was the curiosity of the redhead. He knew her. Vaguely, anyway. And not just because she was there when he--no--when the Soldier was hunting down Steve. She showed a wary caution around him, careful to conceal her true thoughts. She was well-trained and deadly. She was lithe and fierce; silent as the night and quicker than one might think. Who was she?
Barnes flexed the fingers of his newly attached bionic arm. It was silver and sleek, quieter than the previous and this one bore the Stark Industries branding. Stark had mentioned something about fitting it with a sort of holographic skin so he didn't draw so much attention with it. However, that was a bridge they'd cross much further in the future. --Those fingers clenched into a tight fist then loosened again, turning his hand over as if examining it. The craftsmanship was remarkable, but still eerily similar to his previous prosthetic.
Passing through the halls quietly--out of habit rather than necessity--he reached the large, open warehouse-like room that had been reinforced to train the other superhumans. Bucky pulled his hair back out of his face in a loose and messy ponytail. The sides were too short to stay put, falling back against his face, but he was able to tuck them behind his ears and get on with this. The knockoff Super Soldier squared off with a punching bag and planted a few jabs into it with his flesh arm, feeling the power it took to make it sway, dialling back when it swayed too much. His first strike with his left arm knocked the bag clear off it's suspension, laying it flat roughly five feet away. Well. That was a bit excessive and he'd hardly tapped it!
Bucky flinched when he felt a presence enter the room behind him...
"Don't suppose Stark has a sturdier anchor for this thing..." He nudged the bag with his foot. Breaking the ice? Well, he was trying. All kinds of alarm bells were going off in his head and crawling over his skin at having someone at his back. Slowly, he shifted his posture so as to turn slightly and acknowledge her presence. "I... can leave if you need privacy." Bucky offered, giving her an out if she wanted to take it.
Was out my head--I was out of control
Thought I was living, but I wasn’t and
Sometimes, you crash and you burn
Before your once again whole
Gather the pieces to the puzzle"
Characters: Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff
Slash warning
Stark. He was just as clever as his father. There was something odd about letting this man use his device to probe around in his mind. He'd said this would take many treatments, and there was no guarantee that it would even fix the problem with Bucky's mind. Brainwashing was tricky business and the fact that it had been maintained and reinforced over seventy years only made it that much more difficult. Bucky wasn't sure if Stark was actually helping him out of respect for Rogers or whether he'd actually forgiven him for the Soldier's crimes. He really couldn't blame Stark if he never forgave him.
All things considered, even though he was getting treatments for his booby-trapped brain, he still couldn't go out in public. He was still a wanted criminal. On top of that, Stark didn't trust him as far as he could throw him without the Suit, so he was virtually a prisoner in Stark and company's care. That was fine, though. If he somehow triggered again, he preferred to be around those that could contain him if need be.
Then there was the curiosity of the redhead. He knew her. Vaguely, anyway. And not just because she was there when he--no--when the Soldier was hunting down Steve. She showed a wary caution around him, careful to conceal her true thoughts. She was well-trained and deadly. She was lithe and fierce; silent as the night and quicker than one might think. Who was she?
Barnes flexed the fingers of his newly attached bionic arm. It was silver and sleek, quieter than the previous and this one bore the Stark Industries branding. Stark had mentioned something about fitting it with a sort of holographic skin so he didn't draw so much attention with it. However, that was a bridge they'd cross much further in the future. --Those fingers clenched into a tight fist then loosened again, turning his hand over as if examining it. The craftsmanship was remarkable, but still eerily similar to his previous prosthetic.
Passing through the halls quietly--out of habit rather than necessity--he reached the large, open warehouse-like room that had been reinforced to train the other superhumans. Bucky pulled his hair back out of his face in a loose and messy ponytail. The sides were too short to stay put, falling back against his face, but he was able to tuck them behind his ears and get on with this. The knockoff Super Soldier squared off with a punching bag and planted a few jabs into it with his flesh arm, feeling the power it took to make it sway, dialling back when it swayed too much. His first strike with his left arm knocked the bag clear off it's suspension, laying it flat roughly five feet away. Well. That was a bit excessive and he'd hardly tapped it!
Bucky flinched when he felt a presence enter the room behind him...
"Don't suppose Stark has a sturdier anchor for this thing..." He nudged the bag with his foot. Breaking the ice? Well, he was trying. All kinds of alarm bells were going off in his head and crawling over his skin at having someone at his back. Slowly, he shifted his posture so as to turn slightly and acknowledge her presence. "I... can leave if you need privacy." Bucky offered, giving her an out if she wanted to take it.