Bucky nodded. He opened his eyes and looked at Steve through a blur of tears. He reached out, hesitantly touching Steve's hand with his fingertips. Then he flinched away, fingers curling up nervously.
He remembered trying to escape, in those first few days. Remembered slipping his handcuffs, yelling and screaming for help. That had been the first time they had beaten him - a wide belt whipping at his back and his legs, and a few days after that they had taken one of his fingers.
"I don't know if I can do that again." They'd deprived him of light, of noise, of human contact except to hurt him. They'd beaten him and starved him, made him crawl on his hands and knees like an animal. "I think I would rather die."
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Date: 2014-06-04 07:48 pm (UTC)He remembered trying to escape, in those first few days. Remembered slipping his handcuffs, yelling and screaming for help. That had been the first time they had beaten him - a wide belt whipping at his back and his legs, and a few days after that they had taken one of his fingers.
"I don't know if I can do that again." They'd deprived him of light, of noise, of human contact except to hurt him. They'd beaten him and starved him, made him crawl on his hands and knees like an animal. "I think I would rather die."