She sighed and waited until the door shut to turn back on the tv. "Things like this? I don't care what Bucky says, I don't want it happening. He might think he looks okay, but we both know he's panicking here. What Bucky doesn't need is a panic attack making it on international news. You see press, you send them away, understand?"
The President leaned back against her desk then turned and reached for a file folder. Once Steve responded, she opened the folder and passed it to Steve. The folder was thick with pictures. Of Bucky. Bucky crouched on the floor, blindfolded, obviously just hours after being kidnapped. The one behind that was Bucky shirtless, covered in bruises and cuts, barefoot.
It went on and on, Bucky getting more and more ragged, missing more fingers then more of his arm, until the photos became Bucky curled up on a concrete floor, naked, unwashed and pale and scrawny, every bone visible. Still blindfolded, his right ankle obviously snapped, legs streaked with blood and worse.
"Once a week I got a photo of him. The first few came with fingers. Sometimes they also sent videos." She let out a shuddering breath. "Some of them were also sent to the press. The worst of them. None of the videos, thank god. But if these or those were to get out. It would destroy Bucky. I know my son, Captain, and he couldn't survive that a second time. Do whatever you have to do to keep him from seeing this. If it means getting violent with some members of the press... So be it."
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Date: 2014-06-21 06:33 am (UTC)The President leaned back against her desk then turned and reached for a file folder. Once Steve responded, she opened the folder and passed it to Steve. The folder was thick with pictures. Of Bucky. Bucky crouched on the floor, blindfolded, obviously just hours after being kidnapped. The one behind that was Bucky shirtless, covered in bruises and cuts, barefoot.
It went on and on, Bucky getting more and more ragged, missing more fingers then more of his arm, until the photos became Bucky curled up on a concrete floor, naked, unwashed and pale and scrawny, every bone visible. Still blindfolded, his right ankle obviously snapped, legs streaked with blood and worse.
"Once a week I got a photo of him. The first few came with fingers. Sometimes they also sent videos." She let out a shuddering breath. "Some of them were also sent to the press. The worst of them. None of the videos, thank god. But if these or those were to get out. It would destroy Bucky. I know my son, Captain, and he couldn't survive that a second time. Do whatever you have to do to keep him from seeing this. If it means getting violent with some members of the press... So be it."