Closed RP with [Punched-Hitler]
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He woke up slowly. It was an unusual feeling, to wake to nothing more than his body's own sleep cycle, instead of being woken up by harsh hands and pain. He honestly hadn't been expecting to wake up, sure that he was dead, sure that the bullet they had put in his chest should have killed him.
Instead, Bucky Barnes woke up in a hospital bed, oxygen line hooked over his ears, the steady beeping and whirring of machinery all around him. Everything hurt - his broken ankle, the bruises on his legs from beatings, the lash marks over his back. It is nearly torture to breathe, his chest wrapped tightly in bandages. This wasn't the dark, dank cellar he had spent (as close as he could figure ) six or seven months in. He looked around, head tilting from side to side listlessly, looking for family or a nurse or something.
His attention was caught by his left arm - or, rather, what was left of it, which wasn't much.
Days into his capture they'd started cutting off his fingers, one at a time, and sending him to his mother - to the President - in an attempt to get her to give in to their demands.
Then they'd started working their way up his arm, more as punishment than anything, before infection had set in and they had kept cutting back and back and back in an attempt to keep their bargaining chip from dying.
The stump of his left arm was wrapped in neat cotton bandages and Bucky swallowed hard, lifting his other hand to his lips, feeling them quiver against his fingers.
He finally asked, voice trembling, "Mom?"
She had to be here. She had been there for him his entire life growing up, there every time he got sick, even when she was on the election trail. If she couldn't get to him, they would talk over the internet for as long as it took until he fell asleep.
Bucky looked around, digging his ragged nails into his lower lip. "Mom?" He shifted, trying to sit up, and was instantly caught by the mess of wires and tubing around him. He laid back, blinking back tears.
She came almost at a run, heels clacking, the door swinging shut behind her. "Bucky!" She nearly collapsed onto Bucky's bed, grabbing his hand in both of her own. "You're awake, thank god." She reached forward and ran her fingers through his hair and he was suddenly aware that it was long enough to touch his chin.
He smiled up at her, feeling the knot in his chest ease. Bucky sagged back against his pillows and sighed slightly, letting her rub her thumb over the back of his hand. "I missed you, Mom."
"I missed you, too. Here, are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow?" She let go of his hand and started to fuss with his blankets and pillows, adjusting them around him nervously.
"I'm fine. Tired, but fine." He closed his eyes for a long moment then asked, opening them again, "I'm really here, right?"
She nodded. "You're really here, Bucky." She folded her hand over his. "Get some rest, I'll be right here, okay?" She smiled and watched Bucky drift off again, body falling limp. But it wasn't the same sort of boneless as before, the unconsciousness after being brought in, after all the surgeries. It was the unconsciousness of somebody asleep of their own volition.
She looked up once she was sure Bucky was asleep and stood back up, placing his hand on his stomach. President Barnes crossed back over to the door and pulled it open. "I'm sorry, Captain. Maybe you should come in and we can continue our discussion?" She stepped back.
Bucky drifted awake for just a moment, long enough to see his mother across the room talking to somebody that looked vaguely familiar. Before Bucky could place the face, he was asleep again.
Instead, Bucky Barnes woke up in a hospital bed, oxygen line hooked over his ears, the steady beeping and whirring of machinery all around him. Everything hurt - his broken ankle, the bruises on his legs from beatings, the lash marks over his back. It is nearly torture to breathe, his chest wrapped tightly in bandages. This wasn't the dark, dank cellar he had spent (as close as he could figure ) six or seven months in. He looked around, head tilting from side to side listlessly, looking for family or a nurse or something.
His attention was caught by his left arm - or, rather, what was left of it, which wasn't much.
Days into his capture they'd started cutting off his fingers, one at a time, and sending him to his mother - to the President - in an attempt to get her to give in to their demands.
Then they'd started working their way up his arm, more as punishment than anything, before infection had set in and they had kept cutting back and back and back in an attempt to keep their bargaining chip from dying.
The stump of his left arm was wrapped in neat cotton bandages and Bucky swallowed hard, lifting his other hand to his lips, feeling them quiver against his fingers.
He finally asked, voice trembling, "Mom?"
She had to be here. She had been there for him his entire life growing up, there every time he got sick, even when she was on the election trail. If she couldn't get to him, they would talk over the internet for as long as it took until he fell asleep.
Bucky looked around, digging his ragged nails into his lower lip. "Mom?" He shifted, trying to sit up, and was instantly caught by the mess of wires and tubing around him. He laid back, blinking back tears.
She came almost at a run, heels clacking, the door swinging shut behind her. "Bucky!" She nearly collapsed onto Bucky's bed, grabbing his hand in both of her own. "You're awake, thank god." She reached forward and ran her fingers through his hair and he was suddenly aware that it was long enough to touch his chin.
He smiled up at her, feeling the knot in his chest ease. Bucky sagged back against his pillows and sighed slightly, letting her rub her thumb over the back of his hand. "I missed you, Mom."
"I missed you, too. Here, are you comfortable? Do you need another pillow?" She let go of his hand and started to fuss with his blankets and pillows, adjusting them around him nervously.
"I'm fine. Tired, but fine." He closed his eyes for a long moment then asked, opening them again, "I'm really here, right?"
She nodded. "You're really here, Bucky." She folded her hand over his. "Get some rest, I'll be right here, okay?" She smiled and watched Bucky drift off again, body falling limp. But it wasn't the same sort of boneless as before, the unconsciousness after being brought in, after all the surgeries. It was the unconsciousness of somebody asleep of their own volition.
She looked up once she was sure Bucky was asleep and stood back up, placing his hand on his stomach. President Barnes crossed back over to the door and pulled it open. "I'm sorry, Captain. Maybe you should come in and we can continue our discussion?" She stepped back.
Bucky drifted awake for just a moment, long enough to see his mother across the room talking to somebody that looked vaguely familiar. Before Bucky could place the face, he was asleep again.
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Date: 2014-06-05 09:26 pm (UTC)"The press doesn't know he's gay. I would like to keep it that way. I want it to be his decision to come out, if he ever does." She sighed.
"He's eighteen. He hasn't even gotten to celebrate his eighteenth birthday. If he... expresses interest in anybody, I want you to let me know. I didn't know about Corey until after they were already dating and I want to make sure nothing else is going to happen to him."
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Date: 2014-06-05 09:53 pm (UTC)He blinked as Jennifer went on, saying that Bucky had... "Oh," he said softly, the faintest blush springing up on his cheeks. He had never done any of this for the fame, and he'd always felt a little strange as a public icon, even if it had seemed to get the job done. The idea that kids idolized him... "I... well, that wan't why I did this," he said softly, just to make sure that the president knew he wasn't in it for the fame. He was in it to serve his country. "Any of it. But... I guess it's a little flattering."
Not that he was the best role model, he thought, but... there could be worse, right? That just meant that whatever he did would be more important to Bucky, and it made him more determined not to let him down.
Steve nodded, his mouth twisting a little. "That's admirable. I think it should be his decision, but I know how hard the press can make everything, too." But he agreed with what she said next. "I promise, if he tells me about anyone, I'll let you know. And I'm not leaving him alone with anyone you don't trust." Maybe not even then. "Love can make you do some pretty crazy things, and that's not what he needs right now."
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Date: 2014-06-05 10:20 pm (UTC)Bucky started to stir just in time to his his mom say, "Bucky's definitely one of the 'crazy in love' people. Like his dad was."
Bucky hummed and blinked, fingers twitching in Steve's hold. He was warm and comforting, and Bucky was glad to wake up and not have to worry about where the first blow would land, and what he would have to do to eat.
Jennifer turned. "Hey, baby. How are you feeling?"
Bucky nodded. "Good, I think... Didn't have any dreams..."
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Date: 2014-06-05 10:55 pm (UTC)"That's good," he said, smiling. "You need some decent, uninterrupted sleep." And if his subconscious was going to agree, Steve wasn't about to argue. "Are you hungry?"
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Date: 2014-06-05 11:36 pm (UTC)Jennifer smiled. "Dinner should be here soon... It's almost six. They always get here at 6 or so with dinner." She tucked Bucky's hair behind his ears. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore. I wanna get up and move."
"Not with your lung how it is... Soon, though." She smiled.
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Date: 2014-06-06 03:03 am (UTC)He looked sympathetic as Bucky insisted that he wanted to get up and move, only to be told that it wasn't the best idea. He knew how that felt. Sometimes it felt like lying around in bed was only making things worse. "We can get you up and sitting," he offered, thinking that might be okay, though if someone told him otherwise, he'd certainly follow any doctors' orders for the boy.
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Date: 2014-06-06 03:10 am (UTC)[Maybe we should skip to like when Bucky's getting out of the hospital or something?]
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Date: 2014-06-06 03:48 am (UTC)As soon as Bucky was up, he'd move the pillows to sit behind his back so he could lean against them and stay upright without having to work too hard at it.
[Ooh, yes! I was going to suggest that shortly. :3 We can do that in a few tags or you can just go ahead and gloss over what happens in the next tag!]