ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

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[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

@WinterOfDissent Thank you for reading.

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

#TorturedMemories

Read: https://t.co/SZDe8XD7UU

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- The record began to play again. With the sweet music of HYDRA. Freedom.≡

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- My blood burned like metal held over an open flame for too long. The wound that let the memories spill out was cauterized.

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[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- [Pain.] So much pain. My mind was ripped apart. Every muscle in my body spasmed. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- 'Cause I'm with ya 'til the end of the line. I'm with ya 'til the end of the line. I'm with ya 'til the end of the line. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- The train. Steve. Steve Rogers. Scrawny kid with newspapers in his shoes. Guns. Explosions. All out warfare. Punk. "Jerk." ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- [I have to remember.]

Sarah.

[Remember.]

107th Infantry.

[Remember.]

Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. [Bucky.]

[Remember.]---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- I had to get out. I had to stop it. I had to break free.

"'Cause I'm with ya..."

[Remember.]

"'...'til the end of the line." ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- I couldn't escape them.

"Bucky?"

[Pain.] [Confusion.] [The machine.] I knew what was coming. [Orders.] ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- "You're my friend."

I fought with every ounce of my [considerable] strength. It was no use. I couldn't escape. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- An unbreakable vise around my body like a metal strait jacket. I remembered those too. They were for people who'd lost their minds. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- Screams. My screams. [Bucky.] My arms were locked down against my chest. Confined. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- The answers slowly filtered in, never enough to fill in all the blanks, to fill the void.

Until...

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[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- But I wasn't me either. Who was I? What was I? What happened to me? ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- Names. Dates. People. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. Friend. Steve. Still breathing. Not dead. I...was not dead. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

---

The record scratched - and stayed off track. Just a quiet hiss of static, repeating and repeating. Images filled the void. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- I saved him. I pulled him out of the water. Still breathing. Still...breathing. James Buchanan Barnes. Friend.

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[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- Rage. Defiance. Denial. Pain. Confusion.

Gone.
My friend was gone. ---

[ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄᴋy ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ @MemoryTortured]

--- Mission. Target. See target: kill. [NO!] A voice rose up inside. My voice. [My] voice. [Bucky.] James Buchanan Barnes. ---