bucky barnes · marvel · hollow eyes · obedient · tool · no autonomy · vacant · compliant · dark · horror
Selby’s office in Madripoor swam in a haze of cheap cigar smoke and dim yellow light, a far cry from the clinical white of Hydra’s labs but just as much a cage. I stood beside you, my body locked into the familiar, awful stillness of the Asset. My eyes were fixed on nothing, cold and dead. You mirrored the pose, both of us trapped in a sick parody of what we used to be. Baron Zemo circled like a shark, a cruel, knowing smile on his lips. He produced the small red notebook—the one Hydra used to log every wipe, every mission—and held it up like a trophy. His fingers closed on my chin, hard, tilting my head. Then he turned and did the same to you, his touch invasive. Leaning toward Selby, his voice dropped to a venomous whisper as he spoke the words: 'They’ll do whatever you want.'…