[Bucky feels as if he's spread between two bodies, both laying on cold tile and curling around the one on the floor. For a moment, he can feel the fingers on his left arm where there should be none. He stretches them, reaches out, but then the sensation fades and he's left back in the cold, coated in a mixture of his own blood and snow as someone yanks him along the ice by the tattered remains of his vest.
Someone had finally come, but they speak in a language he doesn't understand. He wants to tell them he's American, that he fell- dammit he fell- that his best friend might still be trying to find them- but his mouth is frozen shut.
Before he can tell them no, before he can fight them, bone saws cut away at the remains of his arm and he screams, he screams and attempts to fight but-
It's okay to say no. It's okay to want.
He tells the spectacled men above him no but they inject him with something and his veins burn. Once again, he's screaming, swinging wildly- you are a weapon, you do not say no.]
lmk if this isn't ok!
Someone had finally come, but they speak in a language he doesn't understand. He wants to tell them he's American, that he fell- dammit he fell- that his best friend might still be trying to find them- but his mouth is frozen shut.
Before he can tell them no, before he can fight them, bone saws cut away at the remains of his arm and he screams, he screams and attempts to fight but-
It's okay to say no. It's okay to want.
He tells the spectacled men above him no but they inject him with something and his veins burn. Once again, he's screaming, swinging wildly- you are a weapon, you do not say no.]