I've got exams this week and I've got like a 10% chance of passing my science exam so that's just fucking great. I want to bury myself.
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He remembers the first time it happened.
He remembers being captured along with the rest of his unit.
He remembers being strapped to a chair and people forcing a machine onto his head.
He remembers the most intense pain he's ever felt spreading throughout his body.
He remembers being so weak he couldn't stand.
He remembers being strapped to a stretcher in a room with one unusually small man.
He remembers the same small man running around, collecting things in a hurry.
He remembers Steve saving him.
He remembers the man with the red face.
He remembers the train.
He remembers the fall.
He remembers watching Steve's face disappear.
He remembers hearing Steve scream out for him.
He remembers an intense pain in his left side.
He remembers being found.
He remembers looking at the trail of blood he was leaving behind.
He remembers being strapped to a table surrounded by people.
He remembers someone cutting through his arm.
He remembers a strange heavy weight on his left side.
He remembers being confused. Speechless. Scared.
He remembers being thrown in a dirty cell.
He remembers guards beating him when he called out for Steve during the night.
He remembers being dragged into a room against his will.
He remembers being strapped to a chair and someone putting something on his head.
He remembers that familiar mind numbing pain surging through his body.
He remembers screaming for Steve to save him while all he can feel is pain.
He remembers being dragged from the chair and thrown back into the cell.
He remembers the same thing happening the next day. And the next. And the next.
He remembers fighting back against their restraints and it not working.
He remembers screaming for Steve again.
He remembers loosing track of how many days were going by.
He remembers forgetting about some things.
He remembers not forgetting about Steve. He wouldn't let himself forget about Steve.
He remembers the memories becoming more faint.
He remembers the training with the other soldiers that were dragged in.
He remembers being weaker than the others.
He remembers loosing some of his personality traits and key memories.
He remembers to not forget about Steve.
He remembers the strange building full of ballerinas.
He remembers starting to forget the names of his family and where he comes from.
He remembers more hardcore training with the soldiers and some of the ballerinas.
He remembers someone called Steve.
He remembers people celebrating the death of someone called 'Captain America'
He remembers studying books on how to speak fluent Russian.
He remembers becoming better and less weak.
He remembers winning a fight against another soldier for the first time.
He remembers a name but he doesn't know what the name is anymore.
He remembers being praised for his hard work in training.
He remembers people teaching him to sharpen his marksmen skills.
He remembers looking around his cell walls one night and seeing the name 'Steve' carved into the wall. The name is familiar.
He remembers asking a guard if they know someone called Steve.
He remembers being dragged from his cell and into another room.
He remembers being strapped to a chair and someone putting something on his head.
He remembers hearing a switch before feeling pain course through his body.
He remembers screaming for the pain to stop.
He remembers the pain not stopping.
He remembers his throat going dry from the screaming.
He remembers becoming numb to the pain.
He remembers being released from the machine.
He remembers forgetting his life. His family. His friends. His name. Everything.
He doesn't remember anymore.
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Bucky Barnes imagines
Fanfiction(NOT SAFE FOR RAMADAN) A collection of imagines I can only wish would happen. Enjoy :) There will occasionally be some imagines about Steve, stucky, Sebastian, the avengers and some other marvel characters. Warnings: -swearing -kissing -not the be...
