After more than three years of posting, this story is finally over! I’m already nostalgic for it. But there’s a sequel in the works that will start posting around mid-April.
It’s been a blast. If you’re interested in reading it, you can find it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21881344/chapters/52227739
Summary:
The asset is programmed not to strike a handler. Not to struggle no matter who is doing what to it. And it complies. The asset is programmed not to shy away when technicians approach torch-first to take it apart and put it back together in the name of science, research, progress. And it complies. The asset is programmed not to object to the mouth guard, the restraints, the chair. Not to beg or plead when it is left empty and hungry in its cryo tube. And it complies. The asset is programmed not to so much as consider harming an operator, the highest of all members of the organization. And…
And if the silent, liquid fury in the asset’s eyes is any indicator, the asset does not comply.
(Or: The one where the asset is thawed out during the Chitauri attack on New York, escapes, and goes hunting for revenge with the Avengers hot on the trail.)
Thanks so much!
Update!
The sequel, Stitch Me Up, has started posting, and you can find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46706089
Summary:
Therapy is a lot harder than Sam had let on, Steve thinks. Talking about things he’s never talked about, revealing things he’s never revealed. And to someone who’d started out a perfect stranger. It goes against every instinct in himself, all of which tell him to keep these things to himself, to let it all out only in the physical violence of a fist against a punching bag.
It’s been a month now since Bucky—Jigsaw—came back of his own volition after the auction debacle and his escape from the Tower. Since they first pissed off the FBI by ruining a handful of raids against Clint’s “tracksuit mafia.” Since they raided that bank vault and found everything waiting there inside it that Jigsaw had said would be there. Waiting, perhaps, to be used.
It’s been a month, but it feels so much longer.
(Or: The one where the Avengers have successfully brought the asset in after his murder sprees, and the therapy (and relationships) can begin in earnest. A direct sequel to Blue-Eyed Matador.)
Updates will be on Sundays. ^_^
Enjoy~!
