Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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@lifeinservice
lifeinservice:
"Everything. Start from—the beginning."
"Do you remember anything from our childhood? How you used to watch over me when I was sick? Or rescue me from the alleyways?"
"No." Even if he were to wrack his mind for a memory, the only thing he could remember was gunpowder and wet dirt. "Am I supposed to?" Family, friends, a home--he remembered nothing.
"Are we family?"
"I do. What do you want to know?"
"Everything. Start from--the beginning."
It wasn’t unusual for Tony not to know someone, at one of his parties— but knocking into one of them was a little more rare. A too-thin hand went out to press against Bucky’s shoulder, half steadying and mostly keeping the man at arm’s length for a moment.
"Sorry, darling— Didn’t see you there~"
It felt as if James could easily push the man in front of him and send him toppling to the floor. A fracture didn't look too out of place in the scenario either depending on how hard James push.
"--Make it up to me, then."
But it was an in and that is all he needed.
"--."
The donut shop was filled to the brim with customers since it was still morning but not as filled as the streets outside, something that James was trying to avoid.
He had only intended to hide for a while, maybe steal a donut or two. But then James found himself accidentally knocking into someone and he blinked. Familiar--
Or maybe not.
"They didn’t make you. They kidnapped you. They-“
They tortured him. They took away everything that made him him.
"You don’t owe them anything."
He took a step away from her and she had to fight her instincts and keep standing where she was. She couldn’t push him. Not yet anyway.
"They will. Please, just listen to me."
Pierce was dead. That, at least, James knew. The rest would be scattered and trying to find a new way to place the foundations down. In the back of his mind, James knew she was right.
They would wipe him. They've already did.
His newest memories--start from waking up and being handed a new set of guns and a blade. He didn't remember anything before that.
Except her and except diving into the water. Except the museum.
"What should I do?"
He'll listen. Just as he did with his previous handlers.
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"I won’t stop you. If you want to finish it, here’s your chance."
"I want answers. You said you had them."
"No! No you don’t."
Her heart dropped at his words and it felt as if she was talking to a machine, not a living and breathing person. It devastated her and all she wanted to do was grab onto him and try to make him see reason, but she didn’t want to over step her boundaries by doing so.
She had to be cautious.
"They don’t own you anymore. You are your own person. I won’t let them get their hands on you again. I can help you r e m e m b e r.”
"They made me."
The words are repeated in small bits of memories, stretched too thin already with faces replaced over time. They had cooed to him once, doctors and scientists garbed in black and white, the words that he added on next.
"I owe them."
His future is already written in mission specs and a tube he remembers to still be in a safe at a Washington D.C bank.
"I--"
Purpose. Purposepurposepurpose.
And he stumbled a step back, conflicted.
"I can beg--not to be wiped. They might not--"
She didn’t even attempt to argue with him, knowing it wouldn’t end well. And then again, he was right. She might know who he was, but she didn’t know who he had become.
His next words caused her throat to close up and she had to take another deep breath in order to clear her head.
"I won’t let that happen."
"I failed."
The mission was meant to be finished within days. Pierce, his --newest of handlers, was supposed to pick him up and give him his next set of directions once things were settled.
Only James had failed and--everything came crumbling down after. He didn't want to return, to be wiped again. The cold still ached in his bones, numbing healing fractures.
But he knew nothing else but the cold leather seat and the metal straps. Yet it was purposeful. And James needed purpose and directions more than anything else. It's all the comfort that he has.
"I need to be reset."
His words were as hollow as his eyes.
“ ——— do you mean that? “
"--Yes."
[He hesitates but the next words come out as a statement of fact, laced with indifference rather than a question.]
"You thought I lied."
The question was so simple,while the answer was so complicated. She felt that the only part of the aftermath she was entitled to clean up was finding him.
Maybe it was selfish, but at the same time she knew it was the right thing to do. He needed her just as badly as she needed him.
"i wasn’t going to leave you behind."
"You don't know who I am."
The words were spat out a little harsher than he had expected, James' body tensing in response on automatic. Still, there was no denying that he was missing something.
But each attempt at remembering was-- like meeting a blank wall, smelling of bleach and the sour scent of cocktails.
"They will come for me."
The trick to getting others to avoid him is to pretend he's busy. The phone he had stolen earlier from a passerby makes the trick even easier to use.
"--Why?"
After the blow up between Hydra and SHIELD, he had expected most people to focus on the damages and not on a ghost--corporeal as James may be.
MCU || Post TWS || Independent [ Multi ] fandom || ship || verses ❝A man is known by the silence that he keeps.❞
There are moments when you’re already staring at someone, and then suddenly, their eyes meet yours and you heart jumps a little like it received a shock. Bruce recognized the man, only vaguely. He hadn’t visited a museum in a long time, and sure, Steve’s war stories were interesting, but Bruce tried not to absorb them too well. He never liked war.
The scientist rose from his seat, but he didn’t approach the other man, nor did he move away from him.
Letting the other man leave now wouldn't be disastrous. It wasn't as if James couldn't find a way out of the country, much less the city within a span of a few hours if he really needed to. Yet the thought of being curious enough for the first time in a very long while, James opted for the second option. The coffee cup he had been nursing for a while was still full but it was less of an actual want and more of a need for a reason to stay.
James pushed himself off the chair and crossed the few feet before wordlessly pointing at the seat across from the scientist.
[Is holding onto a bag of grocery food as he stares at the other man.]
What. Are. You. Doing.
Chewing.
[On an apple, to be precise.]
[Ever so casually pulls out all the things from the man's fridge to eat.]
