#burns (sol)

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Running Away - Burns!Sol

//only notes I really have is that suicidal ideation/thoughts might come up, and they’re not in a good place right now… they won’t outright kill themself, but they’re not opposed to not stopping someone from attacking them. So be aware of that.//

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Sol places the note down on the soft, warm bed in the homey room Tanya allowed them. It used to be one of two rooms she kept open for visitors and allies, but it had been taken up by Sol for the past… weeks… months… while they recovered.

Tanya,

I’m sorry. I’m sorry I came back, I’m sorry I stayed, I’m sorry I’m leaving. I can’t continue to waste take your time and resources when I have nothing to offer in return, and likely never will again. I’m not sure where I’m going, but don’t come after me, please.

Sorry and thank you,

Winter Solstice

They hate this. They hate everything, recently, but they know they’ll miss some parts of staying here.

Not the pitying looks, of course, or the fact that they feel so helpless.

But they will miss keeping an eye on the chickens, breakfast with Tanya, checking their supplies.

It’s a few hours of trekking through the woods into the nearest town and to the bus stop.

Their backpack has some of the excess food and other supplies that they knew for sure Tanya and any visitors didn’t need. They brought their smaller, more concealable weapons.

A bracelet Tanya gave them (it has an ejectable little needle that connects to a tiny vial of poison within), a picture of their mother they managed to find together, and a small journal they kept notes and observations in since Tanya gave them it in their 5th or so week of staying with her. The first time they’d stayed with her, all those years ago.

They hop onto the bus. They’ll just go as far as they can, and where the bus stops, they’ll find another bus, and just drift until they’ve decided they’ve found a place that is suitable for the time being.

Their hood is up, covering, hopefully, most of their face when their head is down. They stare at the floor. They don’t particularly care enough to keep an eye on their surroundings anymore.

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[winter-solstice-soldier]

List of AU Sols

Axe!Sol (a Sol that has snapped, and is now an axe serial killer.)

Burns!Sol (a Sol that has suffered a major injury, resulting in large burns across their right side, a blind eye, and a deaf ear.)

Scientist!Sol (a Sol that was taken under the wing of one scientist on the Winter Solstice program, teaching them science and how to conduct experiments)

Traveler!Sol (a Sol that was adopted by a multiverse traveler, who now has learned magic, gained tails and ears (long story), and travels the multiverse themself, now.) Extra HeroForge models

Shade!Sol (a Sol that died, got resurrected by a small, bloodthirsty young goddess, and now kills whomever their patron goddess tells them to.)

Wiped!Sol (a Sol that has been recaptured by HYDRA, and had their memory wiped by the memory suppression chair (again).)

Siblings!Sol (a Sol that fell through time, picked up their siblings and younger self, and brought them back to the present.)

Asset!Sol (a Sol that never truly left HYDRA…)

//Here’s a masterpost of my au Sols if you want to check them out (I added/changed some of their designs lol)

[winter-solstice-soldier]

Training, adapting, learning

Burns!Sol Intro Post

//Training with Tanya to defend themself (the woman declared they are no longer allowed to go on missions) with their blind and deaf spot.//

ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧

“Again.” Says the woman.

Sol ignores the sweat dripping down their back, the dirt that’s on them and their clothes from the times they’ve gotten knocked down, focusing on their surroundings. Deep inside a forest, nearby Tanya’s home.

They keep their eyes moving, straining their ears ear to hear any slight snapping of twigs or crunching of leaves.

(They don’t want to admit that it’s harder, with one eye and one ear lost to the explosion, to fully grasp their surroundings, to protect themself from threats. But they must… They’ve always been a terrible liar.)

They yelp when a small bb from a bb-gun smacks into their side, just under their ribs.

“Too slow.” Calls Tanya.

“Who is going to try to snipe me?” Snaps back Sol, glaring at her, now that she’s jumped from her perch and is approaching them.

“The people you’ve pissed off by destroying their labs, stealing files, freeing subjects…”

“Okay. I get it.” They mumble. They droop, shoulders slumping and head falling almost to their chest, staring at the forest floor at their feet.

They miss the pained look in Tanya’s eyes as the woman sees this. She reaches out to ruffle the kids hair, or gently rest her hand on their shoulder, but she retracts the hand before she does either.

“Let’s head back to the house.” She says instead. “We’ve been training for hours.”

Sol sighs, following her out of the forest.

⋆.˚ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ .⭒˚ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ .⭒˚ ⋆.˚ .

Later that night, they sneak out through the window of Tanya’s extra bedroom. Their bedroom now, they think. That’s what she had suggested, it seemed.

They quietly make their way through the grass, head on a near-constant swivel for danger. They had to make do with their limited senses.

They spend the night training, using the gun that has a muffler to practice their once near-perfect aim (they only hit their target about three times out of ten… pathetic).

They climb trees. This makes them realize that their right metal arm might be past salvaging… they’ll talk to Tanya about that later.

They spend this time keeping themself alert, listening to any sounds and looking towards anything noticeable in the forest.

They curse themself when it takes until they’re almost face to face with a stranger, having not noticed anything to suggest their presence. The stranger is deeper in the forest, it’s too dark for them to make out any distinct features. A potentially fatal mistake, as they scowl at the person. “Who’s there?” They call into the forest.

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[winter-solstice-soldier]

Sol Birthday Starters!

December 21st (on the nose, I know, but shhhh)

Prime!Sol

They show up because their heater in their safe houses broken. Birthdays will come up. Everest the dog is there for emotional support.

Burns!Sol

This is going to be more angsty than the others because it’s the Burns plot line. They don’t know why it should be important because they aren’t sure if they’re important. Sad little man.

Traveler!Sol

This is Sol avoiding thinking about their birthday. They’d never celebrated it before, so they don’t know what to do for it, or really why they should do it. They’re jumping around the multiverse to avoid thinking about it.

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[winter-solstice-soldier]

Burns!Sol - Birthday

There are two other birthday starters if you want; this one won’t be as fluffy as the others because it’s Burn Sol.//

Sol sighed, stretching as they woke up. Everything still hurt, even though the incident was weeks ago at this point. Their skin felt stiff where it was burned, partially because of how cold it was outside.

They gently ran a hand down their face, getting up from their bed - they used an actual bed now, instead of just sleeping on the couch or floor. Their body hurt too much not to. It was like the explosion was all it took for years and years of injuries to catch up with them - and making coffee.

They looked at the date on the calendar, surprised when they saw it read December 21st.

Right. Birthdays. They’d almost forgotten about the concept.

Growing up, it had never been something celebrated, it had never been anything except for whenever their mother would wake them up, snuggle with them for a little longer than usual, and tell them their new age.

They missed her.

She wouldn’t be someone they would feel like they were failing by not going on missions, by not hunting anyone anymore. They sighed, taking a drink of their bitter beverage.

They returned to the files they kept, going through them again. They would sometimes send anonymous tips to some vigilantes. They refused to be completely useless.

They were pulled out of these thoughts by a knock at the door.

“Hello?” They call, opening the door to their safehouse, after speeding to it the quickest they can with their new gait.

[winter-solstice-soldier]

“Burns” AU (Pt. 3)

“Hospital”

//pt. 1

cws: internalized ableism, medical setting, burn wounds, eye and ear wounds, sad little guy™, suicidal ideation (may come up), they are also a little woozy from pain medicine (what they say might be disjointed and not make sense)//

Sol woke up to beeping. Irritating. Beep beep beep. Went the machines. Over and over.

They might be sedated, but that was barely possible. They had an IV in their foot - their hands were metal, so that wasn’t surprising - and it seemed hooked up to multiple bags. There was a blood bag - would their blood even be compatible with normal human blood? - saline - obviously - and, oddly, multiple bags of painkillers.

They had a good pain threshold. They rarely needed painkillers, not that they would really work anyways.

They looked around the room, trying to gather their thoughts of how they got there - where even was there? …here…?

Oh. The explosion. They felt around the right side of their face with a cold metal hand. There felt like there was fabric over their eye, and that most of their face and body was bandaged. The skin on their right side registered the cool feeling of the hand, or even the pressure, but not as much as it should, with how sensitive touch usually felt to them. It itched, but they resisted scratching it. Making themself bleed after almost bleeding out - their memories were starting to come in again, thankfully. They didn’t like forgetting things - sounded like a very bad plan.

But that wasn’t to say they weren’t distressed. One ear felt like the hearing was damaged, and at this point they couldn’t lie to themself with the eye. It was probably already removed, since the damage was severe.

They ignored the tightness that came to their chest. They must be useless now. Useless, and broken, and scarred and ugly. Not that how attractive they were was really ever a priority.

But who would ever want them now? They weren’t useful - as far as their spiral told them - they weren’t charming or sociable. What did they even have, aside from trauma and only half of a face?

Sol has mastered the art of being silent and still during breakdowns, so any by-passer would only see a heavily burned and bandaged teenager staring at the wall in front of them, and assume it was only a little shell-shock.

And, to a degree, they were shell-shocked. Both definitions could fit, really.

They were physically shaking, unlike the usual stillness that came when they were thinking. It was more of a trembling, really.

They would never describe themself as such, but it was similar to how an angry chihuahua shakes, or some creature that shakes when scared.

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More PTSD added onto the pile//

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//Anyways-

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//Here’s a Burns!Sol idea that’s literally in my notes, lmao

They literally just trauma dump and don’t elaborate lmao. The most Sol behavior.//