#erasedghost

[toskavechnyy]

@erasedghost || cont. from here

Lana didn’t dare move her eyes from him, concern still the paramount of her emotions. Whether or not he was actually okay mentally continued to be the question replaying in her mind, and even as he repeated the words, she thought they wouldn’t be enough. At his question, though, she glanced around at the rest of the room, finally taking in the scenery. Climbing off of him to sit down, a soft sigh fell from her lips. “You won in a fight against your furniture--” For a brief moment, she hoped the humor would help, but then she realized how insensitive it actually sounded.

“You had a nightmare. Or a flashback. Or something that seemed to be real. I don’t know what or who you saw, but you were going to hurt yourself if you kept going.” Studying his reaction, she wasn’t sure what else to tell him. “Do you feel alright?”

[toskavechnyy]

@erasedghost || cont. from here

It took her a moment before she had the courage to move her gaze from his face and see what kind of damage she had done. Shattered glasses, broken desks and bookcases-- and did that used to be a couch? But she couldn’t see much blood within the turmoil of the room, which was somewhat reassuring. Eyes traveling up to her own hands, realizing only briefly that she was still pinned down, she had no idea if the red stain was her own or someone else’s.

Finally, she glances back at Bucky, teeth pressing hard on her bottom lip as she willed back any tears that would threaten to fall. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His questions didn’t register in her mind, ears still ringing from being slammed to the ground. “I didn’t mean to do this.”

[toskavechnyy]

wake up

@erasedghost || meme

She was fairly certain it was the smell– the room was too clean, reeking of disinfectant and metal. The same scent that constantly berated her nostrils when HYDRA was her primary caretaker. When free will was a foreign phrase. It was like she was right back there, and she panicked. She had to get out, no matter who got hurt or what got destroyed. Which led to someone knocking her off guard and pinning her down, a yell of protest flooding out any other sounds. 

Yet she knew the grip– no tech or normal agent could keep her down without some use of a weapon. And she also knew she wasn’t being cuffed and dragged to be wiped; she wasn’t moving at all. Wide eyes finally focusing on the person on top of her, Lana tried to steady her breathing, realizing she wasn’t in danger. “What did I do?” 

[zimoivolk]

A Long Reprieve

There were no bars here.

No reinforced gates. The ceiling wasn’t rigged with gases of sedation, nor were there any containment switches on the walls that an operative could leap to when in fear of termination.

There were no operatives, not even a superior. Only his father held current dominion over him, though Volke knew better than to think that such would forever be the case.

Knew better than to imagine that he would not again know the taste of rubber despair as a gag was forced between his teeth, electric blue ache a moment from-.

Volke shivered, and brought a knee against his chest to rest his forehead against, tucked as deeply into this corner of the kitchen as he could be. No more could he watch his father, but he hardly needed to, just the knowledge of his presence enough to slightly buffer the fright that surged near constantly in his blood and bone.

[kingxfmischief]

"I will never submit again."

“I would not be so sure about that,” Loki snarled as he closed the distance between the two of them.

[thebetrayedqueen-blog]

erasedghost | continued from here

“It’s more... I don’t think I’ve ever been free until a short time ago. Not in anyway that mattered.”

[dalggina]

{ erasedghost continued from here }

“Thank god. I didn’t want to spend another minute here.”

Already Tony was up and heading out the door as he practically flung the extra papers and fliers he was handed-- along with the occasional magazine that was talking shit about him.

Once outside, the brunette called upon one of his cars-- already sent thanks to F.R.I.D.A.Y.-- and promptly opened the passenger seat before gesturing for the soldier to get in.

[dalggina]

{ erasedghost continued from here }

“Shit, shit, shit!”

The brunette ran-- and when he ran, he really ran. As in the most Tony Stark would ever run since his life is on the goddamn line. He knew he was no match for a goddamn super soldier, but then again he could try...right?