A Keith/Shiro fanfic inspired by an anon on @whump-me-all-night-long ‘s blog.
After searching for three years, Shiro finally finds Keith: chained up in the basement of his twin’s house. Now he’s finally got his best friend back, but does he really? Keith is different, absent, and when he looks at Shiro, all he sees is the face of his brother.
Past abuse, past noncon, fucky headspace, maladaptive coping mechanisms, whump aftermath
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Characters: Reader/MC, Brother/Original Male Character
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1235
Warnings: Drugged character, kidnapped, waking up after being drugged, fighting
Author’s Notes: I’ve changed up the formatting on all future chapters, as well as switched to a dedicated writing blog. Previously posted on @marquis1305 Thank you so much for putting up with my mess while I figured this out. I will be posting a short summary of the chapter separately for those who have squicks about topics faced in this chapter.
Summary:
You wake up in the last place you expected, but on the bright side, at least there is one friendly face waiting for you.
Chapter 12: The Waking
The last thing you remembered was craving blueberries. Though the dryness of your mouth indicated that you probably never got the chance to eat them.
Damn.
A cough sputters out in your throat, catching and spasming as your body tried to make up for the lack of saliva. Brow furrowing at your hyper-awareness of your mouth. You should probably try to figure out why you hadn’t woken for a glass of water hours ago. You should also probably stop broadcasting your thoughts step by step.
Shit.
Managing to stop the coughing, you attempt to open your eyes. Only to snap them shut once more. Too bright. Too shiny. Why were things shiny, things should not be allowed to be that shiny. You would have to talk to Tony or Steve or someone about making a law.
Tony.
Steve.
Bucky!
The thoughts ringing through your head as you bolted upright. Trying to ignore the way your head felt like it was swimming through sludge. Eyes opening past the shining blare of lights… Surgical lights. Furrowing your brow further as you looked down, taking in the hospital gown. You hadn’t been wearing that before.
Were your hands always this tingly? Lifting up your palms to stare at them. Trying to blink past the sensations that threatened to overtake you.
Gritting your teeth as you turned on the metal bed.
Another thing to make illegal, you swore softly to yourself. Taking in the paperthin blanket that had been draped over you, and a pillow that felt like it might have been made of cardboard. The sudden urge to push it off the bed overwhelming. Giggling as it hit the floor. “Good. Stupid good for nothering pill… nothering? Not a thing? Nothing… That!” Then huffing a sigh. Great. Drugged. Definitely drugged. This is what drugs felt like.
Wasn’t it?
Kostya would be so pissed with you.
The thought of your brother brought you back to your dilemma once more. Turning your gaze about the room. Just a plain old hospital room. Or lab room. A something made for checking you out room. Creepy.
What was this, frankenstein?
Rolling your eyes before grunting as you pushed off the bed. Swaying in place for a moment before nodding.
Then immediately falling on your ass as you tried to take a single step. “Right. Do not operate heavy machinery. That would be a thing.” Your gaze moving once more over the room, stopping on the mirror on the far wall. Head tilting as you considered it. “Helloooo? Creepy doctor types? Look, whatever you gave me, it’s doing me a woozy, so ah, help? Ya know, not the type of help that comes with more needles… but…” Waving a hand over yourself.
Natasha would throttle you, you knew it. Somewhere in the back of your head. Asking for help from the people who people jacked… kidnapped? Is it kidnapping when you aren’t a kid anymore? Who came up with these words?
The door opening drew you from your thoughts once more. “Ah good, people with white coats. Very doctor looking. I seem to have been misplaced. You see, I was out for blueberries, and instead I got jabbed with a needle like thing.” Tutting disapprovingly at them. Even as they hooked their arms under yours and lifted you up.
You grinned brightly before lifting up both your arms and then slammed them back down. Hearing two consecutive cracks. One of them grunting as they let you fall, which gave you some sort of leverage on the one struggling to still hold you. Grabbing their hand and twisting back the way Natasha had shown you. Waiting until their grip slipped before jabbing your elbow back into their face. Then scrambling forward on hands and knees.
You could do the running thing when everything stopped spinning. Right now, you were just happy that your body had listened to you at all. Kicking back as the first scientist doctor thing tried to grab your elbow. Their nose giving a rather satisfying crunch.
Making your way through the door only to take note of several pairs of very shiny shoes. “Someone hasn’t forgotten to spit shine.” Wincing internally as you looked up.
You’re pretty sure that your mouth dropped open. “Father?”
No, this had to be a hallucination. It couldn’t be.
He was dead. He should be dead. So much dead.
And it was then that you noticed the second person standing behind him. “Little sister, always making trouble for me. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. Ketamine has a hell of a hangover.” A bright grin crossing your brother’s face as he leaned down to scoop you up into his arms. Curling you to his chest. “Good to know that you recognize our father, even when high off your ass, Katarina.”
“Right, because that’s the thing that’s good…”
“What can I say, you’ve always made me proud.” Your brother chuckled softly. Stepping over the fallen lab people without giving them a single thought. He always had been the more focused of you two. Moving to gently set you back on the bed. “Sorry for the poor accommodations, daddy dearest insisted on keeping you in observation until you woke up. Can never be too safe with us enhanced types after all.”
You frowned at that, then cocked back your fist and punched his shoulder as hard as you could.
Which barely glanced off him.
“Kostya what the fuck!”
“Ow! Hey! That hurt, sis.” He pouted sharply, rubbing at his shoulder before glancing over his shoulder. “Come on, you need rest. Then we can talk. All of us.” Nodding to the man coming to step up behind him. A man that shared way too many features with you both to make you comfortable.
“Solnyshka, it has been too long since last I saw you.” The crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he smiled made you wonder if that is what Kostya would look like when he was older, if he would inherit the streaks of silver at his temples.
“I’m still maintaining that you’re dead.” You crossed your arms stubbornly. Glaring at the man who was forefront in most of your nightmares. Who always called down the flashes of silver steel that meant pain.
“That would be the ketamine. That sense of almost being in a dream. I apologize, they were not certain if you required the same dose that my son did. It appears they overdid it just a touch.” He chuckled, gaze glinting with some sort of twisted mirth.
Nikolai, that was his name.
Monster was more suiting.
Father was what he had always demanded you both call him.
“You think? I’m loopier than a toucan craving fruit over here. I’d really like it if the lights stopped trying to burn out my eyes.” Waving a hand towards them. “Also, clothing. Cause… It’s weird being in barely anything. Just saying.”
“You always did have a sense of humor, my little sunshine. Always so bright. So clever. We shall have them bring you something to wear, and to turn down the lights. But your brother is right, you require more rest first.”
You nodded, looking back to Kostya before putting on your prettiest smile. “Of course.” Turning on your side and slowly laying back down. Gaze shifting between them both.
Shit. This was worse than you had thought it was going to be…
