So that muzzling fic y’all wanted? It’s finally up a week late sorry college prep is eating my life and on AO3.
Muzzled Memory
Summary:
He doesn't know why he's here.
The Solider doesn't know why he's drawn to the broken, run down tenement building, or why frail, trembling blond he has pinned to the living room wall, stirs something aching, and desperate inside him. It stirred a shiver deep in his bones, and dragged the aborted memories of tender nights spent under the smoggy city lights to the surface of his mind. It dredged up thoughts of kissing soft pink lips, and whispering endearments into pale gold hair.
But his voice brought memories that tore wounds in the Assets mind- that brought pain, and confusion, and fear- like broken glass being ground into his skin.
It was too much. It was too much-
So the Soldier takes off the mask, and puts it on Steve.
I’m tagging hellisbucky, doodleswiththoughts, blueandorange, faun-songs, tor-schluss-panik, ofstrangeshadows, buckmerogers and anyone else who showed an interest including the anons who messaged me about it. Also I would give my firstborn child to anyone who would draw WS!Bucky fucking Skinny!Steve with the muzzle on.








