#whump john walker

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In Brazil, there's a song that goes, "The angel's voice whispered in my ear..." In my case, I'm pretty sure that angel is the angel of chaos and destruction.

Actually, I made Yelena and Bob edits in the same style, too.

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Could I get Sold + John Walker?

Yes absolutely. But he’s not written as very sympathetic in this. Spoilers for TFatWS.

trigger warnings: captivity, collars, psychosis/mental health

“You can’t do this!” John tries to rip off the collar chaining him to the wall, but it holds fast. “I’m a super soldier!”

Next to him, Bucky is hunkered down and wrathful. “They know, John. That’s why we’re here.”

A rush of chemical anger surges through John. He lashes out at Bucky, throwing his whole weight at him. Bucky doesn’t flinch.

The collar stops John short. His head and body whip forward, but he’s caught by the neck. The metal cuts into his trachea savagely. He is left spluttering and gasping.

He hears laughter, assumes its from Bucky, but when his head whips up, Bucky’s mouth is a hard line of displeasure. His head is lowered, attention on the filthy concrete.

There is no laughter. John is losing his grip on reality.

“They drugged me,” John rasps. His trachea feels bruised.

Bucky shakes his head. He tries to lower himself to sitting, but the chain connecting his collar to the wall isn’t long enough. Instead he must lean against the wall, looking haggard. Weak. John hates weak men.

But Bucky doesn’t sound weak when he says, “They don’t need to.”

“Are you calling me crazy?”

Something in John’s tone must startle Bucky, because he finally finally actually looks at John. When he does, John can’t remember why he was ever so desperate for Bucky’s attention. 

Bucky’s eyes are cold and hard with true hatred. Bucky hates John,

And John doesn’t know how to pull himself out of holes; he only knows how to dig himself deeper.

“Because I’m not,” he spits and his saliva sails directly towards Bucky, landing at his bare feet. “I’m not a psychopath. I’m not like you.”

Bucky lunges forward then, but only a step. Only enough to rattle the chains and John--like an idiot--staggers backwards.

Bucky huffs. Nods. That’s all he wanted from him.

“Take care of yourself, John,” Bucky says, and nothing else. After that, he won’t even acknowledge John.

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hello! I don't quite know how your request system works but your john + bucky (captured?) AU gives me life and I would love to see more

I'm enjoying it too! You can always make a request for follow ups (or really anything else that suits you).

Others have asked for Bucky in a car trunk. So we're adding that into the mix.

They're sold as a set. John can picture the doll box with the plastic window showing Captain America and his sidekick Bucky Barnes.

"What are you laughing about?" Bucky grouses.

They're shoulder to shoulder. Packed tight into the back of a trunk. John can feel each time Bucky so much as breathes.

"Nothing," John says.

Bucky shrugs. He doesn't care.

There's a terrible smell percolating between them, but John can no longer discern his body odor from Bucky's. He wonders, vaguely, if Steve Rogers was ever this intimate with Bucky. If he ever lost track of his scent in Bucky's.

John tries to shift, but only succeeds in half-sitting in Bucky's lap. Bucky adjusts his thigh, kicking John off himself.

At least they're no longer tied together by razor wire.

"Where do you think we're headed?"

"The buyer was Madripoorian," Bucky says darkly. "So we're probably on our way to a shipping dock."

John tries to remember their buyer's face, but the auction was a chaos of faces and numbers and languages.

"How do you know?"

"He spoke Malay. And he had gang tattoos specific to Madripoor." Bucky sighs, shifting again. Now he's mostly in John's lap, but John doesn't push him off.

"What's in Madripoor?" It pains John to ask this. To ask all these questions. Makes him feel small and vulnerable.

Steve Rogers would know. Steve Rogers would have escaped by now. Would have rescued Bucky. Wiped that irritable expression right off his face.

Bucky doesn't respond.

Rage flares in John at his silence. He wouldn't ignore Steve Rogers, would he? He wouldn't. He wouldn't dare. No one ignores Captain America. No one would dare. They--

"Calm down, John," Bucky says with a sigh.

John didn't realize he was huffing through his nose until just now. He focuses on calming himself. Steve Rogers would remain calm.

"I don't know why they're taking us to Madripoor." He shifts slightly. His metal arm flexes. "But I can guess."

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OMG ITS BEEN TWO YEARS?? I think I've gone thru at least 3 usernames in the past two years. Wild.

Can a guy get 13 and 2 for John Walker? If your muse is interested?

I KNOW RIGHT? Glad we’ve been together thru all your usernames.

sensory overload + forced nudity for John Walker. I’ve been dying to sink my teeth into him again.

trigger warnings: captivity, mental health, drowning, sensory deprivation

Being naked is worse in the dark.

He’s floating in a sensory deprivation tank, enclosed in darkness and total silence. Rehashing all his mistakes. Lemar’s lifeless face flashing inside his eyelids. On occasion, his muscles will all clench at once--as if trying to remind John that his body is there. That he has a body. 

It hurts every time.

He is in the middle of one of these muscle spasms when it happens.

Music. Loud and abrupt. Screaming into his ears and ripping through the soft tissue of his brain.

Who's strong and brave, here to save the American Way?

John thrashes, knocking his elbows and knees against the edges of the tank. The echo reverberates through the tank, lighting his very skin on fire with noise. He’s totally submerged, nose and esophagus fill with salt water, but the music is just as loud.

Who vows to fight like a man for what's right night and day?

It seems to come from nowhere. From everywhere. From inside his skull.

Who will campaign door-to-door for America?

John grasps his ears. Tries to scream over the noise. It’s too much. Too much noise after so much quiet. He’s like a nerve, scraped raw.

Carry the flag shore to shore for America?

Lemar’s face emerges from the darkness. He reaches for the image and it vanishes.

The Star Spangled Man with a Plan!