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JUST NOTICED LAST NIGHT THAT BUCKY WAS ALSO ON A DRIP IN THE ENTIRE CHAIR SCENE

I know it’s a fucked up scene, I do, but that to me just is nOPE. What the fuck are they putting into his system on top of the mind wiping and the physical abuse and the conditioning.

queerboochananbarnes-deactivate

wait, what?

etharei

THE TUBE ON THE BACK OF HIS RIGHT HAND, IS THAT A DRIP?

wintercyan

Dr. Cyan calling in here, and yes, that is absolutely a peripheral IV cannula on his right hand. Watching the scene carefully you can see the IV stand on his right, with two infusion bags attached (sorry for the crappy images, maybe someone can grab a better screenshot if they have the DVD):

If you watch frame by frame, you can see that Bucky pops the connection tube off when he attacks the med tech; it dangles freely from the IV bag when the guards move to point their guns at him. In real life he’d probably have torn the cannula out of his hand entirely; it happens all the time with little old ladies in my ER so I was disappointed the directors didn’t draw on that particular body horror/’ouch’-factor here.

The infusion bags appear to be one 1,000 mL isotonic saline or D5W/D5NS (dextrose/glucose in a saline solution) for tissue rehydration, and one 500 mL isotonic saline, most likely a diluent for injectable/parenteral drug administration:

Which drug? Well, it could be any HYDRA concoction, but I’d put my money on the tried-and-true fallback of some benzodiazepine. BZDs/derivatives are anxiolytic (anxiety-reducing), hypnotic (sedative/sleep-inducing), anticonvulsant (good for when you’re electrocuting someone’s brain), amnestic (affecting memory), and myorelaxant (muscle-relaxing), a nice cocktail for working with the Winter Soldier - and hey! paradoxical BZD reactions include aggression and violence (such as attacking attending medical staff), and it may also cause anterograde amnesia as well as internalised feelings of turmoil, anxiety, depression, and loss of the ability to experience and/or express feelings. Plus, withdrawal can cause depression, depersonalisation, derealisation, hypersensitivity, psychosis, and suicidal ideation - sounds like a lot of Bucky-in-from-the-cold fanfics, am I right?

Seriously, writing this, I’m wondering where the withdrawal!Bucky fanfics are - the fics I’ve read all focus on his mental issues, but what about the physiological ones? I’d really like to read a fic about Bucky coming off whatever HYDRA pumped him full of - now that’d make for some neat hurt/comfort (and a lot of curling up on Steve’s bathroom floor shaking and puking his guts out).

(When I get my hands on a HD copy of the movie I’ll have a look at the rest of the medical setup in that scene. I’m especially interested in the screens behind the chair - maybe some more medical meta to be explored? Please send any screenshots my way if you have them!)

beiva-omata

@whatis2plus2 for when you get back to Project Vesna – important chair stuff

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Nat stood outside, a little ways down the hall. If it had been a real grenade, the structure would have kept most of the debris away from her at this location. Her eyebrows went up when she saw the Winter Soldier peek out and then duck back in again. When he emerged with one of the girls over his shoulder, she snorted lightly in amusement and went to help.

Two other girls walked off, holding their heads, and the redhead nodded to them— the closest thing to acknowledgement that anyone got from her— at least they had noticed. They still could have been killed in a real blast, but they’d at least figured out how to stay safer than the rest of them. The others… Natalia had no sympathy for losers. They didn’t take their training seriously enough, in her eyes, if they couldn’t notice something so simple. But she didn’t want the Winter Soldier carrying all the dead weight himself, especially when she’d offered to help because he’d come back hurt from a mission. So she pulled one of the girls into a fireman’s carry and carried her back to her bunk, throwing her on there without concern for how she landed. Then she went back and did it again, and again, until all the girls were removed from the training ground.

Finally, as the weapons were being cleaned up, she turned to the Winter Soldier. “I didn’t know they made grenades like that one. They were not in our training. Do you use them in the field as well?“

“I do.” Unlike Natalia, he had some care for the children, making sure they were all at least correctly oriented on their beds before he retreated to talk to his assistant of the day. Still, her look before leaving the room had been... unexpected.

Either she thought very highly of him or very lowly, to think he would have used a proper grenade in such a small space. Regardless, that she thought to ask now was satisfying, in its way. “Come, the scattered weaponry should be put aside as well.”

Then he headed back off to the room to see what had actually been ruined and what was perfectly fine. A quick glance told him that the girls had taken more harm than the weapons, at the very least.

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Immediately, two of the girls pulled back, falling out of their cadence, looking confused. Three more continued, but kept flicking their gaze over to where the Winter Solder was, which meant they worked slower, more methodically. Natalia, who had been watching the girls closely, and had practically leapt out of the way when the Winter Soldier interfered, immediately began to scan the room. Had he added something? Taken something away? Was he going to continue rolling in the way to get them to adapt to added motion and noise in the exercise? He wasn’t back in full form, and she would prefer if he didn’t, but it did provide a good distraction.

It was at the twenty second mark that she spotted the grenade. For another second, she just stared at it. What was the purpose of this? Had he been asked to kill them? Had they done something wrong? But he was still in the room, and there would be no need for him to draw this out if he wanted to. She looked over at him, completely indecipherable, and pulled her shoulders back. Without a word, she walked out of the room. If the other girls didn’t notice, honestly, they deserved to die. Whatever the hell the Winter Soldier was pulling right now, she didn’t know how to deal with it.

When the concussion grenade went off, he’d retreated back to the wall, noting who had paid attention and who hadn’t, who had adequately guarded their position in preparation for the force of it. Satisfied with those results, he quickly moved to see who was hurt, who had been caught up with the weapons being thrown into the air by the blast. None of them were dead, no, and those who were still awake were largely dazed, but that was fine.

Better dazed now than dead later. Once he ascertained that no one would bleed out from side effects of the weapons going flying, he moved out of the room, gaze scanning to see if Natalia had completely quit the area or had simply removed herself to the hall. Once that was settled, he went to collect the first of the unconscious children to remove them back to their sleep areas for the night.

Sometimes, the hard lessons were the most important ones.

#artificiallyimplantedmemories #w: natasha romanov #u: children and memory #[[He's just sighing at them really]]

sebastianstaan

Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)

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buckykingofmemes

howling commando? white wolf? im starting to think ive been a werewolf for 70 years and everyone’s too polite to tell me

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Natalia cursed internally that she hadn’t thought to do that, but she’d been more concerned with their promptness and not being perceived as dilly-dallying. It wasn’t that she didn’t have patience, she just didn’t want to disappoint the Winter Soldier. She tried too hard, really, and that could be her downfall if she wasn’t careful.

Her gaze flicked from one weapon to another, and there was only one that she had to tell a girl to replace. Once everyone had something unique, she lined them up along the length of the room, facing the targets, and let them begin. “Keep count! Continue until the last person had landed twenty hits in the center of the bullseye, and then trade to the next weapon.”

After a while, the girls got into a rhythm, one that said ‘I figured out how to do this and can keep going with focus without fail.’ That was good. That was useful. But it was also a problem. Pushing away from the wall he’d been resting on for the better part of the last hour, he reached down and disengaged one of the weapons at his waist, the fingers of his left hand easily setting the device with a soft snicht as he twisted it into place. Crouching, he then rolled the ball out in front of the girls and backed toward the wall again, focused on how they would react to the new... addition to their training.

They would have exactly one minute to notice and escape the blast radius of the concussion grenade or be knocked unconscious. After all, situational awareness was important.

#artificiallyimplantedmemories #w: natasha romanov #u: children and memory

end-o-the-line

The Winter Soldier’s Arsenal

Oh boy. I’ve been saving this one because the sheer number of things Bucky has used to kill people overwhelmed me, tbh. It’s going to be … a ride. Here we go.

Yeah. So first of all, The Winter Soldier undoubtedly comes prepared to kick your ass. He’s not going to find himself without a weapon. The thing is, even if he does somehow blaze through the frankly astonishing amount of accoutrements he arrays on his person, he’s still not going to find himself without something that will kill you. Even if his arm is put out of service (or blown off, RIGHT TONY) he’s not going to be without something that will kill you.

Keep reading

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For one brilliant moment, she felt like she’d absolutely burst with pride and happiness, but the radiant smile flickered off her face and back to neutral almost before it had been actualized. She was simply doing what was asked of her, and that’s how it should be. This shouldn’t have been about personal pride, or reward, or anything else.

With a “Yes sir,” she headed back down the hall to the room that housed the twenty-eight of them. She knocked twice, despite it being unnecessary, because some of the girls were antsy about people coming in unnanounced, even if it was one of their own.

“The Winter Soldier has asked for us. Bring one weapon of your choice,” she said, voice stern and clear, “immediately.” The girls scrambled to obey, and Natalia led the way back to where the Soldier was waiting. “Today,” she told them, “we will work on a variety of things. Whichever weapon you brought, you will first throw at the target, then spar with. Then we will trade weapons and repeat the exercise, until everyone has used someone else’s primary choice.” She looked to her mentor for approval.

He stared back at her with hooded eyes, body posture giving away nothing where he was leaning along the wall. After a long moment, he looked over the girls, gaze lingering here and there. Finally, that gaze returned to Natalia and he inclined his head slightly. “Make sure none of them have duplicates.”

It was the closest to approval he’d voice, but it was a sound start for the girl. It would lay a foundation he could work from after he had time to rest.

#artificiallyimplantedmemories #w: natasha romanov #u: children and memory

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[ Nat in the thread w/ @wintertravesty rn: AHHH I GET TO DO THE THING! I WANNA DANCE AROUND! I WANNA– I need to be dignified. Shit. Come on, I wanna BOUNCE OFF THE WALLS PLEASE HE’S LETTING ME TEEEEEEACHHHHH Me: little Nat, you’re gonna die if you do that. they will kill you Nat: I know. I hate my life. ]

#[[this is the most adorable thing]]#artificiallyimplantedmemories

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Natalia nodded, understanding his displeasure. She hated when he treated her like a little kid, but he brought up a valid point. She wasn’t looking at the big picture, at what his intention was, rather than simply the exercise. It made sense.

“Yes sir. I need to learn to be flexible and use whatever is at hand. I need to utilize anything in any situation, whether it is normally a weapon or not, and I need to know what properties of different potential weapons would make them useful in those situations.”

Part of her thrilled at this. She had more studying to do, and much more practice to get in. Perhaps she should look into more household objects that might be easily accessible when she was out on a mission and repurposed for the sake of attacking or defending herself. She smiled slightly. “I look forward to exploring this.”

He examined her for a long, considering moment, then inclined his head, clearly satisfied by the answer she’d presented him with now. He let his hand pull aside and drop beside him, looking back over the training area with critical eyes. Satisfied that things were as cleanly arranged as they could be, he looked back to her, gaze flicking over her.

“You will find a way to make the other girls understand this with the exercise without making it obvious that this is the intent, understood? I wish to see how you fare when you are limited in your tutoring of your peers.” He inclined his head toward the door. “Go. Fetch the others.”

#artificiallyimplantedmemories #w: natasha romanov #u: children and memory

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Natasha didn’t scowl, not when it could get her punished– even by her mentor, the person to whom she was closest within the facility, if not by others. Disrespect simply wasn’t tolerated. Still, the lack of any praise at all set her teeth on edge, and she reminded herself that she was lucky to be in his favor at all… if she was in his favor to start with. It was hard to tell.

Shit. Where was she?

She took a deep breath to calm her mind before replying. “I forgot that you don’t expect me to play it safe, my apologies. Obviously I have little practice repurposing long blade weapons. My angles were off on three of the blades, and while they stuck, it was more from force than finesse. I have never tried throwing a cutlass before and found it extremely unwieldy, which I would have done better with if I had more practice.”

It’s not enough. It’s never enough. But it has to be or he’ll hurt himself teaching us again. I can’t let that happen. I have to be better.

“If I’m to teach them, I need to be able to identify the weight distributions and which weapons require which holds to keep them aligned with the target, so that they can learn as efficiently as possible.” And then, with determination, “I’ll practice. I’ll get better tonight! Please let me do it.”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared down at her, letting the silence draw out deliberately as he observed the girl. She was smart, observant, but far too eager. That would do her harm in the future, and should truly not be encouraged. However, there was also use in bringing her attention to it, in its way.

“In part. You will train, of this I have no doubt, but you must keep in mind that you are being trained to be more than a blunt weapon. You are to be death and grace that one does not see coming, are you not?” His gaze was stern, intent. “You must be ready to use weapons that are not meant to be weapons in the most efficient way for the situations you will find yourself in, often without choice in what those weapons are due to your cover.”

He gave her forehead another hard tap, knowing she didn’t like it and using it to punctuate his point. “You needed to do this exercise in this manner to show you how quickly you can compensate for such a thing. Learn, but do not assume that the lesson is about the weapons themselves. It is about how to compensate in the moment. Do you understand?”

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unimpressedbypolitics

Missed Connection

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Steve was cautiously optimistic, but that was nothing new. It felt like his entire life since the Triskelion fell was some form of optimism, tempered either by Natasha’s blunt realism or Sam’s cautious warnings. This time, however, was different, he could feel it in his gut, and his ma had always told him to trust it.

So here he was, outside of a run down apartment, Sam on a nearby roof keeping watch, and nervous as all hell that this was going to be another disappointment. Granted, this position came not from old HYDRA intel, or spotty camera matches found by JARVIS (since he finally came to his senses and asked Tony for assistance) but instead by a series of clues, left in a similar but still dissonant, way that Bucky used to leave clues for him before the war.

With a deep breath to brace himself, he forced the door open, absolutely shocked at the situation he found his best friend in. For a moment, he was overcome with a righteous anger, the kind he hadn’t really felt since 1943, before he pushed it into a corner to be dealt with later. “Who did this to you?” He asked through gritted teeth.

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He stared back at the man who was his best friend in another life, and who had very little to do with the one he’d led for a very long time, and quelled the part of him that was having a panicking fit. He didn’t need to listen to James just yet, not when the other side of himself had been outmaneuvered neatly enough that he didn’t need to worry about it just yet. Though, he should probably begin as he planned to go on...

So he retreated, letting the panic and personality of James spill over and out, while refusing to be dragged back to the forefront at all.

Suffice to say, James wasn’t thrilled about this, and let out a shaky breath as he gave a jerk at the bindings that Brat had maneuvered them into... but no, he was stuck. And he frankly had no idea how Steve would take the notion of him being literally of two minds, so he couldn’t very well say ‘the other me did it’ now could he?

So, licking his lips and trying to calm himself at least a little, James rasped an answer. “It was me.”

#unimpressedbypolitics #w: Steve Rogers #u: missed connection

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Peter made a small sound of agreement. This would make things difficult. Not impossible just difficult. “So Natasha does her thing, we do other things. Just have to complement each other.”

The how a bit more difficult to figure out. “I stil want to work with him in his workshop. Making a suit so I can go out too and do things. Don’t want to be left behind again but.” Peter made a face, trying to figure out how to put it. “Don’t want to annoy Tony just don’t want to leave him alone. Worried.”

“He likes your company and the distraction from his thoughts would be very well timed.” It was a murmur, and he gave a slow shake of his head, pressing his lips together in a downright blatant show of displeasure. “James and I shall ensure that Steve is distracted adequately from Tony while he recovers.”

He enjoyed Steve, he was a friend, but he’d crossed lines, and that couldn’t be just put up with. If he didn’t deal with the damage, it would spread and nobody could afford that.

#xwebxslingerx #w: Peter Parker #u: tattling

xwebxslingerx

Double Trouble?

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xwebxslingerx:

“Yeah I can see him having trouble with that. Tony was all about giving me choices. Granted I pretty much followed him around at first because I was afraid of what might happen if I couldn’t see what is going on.” That first week both sharp edged and fuzzy with anxiety.

“Sometimes people mean security not places.” He leaned towards Brat. “Sounds like Natalia helped you with that.”

“She did, though James usually kept out of sight, at first.” He shook his head slightly. “He didn’t know how to deal with her as his child and trainee, and that meant I had to learn to interact with her in a state that was in flux. It was not the most pleasant first few months especially given these parameters.”

He spread his hands, though his gaze flicked to the one that he had barely any memories of, his own that is, without it being metal. It was... disconcerting.

#xwebxslingerx #w: Peter Parker #u: double trouble