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By Choice or By Habit by Sholio
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
08 May 2014
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He is useful. He holds onto that. He is useful and a useful tool will not be thrown away. (For illumynare's request: How about something with Bucky realizing the Avengers actually think of him as a person? And off I went to the utterly shameless h/c place.)
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18 Oct 2016
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The Avengers go out in the field and when they go, the asset goes with them, because that is what he is for.
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He doesn't really think of himself as the asset anymore. Much. He is James Buchanan Barnes; he has to tell himself this often at first, and sometimes it fits and sometimes it doesn't, but eventually the days it fits are more frequent than the days when the name slides off his mind like white noise. It takes him awhile to realize, and still longer to believe, that he can ask other people to call him a certain name and have that choice respected.
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Bucky doesn't handle being arrested that well. But he doesn't resist, doesn't run. He waits...for Sam.
Written for Day 2 of Febuwhump 2024: Solitary Confinement.
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“Have to go to central,” the officer who had recognized the two of them replied, glancing back at Bucky. “Only place that can secure people like you.”
Bucky simply nodded in response, his gaze shifting back down at the cuffs surrounding his wrists. It would take him less than two seconds to snap them, another thirty seconds maybe to disable the two officers and take over the vehicle. But then he’d be on the run again. And Sam…instead of angry, Sam would be disappointed. And that was a hell of a lot worse.
So Bucky waited.
He waited until they arrived at the station, reminding himself to breathe and release tension as the younger female officer moved his hands about for fingerprinting, and then again letting her position him for yet another photo, the metal arm causing a weird reflection in most shots.
Bucky initially froze at the strip search, having to remind himself once again that he should wait, as he methodically removed his clothes one step at a time, his right arm only trembling once before remembering how to turn his mind off, letting himself drift off as another person ran their hands over his body.
They asked many times if they could remove the arm, Bucky shaking his head firmly no every time. If there was a way to detach his arm, he didn’t know it. And he wasn’t going to let anyone poke around at it.
They left it well enough alone until he was processed, and then the basic metal cuffs on his wrists were exchanged for reinforced vibranium cuffs, about two inches in thickness, and matching ones around his ankles, with barely enough space to shuffle around.
Then he was placed, alone of course, in a cell, reinforced with some energy barrier similar to what they had at the raft. He rolled his eyes at the STARK logo in the top right corner. Damn Tony.
Shuffling over to the far corner, Bucky sat down, looking out at the flickering blue light. Finally no one was telling him what to do, or touching him without his permission, but instead of being relieved, Bucky felt almost…numb.