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orphicpath · 3 years

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This had been his idea, but now James was regretting it.

As he slowly walks through the hallway of the old Hydra lab he could feel his skin crawling. The smell, the feeling of the bricks under his flesh fingers, the cold. They were like hooks, pulling at the deepest recesses of his mind, trying to drag forward the memories he wished would just go away... James let out a slow shaking breath. He’d be out of there soon, he was just leading a team through the building so they could get any information on Hydra and their experiments.

Just a few more minutes...

Bucky takes another deep breath and walks into one of the rooms. His stomach turns, his body freezes despite the sudden rush of cold adrenaline. In the middle of the floor was a horrifyingly familiar machine; the one used to painfully wipe his mind. He could suddenly taste the rubber of the mouth guard and feel the restraints tightening on his arm and wrist.. He could hear himself screaming in pain.

James doesn’t remember walking over to the machine but the next moment of clarity he had seized one of the machines arms. He stared at it a moment, saw the nodes that were used to fry his mind in the concave dome.. He rips the arm clean off the machine, throwing it full force against the wall. The next few minutes are a symphony of crashes, the scraping of metal on metal and breaking glass. When it was all over, James found himself sitting on the floor in front of the now destroyed Memory Suppressing Machine. His whole body was shaking and he covered his mouth to muffle his sobs.

This had been a BAD idea.

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amintyworld · 3 years

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Tommy's gaze stayed on his sword as he answered, "have you gotten a reply at all?"

Wilbur took another bite, pausing to eat before he spoke. "of course I have, it's dad. it wouldn't be like him to not reply, Tommy."

The teen shrugged, uncharacteristically silent as he continued on with his task, only causing worry for Wilbur.

As the curly brown haired man stood from his spot, the sandwich now finished as she walked over to his brother. "Tommy are ok, mate?"

Tommy nodded his head, "nothing that would concern you. have you drank any water yet?"

"Tommy don't try to change the subject, what's wrong?" Wilbur demanded with a soft yet stern voice. "talk to me."

- anarchy

"Just... stupid shit." Tommy shrugged. "There, now you know." He reached over into is enderchest and brought out a corked water bottle. "Can you drink this now?" Wilbur looked at the water bottle, then to Tommy, who gave him a look and pushed it into his hands.

His younger brother was just about to pick up his sword again but Wilbur let the water bottle fall into the bed, still corked, and grabbed Tommy's hands. "Tommy... Toms, please..."

Toms. Wilbur hadn't called him that in a while.

It was almost as if they weren't living in a burrow dug into a mountain, that they had blankets, water, food... that there wasn't anyone who wanted them dead. It was like when they were younger and Tommy woke up crying from a nightmare, and Wilbur would rush in to hold him, to comfort him and tell him it was going to be okay, that it was all just a dream after all. Tommy's throat became dry looking to his brother now. "I...I just wasn't expecting for Dad to want to help, not after... not after I left." He swallowed, trying to rid himself of the uncomfortable knot in his throat

"Tommy, what do you-?"

"I left first... remember?" Tommy looked down at the bed, recalling it all. "I ran away. You came to find me, that's how we ended up here."

Wilbur remembered the night Tommy left. It had been tense at dinner. He'd just returned home from his two-week trip around the towns, fighting monsters and collecting loot. He'd gotten gifts for everyone, making everyone's faces light up... except Tommy's.

Phil tried to lighten the mood until Tommy had brought up the dreaded topic. The topic they'd been talking about for two weeks. "So, when can I go on my own adventure?"

Wilbur had never seen his father so angry, yet so... calm. "Tommy, I thought we discussed this."

"You did. I wasn't done."

"We can talk after dinner-"

Tommy slammed his hands on the table, making even Technoblade jump at the sound, eyes wide at what his younger brother just did. "Like hell we will! You won't fucking listen to me!"

"That's ENOUGH, Tommy. Don't slam the table." His father's eyes glared up at the teenager, a warning. For a moment, the room was deadly quiet. But only a moment.

"Why can't I go out alone?! I'm strong, I've been training with Techno and I know how to start a fire."

"How many times do I have to tell you you need more than that?!" Phil shouted, slamming his drink down on the table.

"You let Techno go on trips when he knew less! Wilbur too!"

"You're not ready, end of story."

Tommy had looked around the table, Techno avoiding his gaze. He'd looked at him. "Do you think I'm ready, Wilbur?" Quickly, his father's eyes shot over to him.

Tommy had more spirit than any of them, that was for sure. But... he lacked a few skills. His face had fell to the table. "Tommy, I-"

"None of you... you don't believe in me."

Silence. Phil's anger melted into empathy. "Tommy..."

"NO!" Tommy yelled. "Don't. Don't you fucking dare start. You don't believe in me fine. I don't need you."

In the morning, he was gone.

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