memories are what make us who we are

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who: Bucky and OPEN
what: Memory sharing event (within dreams)
when: October 9th - 23rd
where: Inside dreams
warnings: Torture, forced memory loss, gore, violence, Nazis.

note: I'll be doing a new dream memory for everyone that tags in, if there are specific subjects you would like to avoid then please note them in your tag/subject line and I'll make sure to tailor the dream accordingly. This can also be used for Bucky to view return dream memories. Open to new and old CR, and you don't need to plot with me first; but if you'd prefer to then I can be reached on plurk at bibbety

[Bucky tries not to sleep too often even when there aren't oddities happening when he closes his eyes, but even he can't stay awake forever. He's only human, after all, the serum doesn't change that much about him.

But when he closes his eyes and drifts off, he's not expecting to be standing as an observer of his dream, like it's an incredibly realistic movie, and he's certainly not expecting someone to be stood beside him looking on.]

You're not supposed to be here.

[Depending how late in the event it is, and how many people he's seen in his dreams already, that statement ranges from confusion to tight irritation in tone.]

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[She's not the only one reaching for the man on the side of the train, the one dressed in a multicoloured costume is hurriedly clambering out there as well with desperation on his face.]

Thanks.

[Bucky murmurs it with surprise, he hadn't expected this stranger to instinctively try to rescue him.]

But he's going to fall no matter what.

[redtailedhawke]

[ Of course he is. It's clear now that the similarities between the young man fighting and the one speaking to her aren't because they're brothers, but because they're the same, and with that in mind it's clear how the scene is going to unfold.

Out of respect, Hawke looks away. She shouldn't be here, watching this. It's not right. It's no more right than strangers watching her father's death, her brother's death. This is not for her. ]

... What are they holding? In their hands.

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What are you talking about? The guns?

[That's kind of her, it means that she won't have to witness the rail giving way and Steve crying. It's only a split second image of the tears, all Bucky can remember because it's all he saw as he fell, but it still cuts him right to the quick. Steve never cried.

All of a sudden they're both stood at the bottom of the ravine.

The other Bucky is still falling, he hits the cliff-face on the way down and a sharp rock slices his left arm clean off. He comes to a rest in the snow, battered and bruised, missing an arm, but impossibly still breathing.]

[redtailedhawke]

Guns? [ The word is obviously foreign in her mouth as she repeats it. ] I suppose so. They don't look like magic...

[ The shift in scenery does't bother her, such is the logic of dreams, but the collision of body with stone makes her wince again. Maker, that's a long way to fall without a barrier to absorb the impact. Given that he's standing here, maybe his friend saves him.

It's a nice thought, even if Hawke isn't naive enough to believe anything that good ever happens. ]

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[...he hadn't remember that it had been a rock that took his arm off, strange that it's so clear here in the dream.

Bucky turns to face Hawke, it's easier than looking at his bloodied body and thinking how much better it would have been for all of them if he'd died in the fall.]

You don't have guns where you're from?