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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[ Jon nods slowly. ]

What's gonna happen now?

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[He's not really sure how to explain this in kid friendly terms.]

A debriefing.

[Sort of.

He'll see before too long, the car doesn't go far before the Soldier is being led into a nondescript little building and down into some tunnels, into a far more military base. He stops in front of a man with blond hair and blue eyes who looks at him almost with boredom.

Mission report.

All targets eliminated, no witnesses, no maintenance required.

Good. Wipe and store the Asset.

That last order is to two of the technicians who are stood nearby, they get the unprotesting Soldier into a machine that restrains him in place. He willingly accepts a bit between his teeth, and then pieces of metal fix over his face and send bolts of electricity through his brain as he screams, as they wipe his mind.

He's shaking and needs to be supported as they pull him out of the chair, careless to his comfort and like he's not even human, and down the corridor to a cryogenic freeze tube. It's only an hour after he's murdered nine people and he's already in stasis, stored like a weapon no longer needed.]

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[ It's the chair that makes Jon go pale. It resembles the one Manchester Black has strapped him onto, had made him watch the slow destruction of Hamilton County. While the machine hadn't done anything to him —

( hadn't it? Jon didn't know. Didn't know how Manchester Black got in. Or how long he had been there )

— it still hit too close to home. Jon shivers, wrapping his arms around himself. ]

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[He wants to say more, something to comfort Jon, but the dream ends as his consciousness does in cryogenic storage. Everything fades and all of a sudden he's awake again, back in Riverview.

Even though he wants to hide away, he moves as soon as his eyes are open, sprinting through the dark streets to Jon's house, knocking sharply on the door.]

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[ Jon rubs the sleep from his eyes (and some wetness too) as he heads down the stairs to open the door. He knows it's Bucky so he doesn't panic or worry. Dick is probably out scouting Riverview as Nightwing and Annie is sleeping, so it was mostly quiet. There's no fear in his eyes as he lets Bucky in. ]

Bucky . . .

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[He doesn't actually come into the house, hesitating in the doorway with concern painted all over his face.]

...are you okay?

[Dumb question.]

I'm sorry you had to see that.

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[ Jon looks at him thoughtfully, as he chews on his bottom lip. ]

I know. I mean, it's not your fault. I'll be okay.

[ A beat. ]

It looked . . . a little like my chair. The chair he put me in.

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I'm sorry.

[It was bad enough that this chair had been invented at all, but something similar should never have been used on anyone else.]

I'm so-- so sorry.

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[ Jon's silent for a few seconds. ]

I'm just a kid. There's a lot of stuff I don't get.

But it's not your fault.

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Don't.

[He doesn't want the comfort from some kid that he's goddamn traumatised.]

I came to see if you were okay, nothing else.

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[ Jon hunches his shoulders. He's probably not going to sleep well tonight but he doesn't want to make a big fuss of it either. ]

I'll be fine.

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Right--

[He should push some more, he kind of wants to, but he's ashamed and scared. So he just turns and starts to walk away again, shoulders hunched in shame.]

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[ Jon kind of expected that. He heads to the door to politely see Bucky out, slumped and tired. ]