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Day #17: Will These Hands Never be Clean?
Mar. 17th, 2020 09:20 amQuote:
“What, will these hands ne'er be clean?”
~ William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5
Fandom: MCU
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Will These Hands Never Be Clean?
Sam and Bucky began to train together after Steve was gone. Despite the way things began for them, they became friends. Bucky had Steve’s abilities, but Sam had the shield. They avoided talking about it for quite some time until one day Sam came to pick up Bucky and he found him sitting in his chair by the window, looking haunted.
“Hey, man, what’s wrong?” Sam knew the look. He’d seen it in the vets he’d counseled at the VA.
Bucky looked up at him, surprised he was even there. “I didn’t hear you come in, man.”
“What’s happening?”
“I was thinking about all the things I’ve done.” He absently rubbed the stump of his missing arm. He seldom wore his arm when he wasn’t training. Shuri had made this one removable so he wasn’t a walking weapon all the time.
“Bucky, you know you were a programed weapon. You had no choice in the matter.”
He looked at Sam, his face so sad that Sam could feel pain radiating off of him. “But I remember. I remember most all of them. The mind wipes took away who I was but not my memories of what I was, what I did.”
Sam knelt by him and put an arm around him. “I’m so sorry, man. I wish I could fix it for you.”
“I’m glad he chose you. I was terrified he’d try to get me to do it.” They both knew who Bucky meant.
“I think you’d have been better. You are a super soldier like he is.”
“You have his heart. You want to do good things, to help and not out of guilt, but because you’re a good guy.”
Sam leaned closer and kissed Bucky’s lips very briefly. “You have my heart, Bucky. Maybe we can figure this all out together.”
“What, will these hands ne'er be clean?”
~ William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 1, Scene 5
Fandom: MCU
*
Will These Hands Never Be Clean?
Sam and Bucky began to train together after Steve was gone. Despite the way things began for them, they became friends. Bucky had Steve’s abilities, but Sam had the shield. They avoided talking about it for quite some time until one day Sam came to pick up Bucky and he found him sitting in his chair by the window, looking haunted.
“Hey, man, what’s wrong?” Sam knew the look. He’d seen it in the vets he’d counseled at the VA.
Bucky looked up at him, surprised he was even there. “I didn’t hear you come in, man.”
“What’s happening?”
“I was thinking about all the things I’ve done.” He absently rubbed the stump of his missing arm. He seldom wore his arm when he wasn’t training. Shuri had made this one removable so he wasn’t a walking weapon all the time.
“Bucky, you know you were a programed weapon. You had no choice in the matter.”
He looked at Sam, his face so sad that Sam could feel pain radiating off of him. “But I remember. I remember most all of them. The mind wipes took away who I was but not my memories of what I was, what I did.”
Sam knelt by him and put an arm around him. “I’m so sorry, man. I wish I could fix it for you.”
“I’m glad he chose you. I was terrified he’d try to get me to do it.” They both knew who Bucky meant.
“I think you’d have been better. You are a super soldier like he is.”
“You have his heart. You want to do good things, to help and not out of guilt, but because you’re a good guy.”
Sam leaned closer and kissed Bucky’s lips very briefly. “You have my heart, Bucky. Maybe we can figure this all out together.”