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    “It hurts most the first time, but you get used to it,” Bucky whispered. Steve jerked at the sound; it was Brooklyn, it was 1939, it was Bucky. “Bucky!” he tried to scream through the gag, fresh tears coming down his face. “You’re strong though. You’ll make a good asset. I’ll show you.”
    “He’s secure,” Bucky said, voice toneless and mechanic once more
    The chair lowered and Steve was screaming through the gag, still thrashing against the restraints even harder. Something lowered over his head and pressed against his face. He could not even jerk his face away, he was held too tightly. He met Bucky’s eyes; desperate, terrified as he tried to tell Bucky everything, tried to convince Bucky to stop this through eye contact alone.
    The machine revved up under the chair. Bucky smiled down at him. Then all Steve knew was pain before darkness finally took hold of him. The last thing he saw was Bucky smiling. He looked the same.

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    30 Apr 2018

  2. Public Bookmark 76

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    Before they strap him to the table they bring Mission: Steven Grant Rogers--aka Captain America--to the Asset. In his tattered civilian clothes, bleeding and bruised and unconscious, he looks nothing like the legend. Asset does not care about that. It has been promised a new weapon, and that is all that it sees here.

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    30 Apr 2018

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    26 Apr 2018

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    03 Apr 2018

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    He could have a life here, but what would it be? He could be a grocer; he could marry a girl who remembers hearing his name on the prayer list nearly every Sunday mass. He could fill sketchbooks in his spare time and stuff them into a trunk under his bed when he’s exhausted their pages, never to be seen again. He could live and die on Friary Street.

    It would be a fine life, if a simple one. Something similar was enough for his mother. It should be enough for him, too. Is it?

     

    In late summer of 1937, Steve Rogers immigrates to America.

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    11 Mar 2018