#brain washed

Nothing feels as good as giving in to yourself...

Into desire, your true nature...

Professor's Discovery Leads to Police Protection & Joe Rogan shares his Story

What he discovered changed his career. This is the story of Roland Fryer.

Over here.

Rose colored glasses,

Evil sneer.

No smoke from me,

I see it all too clear.

The witchy women,

The working reveir.

Double standard...

Nothing like another beer.

Take a shot of brandy,

If you dare.

This is not a test ...

Wtf STD is affecting his Man stuff.

Lick it like you owned it.

Oooo i did...but nothing shitty nothing stressed.

Didn't i own it..'

Nothing to confess about it.

Reasons for demons and paraphernalia ...

Purple lilacs, incense from tears.

Sage madness forces beware.

I am not your pity project.

I am stronger than anything i have overcame

All that i feared.

Only God knows about this...

And 12 and 10 and 9..?

Summary: After Steve realizes his mistake, Hydra decides to wipe it and make sure he hits his next target. But will he be able to accomplish this next mission?

Warnings: mentions of death, torture, choking, angst

Word Count: 646

Pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader

A/N: I'm literally balling at the fact people have given this so much love 😭😭💖💖 THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! Also huge shoutout to my bro Laura (@justmebeingtheweirdmeiam) for helping start the intro, love you bro! 💞 Also, I've been thinking making this a series so there will be a cliffhanger at the end, sorry not sorry lol. Hope y'all enjoy it!

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He couldn't help but stare at the blackened wall. Images flashing in his mind, moments played out like a movie. 

Your smile on display as you look at him, donning a white dress making you look like an angel. Your laugh echoing in his ears. His heart rate picked up a little bit as his stare got more intense. 

"I do." You giggled with tears in your eyes. A bright flash of white shone and he flinched, pain radiated in his body as if a lightning bolt had struck him and he sees you again, pinned against the wall with his hand on your neck restricting your airways and those same tears in your eyes. His jaw clenches as his hands ball into fists. 

"You love me."

"I did." He squeezes his eyes shut as the memory floods his brain. A hand flew up clutching his chest, a silent sob wracking his entire body.

They lied. They lied to him. You did love him, and he loved you. He killed you over a lie. A lie they fed him over and over, until he believed it.

They said you didn't love him anymore. They said you never loved him to begin with, that you were using him. And he believed it.

Hot tears ran down his cheeks and landed on his - no, their suit. The tight black leather holding him down, holding him hostage. The blood red hydra logo on his chest, burning a hole him. The whole suit burned him, who he was. 

A man, the same one from the apartment, stood in front of him. A cold look adorning his hard feathers. 

"You are weak, soldat. When you are weak you are useless. Do you know what I do to useless soldiers like yourself?" It was a rhetorical question. The man walked to the door of the room, Steve trailing behind. He already knew what was going to happen.

***

The moment the metal came into contact with his skin he felt pain shoot throughout him. All he ever felt now was pain. The metal detached and he was left breathless and heavy.

"Your target," the man gave him a file, "Sergeant James Barnes. Eliminate him at any costs." Steve looked down at the file. The man in the picture seemed familiar. 

***

Two days later and he was face to face with his target after taking out an entire shield facility with a little help from the man's goons.

"Stevie? Jesus Christ! Where've you - why are you wearing that stupid suit? Nevermind, people are dying! C'mon we gotta save 'em!" Bucky rambled off, tuning his back and walking towards the burning part of the building.

Bucky's mind was in overdrive. How did Steve get here so fast? Why was Steve here to begin with? He was captured by hydra during their last mission together about four months ago. And now he was- wait the logo on his chest, that was-FUCK! He turned around and was met with a pistol being aimed at his head.

"Steve, what are you doing?" Bucky gulped. There's no telling what hydra did to him. This wasn't his best friend. This wasn't his brother anymore. 

"You're my target, my mission." Cold steel blue eyes met softer ocean ones. Steve took a few steps forward, the pistol resting on Bucky's forehead.

"You're not in your right mind Stevie. I don't know what they did but-"

"Why does everyone keep saying that!" Steve cut him off with a growl, the gun pressing further into Bucky's skull. 

Bucky squeezed his eyes shut tight, the metal pressed against his forehead bringing back too many nightmares at once.

"Steve this isn't you." Bucky slowly opened his eyes, his breath shuddering when he swore he saw a quick reflection of himself in the man before him. 

A shot rang out before anymore words could be said.

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