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punybannerCharacters: Bruce & Steve
Verse: Dark!Steve AU
Summary: Post-radiation Bruce is captured by a HYDRA-brainwashed Steve
Location: Russia
Warnings: Violence, torture, dubcon, noncon, etc.
After the accident, Bruce ran. He hadn't known what else to do.
First he went to Mexico, then further south, into Guatemala and Costa Rica and finally Brazil. He'd been alright there for a time, but mounting civil conflicts and a generally unstable society - compounded by his own inability to afford a place outside of the crowded, noisy slums - led to his running further afield. He went to Europe, to the parts where he didn't need papers or passports, where the military couldn't find him. He ran as far as he could, away from everything he'd known and loved, away from civilization. Even after the distance was enough he kept running, because he didn't want to confront the truth: there was no cure. He couldn't fix himself. There was no going back to the Bruce Banner he was before.
By the time he was in Russia he was weary, run-down by the constant fear of being found, of hurting innocents, of losing control and seeing people die because of it - because of his own foolish ambitions. He cursed the project daily, wondered why they ever wanted to recreate a serum like that in an age like this. Sure, it could heal thousands of people, but Bruce had seen the glimmer in Ross' eyes during every meeting they had together. The serum was created to win a war, not to cure cancer. That was what it would be used for: destruction, not salvation.
So Bruce ran. If they found him, they would use him to give them what they wanted. He couldn't allow that future to come to pass. He was sure that here, in the farthest place from home he could possibly get, he would be able to rest.
But then HYDRA attacked.
He'd been staying in a small village, helping with farmwork to earn room and board. There was nothing strategic there, only agriculture of the lowest form, cows and goats and pigs, no real crops, no real economy. But HYDRA had come all the same, shouting their name over and over until it had burned itself into Bruce's eardrums like a brand. He was going to change, was halfway through tearing his rough, hand-woven clothing, but then something very hard and very heavy struck him over the back of his head and he was out.
When he awoke he was somewhere very cold and very dark, on a very hard floor that smelled of rust and iron. He felt too groggy to panic; his head still hurt, but he could think relatively clearly, which meant there probably wasn't any brain damage. He was in a cell of some sort, and he could hear voices but only faintly, like they were far away and behind a door or wall.
"Hello?" he called, his voice weak, knowing it was stupid and useless but feeling the need to do it anyway. "Anybody home?" Seemed like he could manage sarcasm even in the worst situations. There was hope for him yet.
Verse: Dark!Steve AU
Summary: Post-radiation Bruce is captured by a HYDRA-brainwashed Steve
Location: Russia
Warnings: Violence, torture, dubcon, noncon, etc.
After the accident, Bruce ran. He hadn't known what else to do.
First he went to Mexico, then further south, into Guatemala and Costa Rica and finally Brazil. He'd been alright there for a time, but mounting civil conflicts and a generally unstable society - compounded by his own inability to afford a place outside of the crowded, noisy slums - led to his running further afield. He went to Europe, to the parts where he didn't need papers or passports, where the military couldn't find him. He ran as far as he could, away from everything he'd known and loved, away from civilization. Even after the distance was enough he kept running, because he didn't want to confront the truth: there was no cure. He couldn't fix himself. There was no going back to the Bruce Banner he was before.
By the time he was in Russia he was weary, run-down by the constant fear of being found, of hurting innocents, of losing control and seeing people die because of it - because of his own foolish ambitions. He cursed the project daily, wondered why they ever wanted to recreate a serum like that in an age like this. Sure, it could heal thousands of people, but Bruce had seen the glimmer in Ross' eyes during every meeting they had together. The serum was created to win a war, not to cure cancer. That was what it would be used for: destruction, not salvation.
So Bruce ran. If they found him, they would use him to give them what they wanted. He couldn't allow that future to come to pass. He was sure that here, in the farthest place from home he could possibly get, he would be able to rest.
But then HYDRA attacked.
He'd been staying in a small village, helping with farmwork to earn room and board. There was nothing strategic there, only agriculture of the lowest form, cows and goats and pigs, no real crops, no real economy. But HYDRA had come all the same, shouting their name over and over until it had burned itself into Bruce's eardrums like a brand. He was going to change, was halfway through tearing his rough, hand-woven clothing, but then something very hard and very heavy struck him over the back of his head and he was out.
When he awoke he was somewhere very cold and very dark, on a very hard floor that smelled of rust and iron. He felt too groggy to panic; his head still hurt, but he could think relatively clearly, which meant there probably wasn't any brain damage. He was in a cell of some sort, and he could hear voices but only faintly, like they were far away and behind a door or wall.
"Hello?" he called, his voice weak, knowing it was stupid and useless but feeling the need to do it anyway. "Anybody home?" Seemed like he could manage sarcasm even in the worst situations. There was hope for him yet.
