Have I mentioned lately how happy I am in MCU fandom? Even more than in Teen Wolf, I feel like I am properly in the fandom, connecting with people, and that my writing is coming out of this place of play--of my last five stories before this one (all MCU), three came directly out of conversations with
stoatsandwich, one was for
sholio's prompt at
such_heights's kiss meme, and one was an exchange fic. I've spent a lot of time in fandoms where I felt like I was just kind of laboring away in my little cave, writing stories and then bringing them outside to present to people before I went back into the cave to write another one, so I am just really relishing the much more social experience that MCU fandom is for me now. :D
Which is a very cheerful way of introducing a deeply uncheerful story. This is a direct reply to
feanorinleatherpants's fanart of
St. James the Compatriot, patron saint of prisoners of war and lost persons.
This is a story about Bucky being very much lost. And about prayer, and what is left when prayer is lost.
Till the Shadows Lengthen, and Evening Comes (1063 words) by
Dira SudisChapters: 1/1
Fandom:
Captain America (Movies),
Marvel Cinematic UniverseRating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Prayer, Amnesia, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Captivity, Amputee Bucky Barnes
Summary:
He fell, he froze, he bled to death. They recovered what remained of him, and it belongs to them.
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