[Captain America Crossover Fic] Golgotha Tenement Blues- Chapter 1
I had this visual of Bucky as The Crow and the idea refused to let go. I will be borrowing ideas from the 1994 movie as well as the original graphic novel by James O'Barr. The title comes from the song of the same name by Machines of Loving Grace.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Extreme violence, rape, adult language
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
Chap 1- Dream the Crow-black Dream
The wind rushed past his ears with a deafening scream, cancelling out the noise from the city. His brain had long enough to process one final thought before reaching the end of his unexpected four story swan dive- no, not like this.
And then there was pain the likes of which he had never felt. That was to be expected when a body was hurled out of a window onto the sidewalk below. But it was as instantaneous as the blink of a god’s eye and then there was nothing but black. It bubbled up over him, curling around his limbs like a snake, and pulled him down, down, down into the inky darkness where he floated, lighter than ether. He reached up with his right hand to touch his face to make sure that his eyes were open. His left arm wouldn’t move, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now.
So, this was the way the world ended for James Buchanan Barnes. Not with a bang or a whimper, but with more of a dull, wet crunch.
Where am I?
There was a tiny pinpoint of light below him that quickly grew smaller the longer he stared at it as if he were moving away from it. If he were an asteroid hurtling towards the edge of the universe, he imagined that this is what it would probably feel like.
Wait. What happened to me? I remember…I remember…Steve! Where is Steve? What happened-
//Shhhh…relax.//
A lusciously baritone voice crooned softly in the emptiness.
Who are you? What’s going on? Where is Steve?
He felt a ripple of annoyance and heard a sigh. Not with his ears, the voice was inside his head.
//You really need to calm down.//
Calm down? What the fuck is going on h-
//Look, I get it. It’s all very upsetting, but you need to calm down and rest. You have work to do.//
Steve! I need to find Steve.
//Hush. He has his own journey to take. We’re talking about you now. You need to rest.//
But…
//James, you’re not listening…sleep.//
It was oddly comforting that the voice knew his name and he was so very tired. The black was pulling him down again and this time he didn’t fight it.
Am I dead?
//Don’t worry about that. It’s just a technicality right now.//
He laughed at that. Death was just a technicality now. He’s had some bizarre dreams before, but this one took the cake for sure.
That was the last thought he had as his old life slipped away and his new life began to germinate inside this shadowy womb.
TBC...
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Extreme violence, rape, adult language
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers
Chap 1- Dream the Crow-black Dream
The wind rushed past his ears with a deafening scream, cancelling out the noise from the city. His brain had long enough to process one final thought before reaching the end of his unexpected four story swan dive- no, not like this.
And then there was pain the likes of which he had never felt. That was to be expected when a body was hurled out of a window onto the sidewalk below. But it was as instantaneous as the blink of a god’s eye and then there was nothing but black. It bubbled up over him, curling around his limbs like a snake, and pulled him down, down, down into the inky darkness where he floated, lighter than ether. He reached up with his right hand to touch his face to make sure that his eyes were open. His left arm wouldn’t move, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now.
So, this was the way the world ended for James Buchanan Barnes. Not with a bang or a whimper, but with more of a dull, wet crunch.
Where am I?
There was a tiny pinpoint of light below him that quickly grew smaller the longer he stared at it as if he were moving away from it. If he were an asteroid hurtling towards the edge of the universe, he imagined that this is what it would probably feel like.
Wait. What happened to me? I remember…I remember…Steve! Where is Steve? What happened-
//Shhhh…relax.//
A lusciously baritone voice crooned softly in the emptiness.
Who are you? What’s going on? Where is Steve?
He felt a ripple of annoyance and heard a sigh. Not with his ears, the voice was inside his head.
//You really need to calm down.//
Calm down? What the fuck is going on h-
//Look, I get it. It’s all very upsetting, but you need to calm down and rest. You have work to do.//
Steve! I need to find Steve.
//Hush. He has his own journey to take. We’re talking about you now. You need to rest.//
But…
//James, you’re not listening…sleep.//
It was oddly comforting that the voice knew his name and he was so very tired. The black was pulling him down again and this time he didn’t fight it.
Am I dead?
//Don’t worry about that. It’s just a technicality right now.//
He laughed at that. Death was just a technicality now. He’s had some bizarre dreams before, but this one took the cake for sure.
That was the last thought he had as his old life slipped away and his new life began to germinate inside this shadowy womb.
TBC...