Continuity: Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier (2014)
Series Notes: This series is set in the Marvel Cinematic Universe but diverges from canon after Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier (2014). The entire series can be found here.
Genres: Angst, Drama
Warnings: Mention of torture
Spoilers: For Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier (2014)
Summary: Two men; two tales of woe.
Date Of Completion: April 13, 2014
Date Of Posting: April 13, 2014
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel and Paramount do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 406
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author's Note: Same-day service! ;)
Ice cools fire.
They rule earth
12th Century, C.E.
He drifted, tossed on icy seas and frozen in time. If a tear glittered on his cheek, no one saw it. He slept like a golden Pharoah of old, encased in a diamond-hard sarcophagus in a pyramid of ice.
Sometimes he just drifted in endless blue-and-white; other times he saw shadowy figures, faces he could not quite see, voices he could not quite hear, as relentlessly as the lapping of the waves.
“Save that dance for me.”
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, Steve, do you have to mouth off all the time? Those guys would have taken your head off in that alley.”
“This serum will make you stronger, faster, more enduring than a normal human.”
He drifted, dreaming as time slowly marched on.
He drifted, tossed on fiery seas and frozen, off-and-on, in time. If a tear ran down his cheek, no one cared. He slept in a coffin of steel, a mere tool to be put away until his masters needed him again.
Sometimes he just drifted in endless gray, spattered with scarlet; other times he saw shadowy figures, faces he could not quite see, voices he could not quite hear, whispering as relentlessly as the too-bright lights and stinging needles.
“Aww, honey, come to the dance with us.”
“You know, Buck, you don’t have to rescue me every time, but it sure is handy to know you’re there.”
“Ah, welcome, Mr. Barnes. I am the Red Skull, and Dr. Zola will make you stronger, faster, more enduring than a mere human.”
He drifted, struggling against nightmares as time slowly marched on.
He bobbed on the waves, protected and insulated by the ice, beautiful and glittering. He slept the sleep of the just, pure and pristine, a shining symbol of inspiration.
He was Myth.
He was Legend.
He was a ghost in the world, believed in by the faithful.
He was frozen in place, unprotected and abused by his masters, ugly and fractured. He slept the sleep of the tortured, despoiled and bloody, a dark symbol of fear.
He was Myth.
He was Legend.
He was a ghost in the world, wondered about by the intelligence community.
He was Ice, without pain.
He was Fire, with nothing but pain.
They were Myth.
They were Legend.
They were ghosts that someday would become flesh.