Bucky x reader
Notes: trigger warnings! Implications of sexual abuse, mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, memory loss, recuperating, fluff, angst and obviously, eventually: smut.
A/N: Here’s part three! Bucky finds out about his past and wants to see his files, shit happens.
“So.. what you’re saying is: I was captured during World War two, after I fell off a train to my death, but I wasn’t really dead of course, and then brainwashed and tortured into killing a shitload of people before you found me again and snapped my crazy ass out of it”
Sounds about right.
“Yeah, Buck” Steve shifts a little, looking helpless and worried, sharing glances with Y/N and Sam.
I don’t think I can take any more of this. It feels as if it’s true, I know it is; but how the hell was I still sane after that?
Are you? Really?
Honestly. If I’m anything like the voice in my head, claiming to be me, I’m a real asshole.