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Forgotten - Ch 2

Bucky x Male OC

Work summary: The story of the abducted doctor-in-training Mikhail and the scary patient that even Hydra doctors try to avoid treating.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33922735/chapters/84356086

Chapter length: ~2.5k

The Abduction

- 5 years earlier -

"Have you finished adding the data, Mr. Kamolov?" asked Dr. Akimov, who was sorting the remaining few papers into their folders. 

"Yeah, I'm all done Doc. I'm just waiting for the Computer to finish uploading the backup so I can turn it off." I answered. I had already opened my notes of the last lessons in order to use the waiting time to study for the next exam. Since I spent about three hours entering the new data from this week today, the backup would take at least 20 more minutes to complete. 

"Oh, just go home already then. I will turn it off when I leave." He looked up from the papers with a gentle smile. "I wish you a nice evening." 

Grateful that I could get home sooner before the freezing cold outside got even worse, I jumped up from my chair. "Thanks, you too Doc. See you on Monday!" I said as I hastily stuffed my notes in my backpack and grabbed my jacket. 

I turned to leave and walked towards the door. Before my hand reached the handle, the door flew open with a loud BANG. 

Startled, I stared at the person on the other side screaming, "Freeze! Don't resist and you won't be harmed!", that was now marching towards me. Taking a few steps back, I could see more people coming in through the door. 

Behind me, I could hear Dr. Akimov stutter "What- What are you doing? Who are you?" 

Only now I noticed that they were carrying weapons, and my surprise and confusion was replaced by quickly rising panic. Who were these people? What did they want from us? Why the weapons? 

I took a second to properly take in their appearance. Clothed in fully black uniform-like attire but without any visible official signs, I realized that whoever they were, they weren't here for a tour through the university facilities.

Hearing my heart hammering away in my chest, I started searching for a way to run, but we were on the 5th floor in a room closed off for security reasons. Ironic, I thought.

"You will come with us, Dr. Akimov. You and your dear student here," ordered one of the intruders.

My legs decided that, despite the lack of an escape route, attempting to run was still a better option than waiting to see where these people would bring us to. I bolted for the door in a desperate attempt to escape this impossible to be true situation, only to be met with the harsh reality in the form of cold metal hitting the back of my head.

When I opened my eyes again, I felt as though my head was about to burst. Remembering what had happened before, I raised my head to look around.

I wasn't at the university anymore.

Instead, I was in a room without windows and, besides a single electric lamp hanging from the ceiling, there was only a door. Groaning, I stood up and walked towards it. The door looked like one that I would imagine to be in a high security prison. I attempted to open it, but much like I had expected, it didn't budge. 

I tried to find something like a small hole to take a glimpse outside, but didn't find anything. Without a window or any other chance to glance outside, I could only try to guess where I was. 

I tried to remember any details of the people that took us. Right, us! What had happened to Dr. Akimov? He wasn't in the room with me! Was he still alive? Did he get away somehow? No, seeing as I was here, he was probably either dead or here as well. 

Whoever those people in uniform were, they didn't seem like people that would just let anyone get away alive. But what did they want from us? Why did they kidnap us? Dr. Akimov wasn't rich or anything, so what could they want? Why did they even take me with them, I was just a broke medicine student! I was worthless! I had nothing to give except maybe some half-assed first-aid! It didn't make any sense for them to take me!

...Unless they really wanted some sort of treatment. Certainly not from me, but I was in my 9th Semester and would be very useful in assisting Dr. Akimov, especially since I had worked with him on his research a lot. 

Right! The research! They had broken into the lab, so of course they must be after the research! 

Even though it was still at a stage where a few mice were the main test subjects, the results had been promising so far. Dr. Akimov worked on increasing one's regeneration and overall physical health, which was certainly something shady organizations might be interested in.

But if they were after the research, I wouldn't be of that much help. Sure, I roughly knew how things worked, but I still had a lot to learn and understand. In comparison to Dr. Akimov, I just didn't have much worth as a prisoner.

Which wasn't very good, since being useless might just lead to me getting killed. 

Anxious, I paced back and forth in the small room. Escaping wasn't an option at the moment, I knew nothing about this place and how to get out of it. There was nothing I could do in this room, so I decided I would have to wait until I was led outside for questioning or whatever other reason I was here. 

So I waited. And waited. And waited.

Maybe they weren't aware I was awake yet? Or did they... simply not need me and planned to let me starve to death in here? I decided to go towards the door and try to make myself noticed by knocking on it. 

It only took about five minutes of knocking before I could hear steps outside. Doubt spread through me in an instant. Did I annoy them? Would they tell me to be quiet, or just get rid of me immediately? 

I stepped back from the door and anxiously listened to the footsteps getting closer. Please go past me, please go past me, please go past me! I silently wished, well aware that it would likely be a better sign if they stopped to talk to me. Which luckily (?) they did. I soon heard keys rattle and saw the lock on the door turn.

Three People entered, wearing a uniform and carrying weapon.. I took a few more steps back.

 "Follow me. And please do not attempt to run away, you won't get very far." The man in the front said as he turned around and started walking out of the cell-like room. 

The other guards gestured for me to follow him. Nervously I walked past them and through the door, looking around to see only a long hallway with more rooms on the side and some lamps. Still no windows, no signs, nothing to guess my location. I saw the two guards following right behind me, and now spotted some sort of symbol on their uniforms, though I was too far to guess what it showed.

"Dr. Akimov is alive and well. We are on our way to see him." said the man in front of me. 

I couldn't hide my relief when I heard that Dr. Akimov was still alive. Whatever this was, at least I wasn't in this alone. I really wanted to know what I was doing here, but I didn't dare to speak for now.

We walked through two more hallways and three rooms, making me question how big this building was, when we finally arrived at our destination and I saw Dr. Akimov. He turned towards me with worry written all over his face. 

"Kamolov! Are you alright?" He quickly made his way towards me while I nodded. He started checking my head. "Are you sure?" 

"Yes. Just a minor headache." I answered honestly. 

"I'm so glad you are alright! With how you fell after they hit you, I thought you might be dead!" he said as he grabbed my head and turned my head upwards towards the lamps in order to check if my pupils would react.

 I brushed his hands off. "I'm fine, Doc." 

A man in a suit cleared his throat. "Just like I told you, Dr. Akimov. Your assistant is fine." I looked around the room that looked much like any other office. "If you comply and help with our research and with treating any injured men, you will both be safe. However, if you refuse or try to run away, there will be some ugly consequences." So it was about the research after all. 

Reluctantly, Dr. Akimov replied, "...I would, but I do not have any of the data and necessary materials with me." 

The guy in a suit grinned. "Oh, you do not need to worry about that. Of course we took the data with us when we captured you. As for the materials, you will find we are very well equipped. If you need anything else, just say the word. These trivial things shall not hinder you." 

Dr. Akimov lowered his head. "Very well. I will comply." 

"Awesome. Please show our new member around, Agent." The guy in suit ordered the woman standing closest to him. Then he turned towards me.

"Now, Mr. Kamolov. You may call me Mr. Tarasov. I'm sure you can already guess why we brought the two of you here. We wish for Dr. Akimov to continue his research and help out the rest of our research team as much as he can. I hope you will choose to assist him." 

I thought for a moment, unsure how to answer or what to ask. It sounded like my well-being was a requirement for Dr. Akimov to work here, so I already had value as a hostage. 

"What would you do if I declined?" I asked carefully. 

Mr. Tarasov frowned. "As long as you do not misbehave, we will have to keep you healthy. Anything beyond that would be a waste of our resources, so you would likely stay in a room similar to the one you woke up in. It would be a waste of your medical knowledge. We treat people who contribute to our cause much better." 

On one hand, I wasn't sure how long I would really have a choice and spending my time in a room with nothing would quickly become unbearable. On the other hand, I wasn't really thrilled to support an organization that had no problem kidnapping other people. "Who are you guys? What is your 'cause'?" I asked. 

"I doubt our name would ring a bell. We call ourselves Hydra. We strive to make the world a safer, more peaceful place." Tarasov replied. 

By kidnapping people? The man didn't look like he was lying, but a lot of extremists believed they were doing the right thing. I absolutely wasn't convinced. 

Suspicious, I asked, "What about the mice we had as test subjects? Having them here and collecting their data would be better than starting a new line of tests on new mice." 

Tarasov stared at me before answering. "You won't have to waste your time on low quality subjects such as mice here."

We absolutely weren't ready for human tests yet. While the research had been going in the right direction, some of the mice had still died from side effects. "I will not assist with the research," I told Tarasov.

I realized that Dr. Akimov had agreed to this. If he went through with continuing his research, people would die. The very IDEA behind the research was to save people's lives by helping them recover from illnesses and recover more quickly after accidents. Not just that, but Dr. Akimov had worked in hospitals for years. It didn't make any sense to me why the Doc I knew would agree to this. 

"I understand. Take him back to his room." Tarasov ordered, and two armed guards started walking towards me. 

I looked at their guns. If Dr. Akimov came back to his senses and refused to help, I would lose my value as a hostage. If Dr. Akimov didn't help, we would both die. Panic rose up in me. 

"Wait!" I shouted. 

Tarasov gestured for the guards to stop. "Do you have anything else to say?" 

I didn't know what I wanted to say yet, I just didn't want to spend my life in that empty room until Dr. Akimov decided to stop with the research or failed with it. 

Dr. Akimov probably also didn't want to die and therefore chose to help, maybe he even chose to do so partly for my sake. Still it would be wise not to bet my life on how useful Dr. Akimov was to these people, and I wasn't sure how long I could handle being stuck in that empty room. 

"I... will help," I said, but I couldn't risk the lives of other people for my sake. 

Was my life more valuable than theirs? Even in my fear I realized I had no right to do that. I racked my brain to find anything else I had to offer. 

"But not with the research. You mentioned before that you have injured people to treat, correct? I... I will help with that!" Yes, I couldn't risk the lives of others for my own sake, but saving lives, even those of enemy soldiers, has always been the job of medical staff. Half to Tarasov, half to myself, I nodded. "That's what I can do." 

Tarasov smiled. "Deal. You will get a proper room with a bed, some clothes and other necessities then and eat in the canteen. Show him around and introduce him to the rest of our medical staff." The guards nodded and came towards me again, one taking the lead while the other followed behind. 

As we left the room and the door shut behind us, I wasn't sure that I made the right decision. I really didn't want to die, but helping these people in any form felt like a mistake. I would help treating possible murderers I realized, even if I wasn't directly responsible for their actions. 

I would probably also be in more danger if I did as much as exist next to them than if I had stayed in that cell. But I would likely be killed soon if I did that, since I doubted that Dr. Akimov would actually carry the guilt of people dying as test subjects for long. 

If I was in his shoes, would I do the research or not? I wasn't sure.

And just like that, I was shown around and introduced to where I would be working and who I would be working with while asking myself all sorts of questions, wondering if I had made the right choice. 

Soon I was brought to the canteen to eat and then showed to my room, were I spent hours wondering how all had suddenly ended up like this in the first place before I eventually fell asleep, exhausted by all the stress and tension I had felt the whole day thanks to seeing armed guards everywhere, thinking how easy it would be for them to just shoot and kill me.

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Forgotten - Ch 1

Bucky x Male OC

Work summary: The story of the abducted doctor-in-training Mikhail and the scary patient that even Hydra doctors try to avoid treating.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33922735/chapters/84355087

Chapter length: 867 words

Faster.

I ran down one of the many familiar hallways. I could already hear the sound of guns being fired.

Faster!

My lungs burned like hell, but when the light of a door came into view, I sped up even more. I had been waiting for this moment for three years. The lack of strength remaining in my body wouldn't stop me today. Nothing, absolutely nothing, and most certainly not the few remaining Hydra researchers running after me, could stop me from getting through that door. 

Only a few meters left!

After years of being locked up I would finally breathe fresh air and get a look at the sky.

10 steps!

No matter the cost. Today I would escape. Even if my Chance to survive this wasn't all that great.

Only 3 more steps!

Whether I would live or die didn't matter. I would breathe freely.

My hands reached for the cold metal of the door.

As I pushed the heavy door aside and felt the sun fall on my skin, I felt a long lost warm feeling of relief wash through my body. 

I would finally be free. 

For a moment an image of our last meeting flashed in my mind, and once again I wondered if he would be there. Then the blinding light of the sun reached my eyes and erased all thought. 

Slowing down, I looked up at the sky and stretched my arms towards the heavens. Experiencing a feeling of peace for the first time in years, I bathed in the sunlight, when suddenly an explosion going off close knocked me from my feet and out of my victory celebration.

Stunned and confused by the abrupt interruption, I became aware of my surroundings again as I stumbled to my feet. Two Hydra soldiers ran past me firing ahead, only to be hit and killed with an arrow to the throat a few steps later. 

Searching for the one responsible, I made eye contact with a man armed with a bow aiming at me. I felt my heart hammering away inside my chest, fueled by the adrenaline of impending death, when the guy lowered his bow to then aim at somebody else. 

I stared at the man in confusion, realizing that I was being be spared and should probably find a place to safely wait till this battle was over. 

The Hydra base behind me was in the middle of nowhere, so taking off into the woods would likely just end up in me starving to death. My best bet was finding a safe place and waiting until the battle was over, so I could beg the Avengers to have mercy and take me away from here later.

Looking around, my eyes landed on a halfway destroyed tank. A large stone had hit it from above, making it useless for combat, but thanks to a crack on the side I could see that there was enough space inside it to fit a person. 

As fast as my exhausted legs could, I ran towards it. After attempting to squeeze myself through the way too small crack, I started climbing up towards the hatch door on the top. I nervously scanned the area around me to see if another grenade was coming my way and froze when my eyes landed on him. 

He is here.

I couldn't believe it. Staring at him from afar, I saw the sun reflecting off of the metal of his arm.

He is really here!

I felt my hands letting go of the metal of the tank and quickly after, my feet hit the ground and I was running as fast as I could once more.

I had known that there was a chance he would be here, but after all that had happened, I judged it so unlikely that I hadn't dared to hope.

He was fighting off a bunch of Hydra soldiers not far away while I sprinted across the field. 

I could see that he had successfully finished off most of the Hydra men around him while I jumped over a corpse and some rubble. I was almost there. 

I breathed in. 

Then, I yelled with all I had: "JAMES!"

I saw him turn his head around.

I felt a smile appearing across my face.

Then, I felt my feet leave the ground and my hands land on it instead as I heard a giant bang behind me. The noise was ringing in my ears as I tried to use my arms to get back up to continue my run, but one of my arms could no longer support the weight. 

Desperate, I tried to get on my knees to stand up, but my legs gave out instantly. Confused, I rolled over and looked at my body, finding dozens of red spots appearing on my dirty torn shirt. As I watched the spots grow, I slowly started to feel pain spread throughout my body. 

Losing the strength to hold up my head, I sank into the ground, now staring up at the blue sky before it was slowly consumed by darkness.

He is actually here was my last thought as the last bit of blue vanished from my vision.

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About Jumping off Buildings

Fandom: DC/Nightwing

Pairing: Nightwing x superpowered OMC

Prompt: "Now who's the crazy one" from the Fanfic Library discord server

Warnings: none

Theme: just some light-hearted joking/flirting

Length: 330 words

Angel watched as Nightwing searched through some knocked out bastards pockets in hopes of finding any new clues that could aid them in finding the next Gang hideout.

"You know," Angel started, leaning against a wall to catch his breath after the fight. "Every time Batman calls me a psychopathic murderer, I am inclined to believe that he would be at least partially correct if we had met a year earlier."

Nightwing raised his head to look at him and protest, but Angel waved his hand at him dismissively. "I can't deny I killed people before, and neither can you, but that's not where I was going with this," he quickly explained. "Because at the very next mission where I joing up with any of you bats, at least one of you will just throw themselves off a building despite not being able to fly, and I think to myself 'Now who's the crazy one here?'"

At that, Nightwing let out a laugh. "We have been doing that for years, you know? It's not dangerous when you know what you're doing."

Angel grinned with him, then changed his expression to one of mock-offense. "Don't laugh at me, you guys always give me half a heart attack when you do that, you know," he said, really only half joking. He still wasn't used to working with others, especially not with people that were capable and didn't constantly need saving. "I always want to jump after you and fly you to the next rooftop to make sure you're fine."

Nightwing now gave him a more genuine, though still somewhat amused smile. "It's good to know that you will come and catch me if I ever end up falling."

"Why of course darling, I would never miss a chance to be the knight in shining armor for a dashing prince like you," Angel responded with a playful smirk and wink, causing the other to snort when he had actually been only half-joking again.

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Harsher tones

Fandom: None/Inheritance cycle

Pairing: God!OC x OMC

Prompt: "I would burn every soul on this planet to keep you warm." from the Fanfic Library discord server

No warnings

Lenght: 369 words

"I would burn every soul on this planet to keep you warm," Iara said, face still turned towards the door as if he wanted to go out and do so right now.

Covias gently placed his left hand on Iaras shoulder, making the other turn to look at him.

"I know you are angry at them, but I will be okay. I already have you to keep me warm, don't I?"

Iara gave him a warm smile. "Of course you do, my love," he replied, but his smile quickly faded. "Yet they shouldn't treat you like that just because you are with me."

Covias reached up with his free hand to caress Iaras cheeks, knowing all to well how frustrated the other was with the tendency of mortals to turn against and harm each other for no good reason, and how much more it angered Iara to know that the villagers were turning against Covias as well.

"I know they shouldn't, but they don't mean any harm. They are simply scared of your strength and the devourers, even though they know that you are on their side. Once the Winter ends and the devourers are defeated, they won't bother us anymore," Covias said in an attempt to reassure Iara. He himself could understand the villagers fear, but Iara could not.

Iara could not die. His strength and immortality enabled him to always stay true to his morals and Covias loved that about him.

It also caused Iara to look down on mortals who did not always act righteous, and sometimes the disdain he held for such mortals scared Covias.

The Gods had sworn to never interfere in the politics of mortals, but Covias had seen the anger in Iaras eyes one to many times to believe that they would truly never harm any mortal.

So Covias focused on reassuring his godly lover. Soon, the winter and the hunger would end and the villagers would retun to being welcoming to all, Covias was sure of it. Iara didn't have to know how the lumberjack had shoved him off his porch into the snow and accused him of being connected to the devourers. Soon, this would all be over.

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Hope

Fandom: Inheritance cycle

Pairing: Murtagh x God!OC

Prompt: "The possibility to choose who I want to be has been taken from me long ago." from the Fanfic Library discord server

Warnings/theme: mention of a past character death, hurt/comfort

Lenght: 720 words

More of a drabble than a oneshot

"The possibility to choose who I want to be has been taken from me a long time ago," Iara said, his voice filled with bitterness.

Murtagh shook his head. "That's not true. You can change who you are, and you can change how others see you. You need to move on from what happened."

Iara gave him a sad smile as he listened. He was certain that nothing that Murtagh said could change his mind on this, though he appreciated the effort that the man was putting into cheering him up.

"That is impossible for me," he began to answer. "Unlike with mortals, my memories never fade. The wounds on my body will heal without leaving a scar, no matter how bad they are, but the wounds on my soul stay with me forever. The grief, the rage, the hatred that I feel are still as fresh as the day they killed him. I can only do my best to try and not think of it, and the only reason why I do not go berserk whenever I am reminded of it is that I am well aware that his murderers have already passed centuries ago. I still can not forgive them for taking him away from me, and I still do not feel guilty about the ones that I killed before Goean stepped in and shielded them from me. Moving on will always be impossible for me."

Murtagh frowned, he refused to accept that. He himself had once thought the same way, he had thought that he was alone in this world, that he always would be, and that all he could do was fight for his own survival.

If only he had known then how wrong he had been with that idea, maybe he wouldn't have been drowning in despair for such a long time. Now, the memory seemed almost like a bad dream to him.

No longer was he alone, no longer was he forced to fight just to survive. Now, he had thorn. Now, he had his half brother Eragon. Now, he had his friendship with Nasuada. He was happy now, and he chose to fight to protect that happiness and the people that couldn't protect themselves.

He was so entirely different from who he had been that he sometimes wondered if he had lost himself, until thorn reminded him that that was a good thing.

He couldn't even fathom how Iara had stayed sane when he had been suffering in his own darkness for millennia, having lost the one he had loved the most in such a pointless and despicable way along with his best friend that had betrayed him when he exacted his revenge and the love of the people that had turned into fear.

He refused to accept that Iara could not heal from it and was cursed to spend his eternal, forever unending existence suffering from this. He wouldn't - he couldn't let that happen, especially not when no one else seemed to be trying to help him escape his darkness.

"Maybe you should try living amongst mortals again. I know that many of us aren't worthy of your help, especially a lot of us humans. Many of us are greedy, selfish, cowardly and without empathy. But nobody is entirely bad. Nobody chooses to be bad unless they have an alternative. In good times, you can see help and support everywhere from everyone, it's just that times of war - times like these - bring out both, the best and the worst in people. And I think that once you learn to see that, maybe you will be able to forgive the ones that killed him, and more importantly, understand why he didn't defend himself against them, why he asked you to forgive them even as he was dying. And i think that, once you see the same light in them as he did, even you might be able to move on."

Iara listened to Murtaghs words closely, his admiration towards him ever growing. He could not believe in a brighter future himself, but strangely enough, he could believe in Murtaghs hope for him.

Maybe, after all this time alone, Murtagh would be the one to break his curse and help him heal, help him hope, help him see the good in this world again.