CA:TWS Fic: Till the Shadows Lengthen, and Evening Comes

[dira]

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 Sudis
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: 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.

Comments

[iulia]

So happy that you are so happy, bb. <3