“Designate it the Winter Soldier.” Karpov stepped back, satisfaction filling his face. “Prep the first memory shock pattern and—”
“Wipe him.”
Adult, angst. This fic ate my heart and spit it out. Oh, Bucky! I don’t think I’ve ever read such a gut-wrenching description of how the Asset was created. This was written pre-Civil War, and canon was actually kinder to him, something to which I clung while descending into the darkness…