Six Sentence Sunday
Sep. 1st, 2019 06:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boogiewoogiebuglegalI'll preface this by saying that a good part of Bucky's character in TATS is not only the standard Winter Soldier-Recovery arc (because, trigger words and all the associated trauma of having been made to be an assassin for 70 years) but also his evolving recognition that he has the right to happiness, to a life and his rediscovery of who he is without a war or without a reason to fight. (Which sounds an awful lot like Steve's own evolution, and it is, but they're coming at it from different angles.)
Bucky's chapters have a fair amount more flashback sequences than the other characters in the story, because part of learning (and relearning) who he is, is him regaining at least some of his memories. This section is from one of them.
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“How is she?” Rebecca asked. She was twelve and their ma had fallen on the ice just outside their tenement. Mrs. Rogers had come before starting her own shift at the hospital, but after a few moments terse, careful examination, had agreed it was best to send for the doctor. If he’d come. It wasn’t always easy to find someone who would come to a tenement in the dead of winter. Still, their dad had gone to find the doctor.
Jeannie was squawking---of course she was, with ma laid up in the big bed and in too much pain to feed her. Bucky watched as Rebecca heated up a tin of milk on their stove. “Mrs. Rogers says possible concussion and a sprained ankle.”
Rebecca added a bit of Caro syrup to the milk and stirred it. “Can you bring Jeannie over here? Not sure if she’ll take a bottle from me but she’s got to be fed.”
“Needs her diaper changed too,” Bucky put in, sniffing the air.
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Your hands broken? Change her diaper then bring her here so I can feed her.”
Bucky's chapters have a fair amount more flashback sequences than the other characters in the story, because part of learning (and relearning) who he is, is him regaining at least some of his memories. This section is from one of them.
--//--
“How is she?” Rebecca asked. She was twelve and their ma had fallen on the ice just outside their tenement. Mrs. Rogers had come before starting her own shift at the hospital, but after a few moments terse, careful examination, had agreed it was best to send for the doctor. If he’d come. It wasn’t always easy to find someone who would come to a tenement in the dead of winter. Still, their dad had gone to find the doctor.
Jeannie was squawking---of course she was, with ma laid up in the big bed and in too much pain to feed her. Bucky watched as Rebecca heated up a tin of milk on their stove. “Mrs. Rogers says possible concussion and a sprained ankle.”
Rebecca added a bit of Caro syrup to the milk and stirred it. “Can you bring Jeannie over here? Not sure if she’ll take a bottle from me but she’s got to be fed.”
“Needs her diaper changed too,” Bucky put in, sniffing the air.
Rebecca rolled her eyes. “Your hands broken? Change her diaper then bring her here so I can feed her.”
