He can smell the room. He can smell the fires, streets away, he can smell the dust from shattered stone, the dead, the smells of the house, food, the humidity in the air and the faecal smell of the dead body of the child on the floor, mixed with the blood-iron from her slashed throat.
Part of the podfic series for (even if i could) make a deal with god, by Feather.
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Author's tags: Dissociation; Flashbacks; Guilt; Hydra did a number on Bucky; Dissociative States; Disabled Character; Mentally Ill Character
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Oof. This one was hard. Fortunately for all of us, I have an entire weekend to myself, so I will not be leaving you on this unpleasant note for long! A Mercedes fic next, i think.
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