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The Slave Auction Meme

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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

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He worries and frets the whole time, hoping that this is just James fighting off the drugs. Steve knows he'd have a hard time living with himself if he'd bought the man only to have him die now. He honestly is trying to give him a better life.

As soon as they stop, he's picking him up and carrying him into the emergency room. This place needs more funding and he can see that before anything else happens. Steve can only lobby for it a little. He's always done his best to help behind the scenes but that isn't easy to do.

"I just bought him at an auction house," Steve explains, following the doctor and laying Bucky out on the table of the room they go in. "They had him on a bunch of drugs. I couldn't tell you what. Something that made him docile. He started coming down from them in the car, shaking and he looked like he might throw up. He's been out now for about fifteen minutes."

The doctor shakes his head curls falling into his face, a low growl coming from his as anger flashes across his face. "Damn auction houses." He levels a glare at Steve and his military uniform, when I blond comes in wearing black bdu's, combat boots, and a purple shirt with the liberation logo on it. a loose dark green color hanging around his throat with a few ID tags clicking on it.

He pushes a supply cart, "Another one?" The blond sighed pushing his fingers through the doctors tangle of curls and that seems to calm the man.

"Yeah, third one today." He nods opening pulling out the supplies and starts putting a tube down Bucky's throat. "Wear gonna pump his stomach." He says flatly. "Should bring him too, we'll give him fluilds after, he'll need to stay for a few hours, and he'll go through withdrawls when you get him home." The doctor says seriously.

"You can not give him anymore drugs, no matter what he asks for, could take a few days." He says turning on the machine and hooking up an IV.

He doesn't shy away from glare. Steve knows what the uniform suggests but he's not one of those people. If he were, he wouldn't be here right now. His goal is to give this man a life not to abuse him more. His gaze shifts to the man that comes in and care he seems to have for the doctor. It's not something that's usually seen and definitely no something he had experienced when he'd been on that side of things.

"Whatever is necessary," he replies simply, shifting so he's out of the way. Steve nods in understanding, "I won't. I don't keep drugs in the house anyway."

They start to pump Bucky's stomach and it's disgusting as they empty the man's stomach and give him charcoal to absorb whatever's left. They hook up IV fluids to keep him from dehydrating, and he slowly starts to come too.

Dr. Banner smiles at him a little, "You're going to be alright."

"You shoulda let me die." Bucky mumbles and the blond helping in the clinic has a look of understanding cross his face.

"Things'll get better soon, you'll see." Banner says shooting Steve another glare.

It is disgusting and for Steve, even more to think that someone could force this on another person. He's been there. With his size and strength, he's been on Bucky's side things with the drugs. SHIELD had been a lucky break. The luckiest thing that had ever happened to him. He's trying to be that for the man he's just bought but it's not an easy road.

Steve is relieved when James starts to come to. It's hard to hear the man's response to still being alive but it'll take time. It's enough right now that he has the chance to prove it to him.

The doctor shooting him a glare gets one back. Steve is here isn't he? He's doing everything he can to make him comfortable. Any other slave master would have taken him back or dumped him on the side of the road to die. Steve is at a hospital.

"They will," he agrees. "I already told you I'm not like the rest."

Edited 2013-09-12 07:05 (UTC)

Bucky sucks in a breath and starts to sit up a little, Bruce helps him putting a couple of pillows behind him, and gives him a glass of water. Bucky takes a slow sip, still shaky and looks over at Steve expression slightly changed. Not warm but not daggers.

Bruce looks over Steve for a moment then goes back to Bucky, "You'll be fine, you'll have the shakes for a bit, but a good meal and some help and you'll be fine." He says softly.

"Yeah... things are starting to get better." Clint nods fingers tracing the collar around his neck. "In some places anyway."

"I haven't seen anything good." Bucky says voice dry and gravelly from having his stomach pumped, he takes another sip of water and winces.

"Here..." Bruce opens the cabinet and pulls out a throat spray, "Open." He gives Bucky a couple of sprays and puts it back in the cabinet. "It will be sore for awhile that should help, you'll need to stay overnight get a few rounds of fluids in you."

"Alright." He says he looks over to Steve to see weather or not the man is going to listen to the doc.

He listens to all the instructions that they give Bucky and watches as they sit him up. They're a long way from anyone trusting him apparently with the looks he keeps getting from the doctors. He hopes what Clint says is true. He wants things to get better for everyone. Maybe then Bucky would believe him.

Steve nods at the doctor's orders, "Alright, no problem. I'd rather make sure that he's healthy."

Of course, that means that he's staying too because he's not going to let the man escape. He has a feeling this hospital would happily ignore one of their slave patients disappearing otherwise.

The doctor nods, opinion maybe slowly changing of Steve, Bruce and Clint leave the room, Clint looks over at Bucky and gives him a small smile. "I'll go get you some lunch, we don't have much but food will help with the shakes." He says like he knows from experience.

Bucky looks at Steve for a moment blinking a little. "Who are you..." He asks not believing this man could be a slave owner.

He hopes their opinion of him will change. Steve is doing the best he can do here for a slave he's only known for a few hours at most. He doesn't protest Clint's offer because it sounds like a good idea. He'll figure something out for himself in a little bit; he'll order in if he has to.

Steve shifts to pull up the rickety chair that's sitting in the corner of the room and he tries to make himself comfortable.

"Captain Steve Rogers," he repeats from earlier. "Not everyone agrees with the slave trade. Unfortunately, there's a lot of pressure from higher up to own. I figure they want to keep it around as long as possible. Most of the revolution cells are still in the lower classes. Those of us that don't want to own but..." he tilts his head from side to side, unhappy with his choices of words. "...essentially have to. It's complicated, but we do our best to treat slaves as equals. You won't be mistreated with me; you have my word on that."

Bucky shakes his head a little, he's having trouble believing that, in any way shape or form. "Yeah... sorry pal, not really gonna believe you on that one." he snorts dirty hair falling into his face. "I can't trust your word, I don't trust anybody's word." He says and there is a loneliness around his eyes as he says it.

Clint comes back in a few minutes later with a couple of salami sandwiches chips and a big glass of milk. "Eat slow, or you'll puke... trust me, I know from experience." He grins a little, setting the tray next to Bucky's bed. "You can shower after you eat." He adds nodding to the bathroom. "I can get you a pair of clean scrubs."

"Thanks." Bucky nods his thanks to Clint and picks up a sandwich taking a small bite.

"That's alright," Steve shrugs at the comment. "Honestly, I don't blame you. With the way things are nowadays, it's hard to take anyone at their word. Actions speak louder and I hope the fact that you're here, getting medical treatment, says something to you."

He glances back toward the door as Clint comes in with a couple sandwiches and Steve keeps quiet as the nurse talks, more than okay with the two interacting. Some masters might have a problem with it but he really is trying give the other man as much freedom as possible. The only hard thing about the hospital scenario is keeping him from running off.

"We'll get you some clothes when you feel up to it," Steve adds on the end of Clint's comment. "There are a few shops I know that don't care who you are so long as you can pay for things."

"I've been patched up before by other owners, don't act like you are doing me a favor." He says coldly picking up the sandwich and taking a bite. "It means nothing."

Bucky rolls his eyes at the offering of clothes and focuses eating the food Clint brought in for him. He couldn't figure out this guys angel.

“I don’t expect you to believe me,” he repeats to Bucky as he watches him eat. “It’s different this time. I promise you. Something I know doesn’t mean anything yet but it will, give it time.” Steve is nonchalant and genuine; he’s not lying about any of this but he’s been there and he knows that slaves learn pretty quickly to distrust their masters.

Bucky takes another bit of his sandwich and is quiet studying Steve for a long moments as he eats. "Bullshit. But what ever keep trying to play your mind game."

Steve keeps his gaze on Bucky as the man searches him. He hopes that he finds whatever he's looking for but apparently he doesn't. It's okay--he's patient.

He just shrugs, "Alright, we're just going to focus on getting you healed up."

"Right, we" He says flatly finishing the food in front of him. But something inside him is starting to believe, and that worries him. He looks at the blond again, and wonders if he's all there.

Oh, he's definitely all there. He's just been in Bucky's place so he knows how it feels and he's not going to be one of those masters.

Steve is quiet as Bucky finishes his food and the empty plates are taken away. He drums his fingers idly on the chair arm and offers, "You can ask me questions if you want. I'll answer."

"I really don't have anything to say to some asshole in a uniform who supports the government that fucked up my life." He says coldly. "You're just another puppet of the machine, that cost me my family and my arm."

"I never had a family," Steve responds quietly. He's not raising his voice or being harsh about it. "I grew up an orphan under government care."

It's not entirely true but it's not entirely a lie either. Technically he had been orphan in the government's care. They had just sold him off and then the scientists had found him to turn him into this.

"And I don't support the government entirely," he adds. "If I did, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have saved your life. I wouldn't be trying to make you comfortable. We're not all bad."

"Still part of the machine and not doing anything to stop it, silence is still support." James says flatly.

"I would have rather died for the cause, then be someone's bed warmer." But with one arm he's not much help to the cause now.

“Putting myself in a position to be turned into a slave doesn’t help anyone either,” Steve responds sharply. He doesn’t like the insinuation that he’s doing nothing. He’s still terrified they’ll come and drag him back to that life. He knows what it’s like to be someone’s bed warmer. He would rather die for the cause. “I’m doing what I can when the votes come around.”

He takes a deep breath, “And I told you, I’m not interested in that.”

"Keep telling yourself that you're making a difference." He says flatly gazing at the ceiling. "But what have you changed?"

"More than you know," he responds shortly, because he's managed to change his own life and it came with the high cost of having to follow SHIELD's orders. Steve isn't proud of it but he's doing what he can without putting himself back in chains. "But it's clear we're going to disagree and I don't blame you. We both have to deal with it."

He doesn't talk to Steve instead he sips slowly at the glass of milk.

Clint comes back in and sets a clean pair of scrubs on the nightstand in the room, and checks the fluid pack, removing it and the IV for the moment.

"You're gonna need another round of fluids in a few hours, but you can shower now though."

He looks between them and Steve before moving out of the room.

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