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Sensory deprivation meme

the SENSORY DEPRIVATION meme:
You know those things you rely on to navigate you properly through life?
Senses? Yeah, well, kiss those goodbye.

(TRIGGER WARNING: This meme deals with the loss of senses:
blindness, inability to feel. If the concept of blindness, deafness
and/or the loss of any of your senses bothers you, please do NOT play this meme)

✖ Post with your character name/fandom/options for scenarios
(ie; het/slash fluff/smut) and your prompt.
✖ Use RNG to pick your numbers.
1-5 for regular senses, 6-10 for moral sense, 11-16 for cracky senses.

The Basic Five

1. Sense of Sight - Whether you woke up that way, had an accident, a brain tumor expanded or you had a bad reaction to something, you're now blind. Fully and completely. Watch out for that bu--*wince*

2. Sense of Smell - Did someone step in dog crap? It could be you, but you'd never know. You've lost your sense of smell. I guess there's no stopping by the roses for you, huh?

3. Sense of Hearing - "I'M NOT YELLING!!" Yes, yes you are. And no matter how loud you crank AC/DC, you're never hearing Highway to Hell again. Guess I shouldn't have gotten you the Stones compalition CD's, huh?

4. Sense of Taste - No, it doesn't taste like chicken. In fact, it doesn't taste like anything. Perfect time to get that friend that burns everything to cook for you - at least it'll make them happy and you can smile through the whole ordeal.

5. Sense of Touch - Where'd you get that bruise? Or that gaping knife wound? No clue. You have utterly lost the ability to feel anything, like your body is enveloped in fuzzy packing tape. Punch the wall all you want, you ain't gonna feel anything.

The Guiding Factors

6. Sense of Right and Wrong - Tripping people that get in your way? Taking candy from babies? Killing someone that hurt you and yours? All sound like pretty good ideas right about now. Your entire moral code has been thrown into the 'grey' area. There is no right or wrong, only what you want.

7. Sense of Decency - Things that just 'aren't done' are in play for you now. Evicting old ladies and orphans because they can't pay? Pff. Good. Lousy Mooching leeches. Hitting on that underage and naive little thing? Puh-leeze, they're an easy mark. Deflower, deport and debauch yourself to your heart's content.

8. Sense of Self - You don't even know who you are anymore. What are you doing with your life? What's it all mean? What the hell's it for? Why even bother to get up in the morning? Are you going to go try and 'find' yourself? Or just give up?

9. Sense of Preservation - Your life? Means about as much as a mouse fart. Why should you step out of the way of that speeding train? You were there first. Mouthing off to that huge, angry, overpumped steroid-faced goon sounds like a good idea too. He took your seat. And he smells.

10. Sense of Empathy - That ability that lets you put yourself in the shoes of others, to relate to them? Gone. No, you don't know what they're feeling, and quite frankly, you don't want to. You have your own things to deal with, and they're much more important. Why? Because they're yours.

The Quirky Ones

11. Sense of Humor - Wait, am I supposed to laugh now? You have to take your cue from those around you, laughing when they do, usually a little bit late and a little too long. Not even a fart joke will crack a smile.

12. Sense of Direction - You couldn't find your ass with both hands. Literally. You tried. And wound up getting thrown in the clink for inappropriate conduct with a nun. Don't drop the soa-- Too late.

13. Sense of Modesty - So what if you're using a belt as a skirt. It looks good, right? Bending over and showing off too much isn't an issue for you, neither is changing in the middle of the store if you just have to wear that cute little shirt now.

14. Sense of Fashion - Yes, you think a pink polka-dotted bikini top goes just smashingly with the neon green bellbottoms. Bubblewrap tops? Freakin' awesome. Put it on and flaunt it, and watch people's eyes bleed.

15. Sense of Timing - "What do you mean now's a bad time?" Yes, because you think trying to pick up a girl at her husband's funeral is a good thing. What? She's single. You're late to everything. A clock? Wassat? Strange, foreign words...

16. Mix and Match - You poor bastard, you've lost more than one sense. 2? 3? The whole lot? Who knows, that's up to you.

(reposted from memebells@lj, originally here)

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Sharon had lain down beside James again, curled against him so she could hear his heartbeat. She couldn't try to nap if she'd wanted to; after what had happened last time, she was afraid to sleep at all.

She sat up when the others came in, quickly hopping off the bed and to Steve's other side when she saw him leaning against Thor for support. Once again, it seemed that others had gone to fight while she'd been safe and passive.

"You okay?"

Steve managed a grimace. "Yeah. Got thrown into a wall, cracked a couple of ribs. I'll be fine, just need a chance to heal." He made his way to the other bed and sat on the edge. He started to pull off his uniform, revealing a chest mottled black and blue - not only from breaking his ribs, but also from being punched and kicked. He laid back with a groan. "How's James?"

"Still out of it." She took his shirt and absently folded it and set it on the foot of the bed. "So long as he isn't aware and unable to move, he's probably gotten out the best of all of us."

She sank back onto James' bed and buried her face in her hands. "Seems he's been unconscious more often than not lately."

Clint crossed to the bed and sat on the end of it. "Why don't you go get something to eat, Sharon? We're going to be here for a while taking care of Steve's ribs. If James starts to wake up I'm sure JARVIS is more than willing to let you know."

She looked at each of them, her mind unreasonably thinking that they might only look like themselves and might actually be the agents in disguise. She swallowed and leaned over to smooth James' hair.

"I'm good," she lied. "I can wait." That wasn't a lie. She already knew she could get by for weeks with too little food. She could wait until James woke up and could move again.

Clint sighed at Sharon, but didn't fight with her. They were all worn out, and Steve was busy just trying to breathe, his face more pale than a set of cracked ribs would normally make him. "Well I'm going to go get something to eat. Want something?" He got up, adjusting his quiver on his back.

"No, I'm-" She looked back to James. She had to eat and keep her strength up. She could trust Clint, couldn't she?

Listen to her. Of course she could.

"A sandwich is fine, thanks."

Clint nodded. He left the room, leaving Thor sitting in one of the chairs and Steve continuing to lay back.

He returned twenty minutes later with a tray full of food. He distributed sandwiches and drinks then settled across from Sharon with his own plate heaped with noodles and meat. He started to eat, watching Sharon closely.

She picked at her food. As hungry as she was, she didn't feel like eating anything right now. It was hard to eat when James was lying there helpless after an attack by Hydra.

It took her several seconds for her to notice Clint watching her and even more for her to realize he wasn't looking away.

"What?"

Clint shook his head after a moment, "No, it's nothing." He sighed and turned his attention to his spaghetti.

He lapsed into silence.

But, not even ten minutes later, James started to stir, his eyelids fluttering weakly. He blinked and looked around, trying to determine where he was exactly.

Despite her care and attention, Sharon had hung her head and didn't notice right away that Bucky's eyes were opening. It took her a couple seconds to realize he was awake, but immediately, she was gripping his hand and calling his name, her food forgotten.

"James? James, are you all right? It's me." She reached out to cup his cheek. "We're at Avengers Tower."

She couldn't bring herself to say he was safe from Hydra here, not when she'd thought he was before. She couldn't risk lying to him. She wouldn't do it.

"How do you feel?"

James stared at Sharon for a few seconds then finally managed to shrug his shoulders. He closed his eyes with a relieved sigh. "Tired," he finally mumbled.

Her heart skipped a beat. Had he really been looking at her? Or was he using her voice to find her?

This wasn't the time to ask. They had other concerns.

She stroked his cheek with a thumb. "If you want to rest, rest." Hydra would have gotten him if Thor, Steve, and Clint hadn't been there to help. He could feel worse than tired. "A Hydra agent managed to drug you. Hydra sent some Winter Soldiers to take you, but Steve, Clint, and Thor were there."

She scooted up the bed so she could lean against the wall near his head. "And I'm going to be crowding your space more than ever now," she added softly. It was either this or curling up against him again, and she'd just fall asleep eventually if she did that. She has to stay awake. She had to protect him until he could protect himself.

"Soldiers?" James went still for a moment before he sighed again. "How many? Were any killed?"

"Three of them." She looked to Steve. "We didn't lose any of our people."

She rested a hand on James' shoulder. It reassured her that he was all right.

"No... How many of them. Did you guys kill any of the Soldiers?" He sounds tired but still almost frantic. If the Soldiers had gotten away alive, they would be back. The mission wouldn't simply be abandoned. It probably wouldn't even if those three had been killed.

"There were four," Sharon offered. "They weren't a match for Steve and Thor."

She looked to the others. They hadn't said yet what had happened to the soldiers.

Thor shook his head. "We incapacitated two and they retreated before we could capture them."

"Incapacitated how?"

"One I rendered unconscious with lightning and one Captain Rogers hit in the head with his shield after the Soldier punched him in the ribs."

James frowned. They wouldn't retreat after something like that. They would fight until their mission was accomplished or they were dead. Unless it was part of their mission parameters... but why? A test?

"They'll be back," he finally said. "They'll start by testing security, if they haven't already done that."

Sharon looked at the others, worried. "JARVIS can hold them off a while, but we're going to have to move him. Preferably so they can't find him." And Natasha, the person who knew better than anyone how to do disappear, was gone. "And we have to assume that they will find him, which means we need someplace that's easy to defend. From Winter Soldiers."

It wasn't impossible, she told herself. It just sounded that way.

She rubbed James' shoulder. "Are you getting any feeling back at all?"

Clint nodded. "I know a couple of places. But let's not talk about it here." He leaned forward to touch James's hand. "Get some rest, man. Steve and Thor and I are here, we'll keep Sharon safe."

James nodded as well, then closed his eyes obligingly. He told Clint, voice thick with sleepiness, "Tell Nat about the Soldiers."

"I will." It would surprise absolutely nobody to learn that even with Natasha in deep cover, Clint would have some way to reach her.

They'd keep her safe, she echoed wryly in her mind. She wasn't the one she was worried about.

She dropped her gaze to James. But she was the one he was worried about.

She bit her lip and carefully moved down to lie beside him. "Let me know as soon as something happens," she told the others, her voice soft. "I don't care how small it is."

She settled down beside James and wrapped a protective arm around his chest. She was too worried to sleep, but SHIELD training had taught her how to overcome that. She made a note to tell Watson what had happened when she woke and let herself drift off.

Clint nodded.

As soon as Sharon laid down next to him, James relaxed. But as tired as he was, he couldn't sleep. All he could think about was the Soldiers. He had known about them, in a vague sort of sense, while still with Hydra, but as far as he had ever known, the attempts to create more assets like himself had all failed.

Obviously that wasn't the case anymore.

When Sharon awoke, the light on the windows indicated that the sun had slipped low into the sky. She yawned and settled her cheek against James' shoulder, holding that position until it occurred to her how ravenous she was.

She sat up and tucked the blankets around him more firmly, not wanting him to get cold now that she was no longer there. She watched him for a moment before turning her attention to the windows. From this vantage point, it didn't seem like the outside world was troubled in the slightest.

Her hand found his and covered it. She might be hungry, but this was one of the more peaceful moments they'd been able to have lately.

James had only managed to doze fitfully, his thoughts and worries keeping him awake. He listened to her move around, allowing her to tuck him in firmly without letting her know he was awake. He wanted to try to gauge how she was doing, without her trying to disguise anything.

But she wasn't talking, just moving around before returning to his side. Her hand curled around his, but it was starting to not be enough.

"I'm sick of being in this bed. And I really have to pee," he said abruptly, turning his face towards her.

She jumped when he spoke. The room had been so still and quiet - he had been so still and quiet - that the words were doubly startling.

She chuckled at his words. "I'm glad you mentioned that before I lie back down." She looked over her shoulder toward the doorway. "How do you want to do this? I can go get Steve... There's got to be a wheelchair around here somewhere, too. Want me to go look?"

She wasn't sure how much use she'd be if he felt he could only use a bedpan. She wasn't even sure he'd want her around for that. She didn't think she could support his full weight to carry him to the bathroom, either.

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despite me hacing a clint account, he's really fighting me... let's wake james up again.

Sounds great to me!

Re: Sounds great to me!

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Nuts. Forgot there there four of them, not three.

Re: Nuts. Forgot there there four of them, not three.

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