the truth serum meme.

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The Truth Serum Meme
The cliche and tired trope used to create conflict or acts of realization.

And congrats, now your character is inflicted by such a trope! Be it magic, drugs, or other means. Regardless of how, your character has lost the ability to lie or be dishonest.

Are you going to tell your childhood crush how you really feel? Or maybe tell your best friend about the double life you live? Perhaps this is a good time to admit to murder... hm.

Leave your character's name in the comment section.

Characters ask you a question, you must reply truthfully.

Have fun, no lying.

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[bracchium]

What brought you to the airport? [Because he doesn't really know Clint or trust him too much, but there's no denying Clint's sacrifice.

[cognitived]

[ oh boy. there's a heaved sigh. ]

Years ago, Steve gave me a chance when nobody else would've. He didn't know me, sure as hell didn't trust me, but he didn't even hesitate. I didn't want to be part of the Avengers Initiative, y'know? Fury'd scrapped it years before, and hell, I was always better solo, but --

[ A pause, a wordless impression there at the edge of Bucky's mind. Words can't quite encompass the edge of fond respect that wells up in his chest. ]

Nat might've brought me back, but Steve put me back in the field. I owe him a debt I can never repay. So him coming to me for help? No way I'd turn him down.

[bracchium]

[The sentiment brushing against Bucky's mind is familiar and the words much the same. Every one he's talked to that knows Steve seems to have a similar story. Steve gave them a chance when no one else would.

And, for whatever reason, Steve put all his resources into backing a broken soldier.]

What happened after the airport? [Because more guilt is totally necessary.]

[cognitived]

[ Hell, Clint should've known this was coming. ]

We made the choice, don't blame yourself for it. [ He warns, shoving aside the need to respond that wells up. It's mostly for Sam's sake, because he'd wanted to keep it quiet. But -- still. ]

After the airport, they cuffed us and handed us over to Ross' men. We'd figured they'd hold us, or something -- but none of us expected to be drop off in a fuckin' underwater gitmo.

[ a pause, a breath. ]

Could've been a lot worse, probably would've gotten worse. Far as Ross and his guys were concerned, we weren't going anywhere. Wanda was our heavy hitter, and they kept her in a straight jacket, drugged her out of her mind. Given time, I probably could've gotten us out of our cells, but we didn't have a way off the Raft.