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HELP ME FIND THIS FANFIC PLEASE AND THANK YOU!

(Disclaimer) The way I'm explaining it is coming from memory which may not be totally correct so I apologize and hope someone can find it with the information I have.

I know for sure it’s most likely Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes, but I don't remember if it’s on AO3 or a Wattpad. (Most likely AO3) Sam Wilson is a side character as well as possibly Helen Cho, T’Challa, and Shuri as the part I remember takes place in Wakanda. It would also fall under the tag of Hurt/Injured Steve Rogers or Hidden Injury. Another thing I remember is that it was Civil War and right after Tony, Bucky, and Steve fought in Siberia they went to Wakanda to get Bucky’s mind and arm fixed. I think that Steve had gone to rescue the others in the raft (after Bucky went into cryo) including Sam with his hidden injuries otherwise I’m not sure how Sam had gotten to Wakanda with Steve and Bucky but I don't remember any of the other captured Avengers with them but they could have been with them. It was T’Challa, Steve, and Sam talking and so Steve thanked T’challa for help in Siberia and helping Bucky (I don't think Bucky was in this conversation since I think he was in cryo MAYBE), and then Steve started to walk down the hall. Steve then passed out in the hallway and Sam ran towards Steve to help him, It turned out Steve was hiding that his whole chest and sternum were bruised from Tony's repulsor.

whump is always better when the whumpee is gagged

Doctor having to enter in casual/private/plain clothes, because whumpee shows such a viscerally negative reaction to anyone in a coat/med clothing.

Maybe they thought about restraining whumpee, but the struggling would reopen wounds. Or they thought about sedating whumpee, but the sedative would interact negatively with the plethora of other medications whumpee is already taking.

Or maybe they just decided that a change of clothes is the most humane thing to do.

desperately need more stereotypically noncon whump tropes used in completely nonsexual whump scenes

weeks after being rescued whumpee finds a video of their torture on the darknet with millions of views and sickening comments

whumpee worrying/thinking that whumper is right about that whumpee being high on the pain means whumpee likes what whumper is doing to them

whumpee who is fine otherwise until someone does something relatively mild that whumpee associates with the whump. whumpee getting instant flashbacks and being reduced to a shell of themselves for the time being / pales immediately, not getting out a single word, completely frozen like a deer in headlights

rescued whumpee worrying that everyone who interacts with them secretly harbors the desire to hurt whumpee for their own enjoyment. that no one can see them as human, that everyone sees them as just a punching bag

whumpee who freezes with wide eyes at the slightest sign of violence against them

whumpee who is incredibly embarrassed about what whumper did to them

"it's your fault you look so punchable" / whumper victim blaming whumpee

whumpee being scared caretaker might drop their act and behave like whumper

"Hey, you awake?"

Whumpee shuddered, trying to turn their head away. Gritting their teeth, they tried to ignore the feeling of Whumper's ice-cold hands on their skin, lingering by a large cut that was still bleeding sluggishly.

"I know you're awake," Whumper whispered, digging their sharp fingernails into Whumpee's cut. Whumpee screamed, every muscle in their body tensing at the pain and Whumper's touch.

"Knew it," Whumper smirked, turning away.

Caretaker cutting up whumpees food for them because it’s hard/painful for them to do it themselves

Whumpee wearing caretakers clothes because they don’t have many of their own or their old clothes don’t feel like they belong to them anymore.

Caretaker speaking up for whumpee in social settings because their anxiety is dialed up to 100 even just in a coffee shop or grocery store

Whumpee leaning on caretakers arm because sometimes it’s hard to stay upright/they’re afraid to get left behind

Caretaker offering whumpee their coat because they get colder more easily/the cold makes injuries new and old alike ache again

Whumpee and caretaker cuddling on the couch because they’ve been so touch starved for so long but caretaker is the only one they trust to be so close.

Caretaker leaning in close to hear and speak to whumpee, because they tend to whisper now, and/or loud noises spook them, especially voices

Whumpee and caretaker sharing a bed because they don’t feel safe alone anymore/it prevents nightmares

Caretaker opening doors for whumpee because it’s hard for them/their mobility aid gets in the way

Whumpee asking for caretakers opinion on everything because they only trust them/their sense of normalcy has been broken or is nonexistent

Caretaker complimenting whumpee as a way to combat their conditioning/boost their self esteem

Just, a somewhat pseudo romantic relationship between the whumpee and caretaker, made all the more complicated by any real feelings they may have.

Whumper dragging a screaming, crying, begging Whumpee and mercilessly throwing them at the feet of Someone Worse™

That'll teach Whumpee exactly how good they have it with Whumper, they'll be so nice and docile for them once they are back *home*

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.

Whumpers saying "I'm sorry"

In a soft coo as a knife is dragged along whumpee’s skin, “I’m sorry, darling. I don’t want to hurt you, you know that but we can’t have you trying to escape, can we?”  

With mockery dripping from whumper’s tongue. “Aw, did that hurt? I’m sorry.” 

Staring into the eyes of whumpee after they successfully escape,  head slightly cocked. “I’m sorry but you were so very easy to hurt, how could I have ever passed that up?” 

“Oh I’m sorry.” Whumper tears out the knife from caregiver’s throat, blood painting over everything like the slow draw of shadows at dusk. “Was that your friend?” 

A hand clasping onto whumpee’s shoulder after they’ve been free for weeks, many months, hot breath tickling the side of their face “I’m sorry, I’m the last person you want to see, huh?” 

Whumpee blubbering apologies at whumper’s feet. Whumper kneels down, taking whumpee’s quivering face in their hands, ever so gently, cupping their cheeks. A smile that could have warmed even the coldest of hearts slid over their lips. “No, no. I’m sorry for thinking I could give you an inch of freedom. I should have known you couldn’t handle it.” 

“Oops, sorry. I meant to carve that into your right side. Guess we’ll have to just do it again, my mistake.” 

“I’m sorry? Do you think that’s good enough? A simple ‘I’m sorry’ after how bad you’ve been? How about you try again but at my feet this time?” 

Bitches be like, ‘This is my favourite character!’ *Traumatises the ever-loving shit out of them* ‘I love them so much! They’re my precious baby!’ *Puts them through every form of torture known to man* ‘I just want them to be happy!’ *Puts them through so much shit that they have multiple mental breakdowns on screen*

It’s me, I’m bitches.