snowblindrpg | [log] A Matter of Trust [closed]

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[log] A Matter of Trust [closed]

Characters: John Watson and Bucky Barnes
Location Building 235 (the Aquarium)
Date: Day 160 - Night
Summary: John's come to try to help Bucky with his frostbitten arm. Bucky was using that as a lure for a trap to interrogate Watson about what he knows. It's not going to end well for anyone.
Warnings: Excessive violence, blood, gangrene grossness

[The aquarium has the feel of a small-town tourist attraction, the sort built to give people just stopping to fuel up on petrol a reason to stay for an hour or two. As John makes it into the place, it's early evening. There are various aquariums inside that, according to plaques beside them, once showcased various Alaskan fish; they're empty now. He checks in the bathroom and finds that the water does, indeed run hot, and that's a relief. The whole atmosphere is kind of eerie, with the water casting rippling patterns on the walls, ceilings, and floors, but there's warm water, and John's just going to have to wait for Bucky since a look around tells him he's alone.

After washing up, himself in the sink, and taking the moment to shave and wash his hair, John goes looking in the gift shop. He finds a stuffed dolphin that he decides to keep for Ecks. As that leaves him still with no Bucky and time to occupy himself, the doctor sends a brief message out:]

@jwatson > @username
I'm here.

[When Bucky arrives, John is entirely preoccupied using his tablet light to read some of the plaques. His ears are tuned for the sounds of others, but someone making the effort could probably sneak up on him.]

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I said 'no.'

[John's own stance shifts. Everything tenses as he waits to spring.]

I only know Bucky Barnes from the first Captain America movie. I don't know what the hell Charlie was talking about, but he's from 2015. It's only 2013 in my time. I'm assuming there was a second film. They usually do them in trilogies these days.

The film I know followed the story of Steve Rogers' transformation from an asthmatic kid in Brooklyn to the super soldier Captain America. Bucky Barnes was his best friend growing up and they joined the army together. He joined the Howling Commandos as World War II wore on, worked with his team to disable HYDRA bases. He fell off a train in the middle of a fight with HYDRA agents and died. Or I assumed he had until I met you here and you told me anything otherwise.

[There's a pause.]

I had no idea who you were when we first spoke, y'know?

[A twisted part of him almost wishes he could see the film, see how he's presented on the big screen. Maybe even see pieces of his life that he still hasn't remembered yet. But a larger part of him is disturbed, viscerally so, by something so private on view to anyone from John's world.

His right hand curls into a loose fist, the creak of his leather gloves loud in the momentary silence.]

You knew by the time I told you about HYDRA.

[It's an accusation, not a question. That's where the betrayal came, he felt led into revealing things he never would have otherwise.]

And I'm sorry I knew, sir. But I can't pull something in my head out. I wish I didn't know. But that story was Captain Rogers', not yours. Which is why I tried to get to know you and the man you've become, not just the person I saw on screen and only had snapshots of.

[John holds his ground.]

Some people here knew who I was from the moment I said my name. Or thought they did. If you don't think I know what it's like, sir, you're wrong.

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You should have told me.

[He never would have trusted him, not even for a second, but he wouldn't have felt betrayed. Not that he's about to start wailing about lost friendships, that's beyond this.]

You're trying to tell me you're the real John Watson?

[He had just assumed his parents had been fans, John Watson can't be that much of an unusual name.]

[That question gets John bristling more than anything else Bucky's said up to this point.]

Yes. Of course I am.

[Only the barest widening of his eyes shows how surprised he is, but he shouldn't be. Different worlds, different realities. If he can be a movie character, why not the reverse of a fictional character becoming real?]

That doesn't change anything, you still should have told me. The others too.

Yes. That's become extremely clear in the last several days. After the first time with Captain Rogers and Ms. Carter, I just... [Didn't want to deal with the existential crisis.]

It sounds mad when you tell someone they're fictional. You feel like a voyeur and you never meant to be. I know these things that I don't want to know about you, sir. About the others. I haven't and I don't plan on using them against you, though.

[Except that... one warning about Natasha to Alfie.]

[Part of him can see where Watson is coming from. If he had realised before that Watson was the real Watson, would he have told him? Would he have tried to hide it out of compassion? Neither. The truth was that he likely would have hidden it because it was knowledge he could potentially use.

Does that give him any right to judge Watson for the same?

No. But he still does, irrational and unfair though it may be. More than that, he still needs all the information he has. Not just on him, because he's not sure he buys that he didn't know about HYDRA, it seems too convenient, but about the others too.

He sighs, shoulders slumping.]

I wish I could believe you.

[The implication is there that he doesn't, and his eyes grow harder once more.]

I don't want to hurt you.

[But he will.]

Tell me what I need to know, about the others, about everything.

[And they're back around to this. John's grip on the scalpel had been loosening, but it tightens once more.]

If they want to know what I know, they can come asking for themselves. I'm sorry, but I've broken enough confidences. I don't know what you know about them. I won't be telling you anything unless you're asking after the Joker. Him, I'll tell you about.

[Because the Joker is an evil psychopath.]

[He really doesn't want this to turn into a fight.

He's trying so hard to be a better man, to live up to the Bucky that Steve knew. But Steve isn't here any more, god only knows if he's been programmed again while here, and everything seems like it's spiralling out of control.]

I don't want to hurt you.

[It's quieter on repeat, almost a plea for Watson to understand. Tony shared some things in confidence with him, terrible things, that he needs to know if Watson knows. He promised to find out.]

Then don't.

[It's as simple as that.]

You're the one in control of your actions here, Sergeant Barnes.

I know.

[His expression twists, half regret and half resolve.]

I need that information. If I have to make you tell me, I will.

[There's a long pause.]

That's not gonna happen, son.

[John moves, not toward Bucky, but to the side, trying to put the tank between the two of them while he figures out... what the hell he's going to do. Get to the bathroom and call Clint? He can't run from Bucky all night, certainly.

That's what he'll aim for. He just needs to keep ahold of his tablet.]

[He knew it would come to a fight in the end. It always did.

He's prepared for the movement, though not the exact direction Watson chooses to go for. He's only a split second behind in his own movements, the die has been cast now and the course has been set, he only has one recourse.

Instead of going for a dash around the tank, he chooses the path least resistance and literally vaults it, landing hard and immediately running to try and tackle Watson to the ground.]

[There's a loud thud and... what the hell? Did he just vault the tank? There are times when John very much envies taller people. This is one of them. Well, and Bucky's just got the enhancements for it. John is very aware that he's shorter and slower and never going to outrun the other man on a flat-out race.

The aquarium isn't very big, but it's big enough. The fact that it's dark doesn't help much, either. He zigzags around tanks, heading in the general direction for where he remembers the bathrooms. Right over by the gift shop. Yes.

If Bucky manages to get close enough for a good lunging tackle, he'll find John goes down relatively easy, and then attempts to roll them so that he's on top. Getting put under the larger man is going to end poorly for the doctor, and he's very aware of it.]

[Bucky has no enhancements here, but he has the benefit of decades of specialised and intensive training. If there's one thing he knows how to do well, it's fight and make the most of his surroundings doing it.

But he's also at a disadvantage, which he finds when he gets Watson down onto the ground. He jars his shoulder just at the wrong angle so that pain lances through him, distraction more than enough to get rolled and pinned underneath Watson. It's probably obvious from the hiss through his teeth and the way his left arm hangs awkwardly, that he can't use it currently.

He doesn't take it well, lashing out with his flesh fist to try and punch Watson clean in the temple.]

Bloody-!

[Well, he's lost his tablet, and he's about to bring his scalpel to bear, but John sees Bucky's fist coming and has to jerk to the side. The fist connects hard below his temple and knocks him to the side. His own free arm comes up on that side, though, and tries to wrap around Bucky's arm. It's rather aggressive, but he's going to try to yank Bucky's arm out of the socket, if he can. It's clear his other one is useless right now.

He is smaller and off balance, though. Bucky might well be able to throw John off before he gets the proper leverage. The doctor aims to be very quick about it.]

Edited 2016-09-21 20:31 (UTC)

[It's clear that Watson has more hand to hand fighting experience than expected. Bucky knew he would have some, he was in the armed forces, but the move and the strategy behind it are excellent.

Lucky for him and his sole remaining working arm, he's used to people trying to damage him. He jerks away enough that the move only wrenches the arm, not dislocating it. It hurts a lot, but he doesn't stop, fighting through pain is a norm.

Now that John is off him, he scrambles back to his feet, pivoting once he reaches his knees to kick out. He's aiming for the ribs. A man fights far less well with broken ribs.]

[John doesn't recover fast enough to avoid the kick, but he goes with the motion of the impact, rather than trying to resist it to minimize the chance that his ribs will break. Down on the ground with a larger person is not a winning strategy unless he can get back on top of Bucky and bring his scalpel into the fray.

Or he could go after the injured arm. The doctor in him is resistant to that because it means further injury that he's going to have to deal with. But. Well. Options are limited here. John rolls out of Bucky's immediate kicking range, fighting through his own pain. That kick might well have fractured something. If nothing else, his right side is going to be very bruised and tender. What's worse is the kick has knocked some of the air out of him.

John makes it up to his hands and knees, pulls out his keys, and chucks them at Bucky's face for a distraction. If that works, he'll lunge forward, aiming specifically for Bucky's useless arm, trying to grab and wrench that.

God, he hates having to use this tactic. It's his fault Bucky's frostbite has gotten this bad.]

Edited 2016-09-21 20:57 (UTC)

[He sees the small projectile coming for his face, but he doesn't realise it's keys right away. Only that he needs to move. He closes his eyes momentarily in order to keep them safe and jerks to the side, enough that the keys just hit him in the earlobe as they pass by. A sharp stinging pain that disappears at once, engulfed in something much larger.

His eyes closed cost him precious seconds, and before he knows it, Watson is on his arm. The metal under the fabric doesn't feel like a real arm, not as yielding as flesh, and when it's wrenched, Bucky screams.

Sweat pouring down his face, blood oozing through his shirt at the shoulder, he moves anyway. Instinct takes over, like a switch flipped, and he slams himself forwards with the aim of headbutting Watson to break his nose and his grip.]

[The scream half-startles him and that's more than enough room for Bucky. The man's head cracks against John's nose, and the world explodes in stars and pain. He lets go of the arm and falls back, momentarily stunned as blood starts to pour from his nose and his world is engulfed in that particular agony of the moment.

It's only a few seconds, but it's far too long. And when John comes out of it, eyes watering and gasping for breath, he does the first thing he can think of, which is to throw a wild punch at Bucky's... whatever is in reach.]

Edited 2016-09-21 21:11 (UTC)

[The punch hits him in the knee and nearly buckles it, but he just about manages to retain his balance, he might be limping for a little while after this though.

He's on his feet, taken advantage of the few seconds that Watson was incapacitated, and his aim now is to plant a booted foot on Watson's throat and press until he blacks out.]

[Okay. Punching another person's knee? John's fairly certain that did as much damage to his own knuckles as the other man's body. He makes a pained, choked noise that's short-lived. That sure is a boot kicking him in the chest to knock him fully down. John grapples with Bucky's boot, not bothering to try to push him back, but wrench and twisting to the side.

If Bucky can actually maintain his balance in this, though, the choking on his own blood thing as it slides down the back of John's throat will only help in forcing him into unconscious.]

Edited 2016-09-21 21:28 (UTC)

[Under normal circumstances, Bucky wouldn't even be phased by someone struggling with his boot. But this isn't a normal circumstance, and he's already off balance from the pain in his own body and the chaotic violence of the situation.

He stumbles off to the side, hitting one of the tanks hard with his shoulder.

Instead of diving right back in, he reaches back into the waistband of his pants and pulls out the scalpel he collected only a couple of days back. He needs to be careful, he doesn't want to cause a fatality.

He goes for a swift attack, aiming to grapple Watson's arm and drive the scalpel right through the palm and into the ground.]

[John tries to use the momentary reprieve to roll over and drag himself up. He makes it, only to have Bucky grab his arm and-

No. Hell no. It's half a moment to see the flash of the blade in the ambient light and figure out, more or less, what the other man is about to attempt. A surgeon whose hands don't work is useless. A soldier who can't hold his weapon steady can't fight. His entire military career had ended because of an issue with his hands. He's not letting them actually get hurt. No. That's not happening.

John balls his hand into a fist and uses Bucky's grip on him to jerk back toward the other man, swinging his aching fist up and around toward his shoulder. If Bucky's shoulder was the thing to throw him into panic mode, it's the doctor's hands that give him a sudden boost of adrenaline and strength.]

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