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snowblindrpg2017-01-12 03:17 pm
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[log] cut off one head [closed]
Characters: Bucky Barnes and Alexander Pierce
Location: Building 149
Date: Day 198, evening
Summary: Bucky finally runs into Pierce, they have words.
Warnings: Graphic violence, will add others if necessary.
[He doesn't want to move too far from the way out of downtown to the ice tunnels, it's his best bet for running into Pierce if the man is even still in this area. But he almost wishes he'd stayed back at the post office when he finds a table carved with a very specific Russian word.
Fury has him kicking the table into the wall until it breaks into chunks that he can pick up with one hand, only so that he can slam them into each other more and more until there's nothing but splinters remaining. He doesn't care about the mess he's making, only stopping when there's literally no trace of that word left. Covered in dust, he opens the door intending to brush off the worst of it before lockdown, when he sees a very familiar figure in the snow.
It's almost like a mirage at first, that he should show up at this moment.
But Bucky only wastes a single second before he's sprinting out into the snow with the aim of catching Pierce and dragging him back into the house before the doors lock. By his hair, if he has to.]
Location: Building 149
Date: Day 198, evening
Summary: Bucky finally runs into Pierce, they have words.
Warnings: Graphic violence, will add others if necessary.
[He doesn't want to move too far from the way out of downtown to the ice tunnels, it's his best bet for running into Pierce if the man is even still in this area. But he almost wishes he'd stayed back at the post office when he finds a table carved with a very specific Russian word.
Fury has him kicking the table into the wall until it breaks into chunks that he can pick up with one hand, only so that he can slam them into each other more and more until there's nothing but splinters remaining. He doesn't care about the mess he's making, only stopping when there's literally no trace of that word left. Covered in dust, he opens the door intending to brush off the worst of it before lockdown, when he sees a very familiar figure in the snow.
It's almost like a mirage at first, that he should show up at this moment.
But Bucky only wastes a single second before he's sprinting out into the snow with the aim of catching Pierce and dragging him back into the house before the doors lock. By his hair, if he has to.]
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[He was still struggling to shove the Soldier away from him, to escape the pin that held him to the wall. There was blood running down where his hand was pinned by the scalpel, but even then he was pulling his hand. Scalpels were instruments for cutting, but they were small and sharp and their hold on walls limited by their own sharpness and the thinness of the blade.
The Soldier was still technically physically his better, but he was well-rested, better fed and newer to this city. He fought back.]
I was different. I know this to be true. You may have been a weapon, but you were intelligent, eager and loyal. After so much inhumane treatment, I gave you something different... [There was almost a sighing breath of bliss from him.] And oh how you thrived. How you performed. You believed.
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He snarls and grabs the scalpel before it can properly fall, yanking it free in order to immediately try and swipe across Pierce's face. He'll take out an eye if he has to, just to get him down and pliable.]
Liar!
[He's not going to be stopped by mere orders this time, he is determined to see this through. He pushes closer, probably just overwhelming Pierce further in his smell.]
There has never been anything between us, and there never will be anything between us. You're a madman.
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The bite of the scalpel was hot and probably deeper than it had any right to be. However, this was a surgical instrument and even dulled, it parted his flesh. He turned his face with the swing, taking the blade to the cheek. The well and fall of hot blood was obvious given the cold temperatures.
And good God, the Soldier was in serious need of some dental hygiene.]
Sorry, son, but I passed every single one of my psyche evaluations with SHIELD. Can you say the same thing, hmm? Release me. This is your final warning.
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No matter what else happens here, he cannot allow that to happen. It's taken too long, well over a week, for him to track the man down. Now that he finally has him in custody, he can't risk him reviving somewhere completely different and with the capability of spreading lies.
The threat of a final warning terrifies him, but that only spurs him to further action. He has to move, has to make sure Pierce is declawed as soon as humanly possible. So he's swinging that hand back again, though this time aiming to strike him in the temple with his knuckles.
He wants to knock him out, then he can remove his tongue without any further fight.]
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It was why he did what he could to never put the Soldier in the position to experience those emotions. Except the Rogers incident, but that had been a test.
He ducked his head and instead lifted his knee to slam into the Soldier. It took him only two seconds to realize his options were limited, if not all but one now. So be it.]
страстное желание, ржавчина, Семнадцать
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Until those words come.
The first one sends sharp hooks into old scar tissue in his psyche, the second one teases them apart, and by the third one they're internal bloody gashes. He can feel his entire body reacting to them. It took a long process to program those words into him initially, and every time he hears them it renews the agony of those tortures.
Blind and unutterable panic consumes him now. He doesn't have long, a couple of seconds at most before the rest of the words are out there.
He launches himself at Pierce and slams his fist directly towards his throat.]
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When the fist was thrown, Pierce did the only thing he had left. He threw himself away from the wall to the side, landing hard on his shoulder but not for a moment stopping himself from speaking the words that were necessary for both of their survival.]
рассвет, печь, девять, доброкачественный!
[He twisted onto his back, watching the Soldier closely, his voice coming in a commanding rush.]
возвращение домой, один, грузовой автомобиль!
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How could he miss? He's turning even though he knows he has no chance of getting another attack off in time, desperation twisting his face into an almost unrecognisable mask of agony. A cry rips from him as the final words are said, but it never manifests into anything further.
The Soldier stands over Pierce, panting, expression shifting to something blank and unreadable.]
готовы соблюдать
[He knows his handler, the words have been said, he will obey.]
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What a shame that it came to this. They had been so much more once.
There was work to be done though, and he knew that laying in pain would not solve any of his current issues or plans. He needed to get into motion, which was precisely what he did as he rolled to his side and then to his knees.]
Sit. [He pointed at an overturned chair close to him and mopped up at the blood from his cheek.] Report on promises of protocol to Natalia Romanov and John Watson. [The Soldier was paranoid enough to set some way to track movements and actions with those two. He just knew it.]
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John Watson and Natalia Romanov. He knows the names as if they're part of a mission book, feeling nothing for them. If they had a relationship with a man called Bucky Barnes, that is not him. He switches to English, taking his cue from Pierce.]
A formal arrangement was made with Romanov to call each day. If no call was received she would wait for the next obituary, if the name Barnes was not on it she would take further action. No formal arrangement was made with Watson, an informal agreement to call with more information later today was made after a relay of the news that you were in proximity. A similar informal arrangement to check in frequently has also been made with Clint Barton.
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You will continue with that arrangement with both, checking in and offering information that you have me captured and contained. [He wiped at his face, pulling out a shard of glass and turning it so that he could investigate the gash on his cheek. It would require sutures.]
When was the last time you bathed, ate, slept and changed your clothing?
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He is silent for a moment to think. But his handler only said 'the last time' not 'how frequently', so that is easier to answer.]
Bathed, two months and four days ago. Slept, seventy nine hours ago for three hours. Ate, four hours ago. Changed clothing, two months and four days ago.
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Are there any locations that provide clean warm water in this town? If so, where? [He slid off his pack of supplies and began to rifle through them, looking for medical supplies and finding only a bit of gauze to press to his face.]
Lay out all your weapons on that table top beside you. And are you injured at all?
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[The Soldier takes to his feet once more, as the order to lay out the weapons supersedes the order to sit. He first puts down the scalpel, then draws out a blood stained long shard of glass from his sleeve and a bloody hand saw from inside his coat.
His backpack is then fetched and he calmly lays out a statuette of a choir singer, rat poison, forceps, a reflex hammer, a meat mallet, a cheese grater, a fireplace poker, a statuette of a pig rolling a barrel, a metal 18 inch ruler, a fireplace grate, a pie pan, a golf club, and a can opener.]
I have minor abrasions on my hand, no other current injuries.
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[It made no sense that there were places once more strategically placed all around the city that provided very basic but necessary needs. Food, warm water, places to revive. This felt all too much like a game, a gathering place in order to toy with the various people that were here.
Pierce was not surprised that the Soldier carried around so many weapons, and he watched each piece being laid out. His expression sharpened at the blood stained glass and the handsaw. He shook his head slightly, disappointed.]
Not maintaining your equipment or yourself? You have been taught better. Clean the blood off of those weapons after you show me your abrasions.
[Abrasions were not particularly of interest to him. The Soldier had survived far worse, but in this stage, any injury was worth investigating in case there was a chance of infection.] Where is your other arm?
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[It doesn't matter that the handsaw already had blood staining it when he found it, he's been ordered to clean it and so he will. It'll be hard. The blood on the glass is very old now, from the first people he killed here, it will have stained badly.
He'll still do it.
He puts his glove between his teeth and tugs it off so that he can display the abrasions as ordered. They're mostly just split knuckles and a swollen hand from attacking Pierce in the maze.
He has to think for a moment. Think hard. Bucky is being completely subsumed by the Soldier and so his memories aren't as easy to access with the disconnect.]
Tony Stark has it. Dr. Watson removed it, and large amounts of flesh from the shoulder, in order to remove gangrenous frostbite.
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[To be honest, he would be used to the Soldier's rank smell by then, but that was not the point. He didn't handle a weapon that was so dirty for so long, and that would be changing immediately. It might even make the Soldier feel better, should he let 'Bucky' return just to prove the point that personal hygiene was worth more than being a paranoid cantankerous old man.
He investigated the abrasions with light touch, making certain nothing was too hot to indicate unnecessary inflammation, but all seemed to be healing as well as could be expected. The Soldier wouldn't or shouldn't die from these wounds.
However, the other information brought his head up, and his eyes moved to where the metal arm had once been attached. His jaw worked slightly before he reached out and have the Soldier a pat on the right shoulder.]
I should have been here to see to your needs, and I've failed in that. That's changed now, and we'll put you back to rights. Was the arm functional when it was removed, or was the damage too extensive from the frostbite?
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He doesn't flinch from the touch, remaining still.]
There was no damage to the arm itself, but the flesh was too damaged to lift the arm by the time it was removed. It has healed now, it's scar tissue.
[Not that he would have known how to attach it, making sure it connected with the nerve endings properly so it could be used, which is why Stark has it.]
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He would have asked the Soldier to strip in order for him to investigate the entirety of these claims, but there was no ability to lie right now. He would see it soon enough when he managed to find a place for bathing to occur because right now... the smell was still enough to make him consider sleeping in another area.]
A shame, but at least you received medical attention. I certainly wouldn't want to lose you. After all, I'm setting up the board here, and you're key to that. Would you like to help me with that? Would you like a purpose again?
[He used the word like very specifically to see how the Soldier would respond to it. Often he tried to humanize the HYDRA weapon of choice. So few did for fear of attachment, but Pierce never feared that. He utilized it.]
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The question stumps him.
He's not really asked what he likes and doesn't like, he is a creature of order who does what he's told, it usually matters very little what he would and wouldn't prefer out of a situation. That confused furrow gets a little deeper.]
I will help you in any way you need me to.
[That's the right answer, isn't it?]
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And the Soldier seemed to be in order with that answer, which was good. They would get on just fine for the time being. He would be order, and that would mean that the Soldier could recover after so much long-term self-abuse.]
I know you will. That's why I can trust you. [Which was a tactic he used before. Trust was big for him and offering it to the Soldier was a way to make him seem as the better man.
One last pat on the shoulder before he was moving off to dig through his pack in search of something - anything - to stop the bleeding to his hands and face. It had been a long time since he had been so abused, and he was reminded of Rumlow's favourite saying: order through pain.]
Once we tie up some loose ends with checking in, you're going to eat small meals five times daily. You're going to sleep up to eight hours a night. When we arrive at the aquarium, you will change and wash your clothing and yourself. First things first is us dealing with that hair of yours once I bandage my wounds.
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He is about to draw out his tablet to start the checking in process, when he's given an order that he can't obey.]
I don't have enough food for five small meals a day. It's been over a week since the last time I restocked on food, I have been eating half rations once a day or once every other day to stretch supplies.
[He's not sure why now, why it was so important for him to come at speed down here instead of supplying himself, but he knows that's what happened.]
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Pierce paused and then began to pull out fresh food which he had picked up before he had come here from the grocery store just before arriving here. He still had his rations, still had food for himself, and so he put out what he had grabbed and gestured at the Soldier. Taking care of something he considered very important.]
Five small meals a day. Before we head to the aquarium, we can restock you even more so you are well-provisioned. You will understand the importance after a day or two. You will feel better, I promise.
[He didn't have much in the way of supplies for first aid, but he still had plenty of cloth from making rope. He began to wrap it around his damaged hands and then pressed another balled up stripe to his bleeding face, applying pressure what with a lack of suture supplies and an even further lack of sterility.]
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But those are not his orders.
Regardless of whether or not it will make him feel better, the Soldier is moving right away to gather up about half of the supplies. He stores most in his pack, but he immediately eats a small meal of a protein bar and some beef jerky. After that, he takes his tablet out and calls John, Natasha, and Clint. All from @robertsmith, so much for that anonymity.
When it's all said and done, he moves over to untie Pierce and tug the gag from his mouth.]
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There were some mannerisms that were cringe-worthy after all, but they would deal with that as it came. They would have a few days of travel ahead of them and once at their destination, a day at the aquarium to freshen up. Assuming no one stumbled on them or asked too many questions, he would release the Soldier was a code, setting a time limit for that to happen. He doubted the Soldier would be so eager to tangle with him again.
He rubbed his wrists when he was untied, shaking his head a little as he stretched and prepared to move around.]
As good as to be expected. Keep your conversations with Watson shorter and more abrupt.
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