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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.]

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[Pierce is deluding himself if he thinks the Soldier was ever eager, he was whatever he had been commanded to be. He fulfilled orders, he didn't have more than that. Though a part of him did recognise some truth in what was said, he did respond better to good treatment. But eager was going far too far.

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.

[It would be regretful if he had to die in order to make a point, but he would. That was always the extreme that he was willing to go, though he did what he could to avoid that. He was better alive, but in this place, the Soldier would lose him in the event of his death.

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.

[He will not kill Pierce.

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.]

[And it was. Pierce could tell right away that the Soldier was consumed with an uncontrolled fear and that would drench any attempt at order there was. Fear and anger were the two emotions that managed to drown out most of the innate programming, overrode much of the years of necessary training and made the Soldier wild and dangerous.

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.]

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[The knee knocks him off balance enough that he stumbles a step, but he recovers quickly. Even terrified, he still has decades of combat training behind him and he know how to push aside being struck and keep going.

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.]

[It was regrettable that it had some to this, but there was no choice in the matter. The shut-down word would be useless against a rampaging Soldier, and right now, they needed to go for calm and fixing matters between them. The Soldier would eventually have to realize he wasn't the man's enemy here, that their goals of escape and taking everyone with them was aligned.

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!

[Missed.

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.]

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[He knows his handler, the words have been said, he will obey.]

[The shift in the Soldier's stature, the change in expression, the lack of furthering attacks... Pierce couldn't do more than sigh and let his head fall against the floor, ignoring the blood that still flowed freely down his cheek.

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.]

[The Soldier does not mourn for anything lost, he is devoid of what made him rebel now. He shows no concern for his handler's injuries, they're not his concern unless he is ordered to treat them. He moves as soon as he is given the order to, turning the chair the right way up and sitting.

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.

Edited 2017-01-13 17:44 (UTC)

[Pierce was not interested in having anyone concerned for his injuries, and he was well used to the Soldier's reporting style by now. If anything, this finally felt a little normal, though the scent that wafted from the other man was still so potent that he could have gagged. It was why he made the Soldier sit at a bit of a distance, and it annoyed him greatly that so little thought was given to personal hygiene here.]

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?

[He committed the lie to his memory, but he doesn't make further acknowledgement of the order. It was given and so it will be obeyed, nothing more needs to be said.

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.

[He would believe all of that, not that the Soldier was capable of lying, but the smell... that would be the first order of business, even if he would need more details about everyone the Soldier had been in contact with. There were basics that were necessary first, and then they could consider the spiderweb of information that he had no doubt the Soldier had tucked away.]

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?

The nearest location is the aquarium. There is also a house south of the school and one inside the tunnels to the east.

[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.

Edited (Oops forgot the second question) 2017-01-13 23:37 (UTC)

Are there known dangers at or around this aquarium?

[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?

No, the aquarium is a secure building with no known anomaly attacks inside and sound structural integrity.

[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.

Excellent. We will be travelling there beginning tomorrow morning in earnest.

[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?

[His brow furrows just slightly, as it always used to in the beginning when Pierce had done or said kind things to him. A mild confusion, but not anything he was going to question. His handlers over the years had many different approaches, he had learned to let anything that wasn't a direct order or question almost wash over him.

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.]

[He could recall every single interaction with the Soldier, and he recognized these signs as part of their first meetings. He had been certain to repeat the gesture to not only set him apart as a handler but to encourage a more positive result from the Soldier himself. No creature wanted to suffer through every experience and part of the value of the Soldier was his willingness to work. Hard work could be encouraged with positive reinforcement and what appeared to be a human connection.

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.]

[There's no lie in anything he says, though there is a small amount of residual fear and shame for having lost his arm. He knows it is a failure on his part, and that may well mean that he receives a punishment, though it doesn't seem one is forthcoming yet.

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?]

[Pierce had no plans on punishing the Soldier, which was the point for later on. Why punish a being that was doing what he wanted currently? Reinforce the good, do what he can to ignore or punish the bad. The Soldier was a finely tuned machine, but he already had a plan in mind to set in motion, and so they would do exactly that and let the end result speak for itself.

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.

[Trust is something strange for the Soldier. He knows his handlers never really trust him, he's a loaded weapon just waiting to go off, so it feels odd when one does. Pierce isn't scared of him, not even underneath, and that makes the Soldier somehow more quiescent.

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.]

[In Pierce's mind, it was never the weapon to be afraid of. If one understood it, knew proper safety and how to handle and maintain it well, a weapon was only as good as the finger on the trigger. That's where people should fear; the person on the other side of the weapon, the person with control to decide where and when it would fire. Regardless of the denials and bleating otherwise, he would always partially have a hand on the Soldier's trigger and thus he was far, far more dangerous. He also had no reason to deploy the Soldier, wasn't in a position to make that useful, so this was little more than feeling out and relearning everything that he could about this malfunctioning creature.

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.]

[He doesn't really care how he feels. He has been taught well how to ignore pain, discomfort, and hardship. It's no good having a weapon if that weapon loses a target because of something inconvenient like hunger, the need to sleep, or a gaping injury. He's quite capable (though less so without the serum in his system) or carrying on regardless.

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.]

[The check-ins were not as smooth as he expected, but they were done for the day and hopefully the next day or so would smooth them over even more. A constant check-in was necessary, but next time, they may used rope that's loose enough where he can still signal to the Soldier.

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.

[The Soldier makes note of that, all information in how to interact with these people can only be helpful. Any residual memories he had of them were fading, crushed beneath the Soldier as Bucky Barnes was subsumed. It's hard to pretend to be someone that you don't know, after all.

He will stand at attention and watch without expression as Pierce stretches himself and sorts out his injuries once and for all. And, though he will guard for as long as necessary, when he calculates that it's a little over eight hours until lockdown ends, he will obediently curl himself up against a wall and go to sleep for the required minimum period.]

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