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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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[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.]

[peacemongering]

[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.]

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[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.]

[peacemongering]

[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.

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[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.]