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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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[Pierce isn't exactly wrong. The Soldier has a need to please his handler, partially for self preservation; but, at least in this case, partly because it brings positive reinforcement which is very rare for him.

He slides the tablet away once the conversations have been read.]

Right.

[At least he's finally done with cleaning himself, looking much more human now.]

Where are we travelling tomorrow, sir?

[He wants to plot their course for maximum security.]

[peacemongering]

[With them both clean and drying off, there was no reason to stay in this part of the aquarium. Instead, he thought that it was best to find a spot that was defensible for the Soldier's sake, check up with the network and eat. They were on a schedule after all, and he was hard-pressed to break it even when he was going to release the Soldier tomorrow.]

I haven't decided yet. I would like to review the map and decide the best course of action.

[He began to gather up all of his supplies, unwilling to leave anything in case there was a moment when he might have to take flight quickly. He watched to make certain that his Soldier was doing the same and then lead the way to where they could do another round of the place to find the best spot.]

We will find a defensible spot for the night. You know the best areas, so I will allow you to decide our best choice.

[And that was how it generally worked. The Soldier was an expert, and he was certain to tap into that. A give and take. A team effort.]

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[He couldn't redress yet because his clothes were soaking wet from their washing and hung up around the tanks to dry, but the Soldier gathered all his other belongings neatly into his backpack and swung it over his good shoulder to keep it with him.]

The most defensible place in the aquarium is the gift shop.

[He's scoped out this area before, and he makes it his mission to be sure he's done a thorough recon of every building when they arrive in case of threats. He gestures to where the gift shop is and takes post at the door.]

I will stand guard until my designated sleep time, unless you have other orders for me?

[peacemongering]

[He too was not about to put on his wet clothing but instead give them time to dry. This place seemed secure enough and they had to be close to lock down, and he was certain that the Soldier had been in this place before given the quick answer to where the most defensible room was.

He was satisfied in following and settling down, peering about the little gift shop for anything worthwhile to take with him. He found a stuffed animal that reminded him of when he had brought his daughters to an aquarium and decided to keep it. A reminder of home.]

No, stand guard, though keep the schedule for eating and you may check the network. I don't want you falling behind on events or replies.