snowblindrpg | [log] Because I'm bad... [closed]

[Peter opens the door, kicking off the snow from his boots, and dumping his pack a few feet further in, against a wall.

All in all, it looks like an ordinary sight, but there's no mistaking there's something different in his eyes. The usual warmth, friendliness, brightness--it's not there anymore.

There's something akin to a black hole, as if it's in his soul--something ridiculously destructive and inhuman, something that will happily consume the entire galaxy if it must. He looks around, to see if he's the first to arrive or if he's about to get jumped. It doesn't matter. It's gonna be a good fight, and he's gonna win it.]

Yo, Flynn? You here?

[He grins. It's not a very nice grin at all.]

[Flynn thinks he's ready for this, he really does.

But when Peter enters it's different. It's different how the pain and anger hit Flynn once he comes face to face with his friend, with this Peter, and how he underestimated the memories to haunt and overwhelm him like they do. The memories of a lifetime spent in this hellhole trying to safe him, keep him from slipping into this callousness only to ultimately fail until there was nothing left. And now he has to go through it all over again.

At the same time seeing Peter like this has a weird double effect on Flynn, because yes, he's upset but there's also a steely side, born from a fake lifetime of dealing with this version that is already tired of whatever he's up to.

But it's fine. It's gonna be fine. He's thought this through, rationally. Like any of this was rational.]

Peter, hey. Glad you could join us.

[Bucky isn't really sure what to expect, though he's looked over the conversations that happened in public on the tablet and he's noticed how tense Flynn has been in the couple of days since then.

He doesn't like Peter at the best of times, so he's already stood to attention with a scowl when the jerk walks in with that smug grin on his face.]

You ought'a sit down.

[Because he'd rather this stuck to talking, rather than escalated to the threatened fight.]

Yeah, glad to be here!

[It technically sounds cheerful, but there's that awful coldness to it. A weird sort of emptiness.

Even though it's true, he's very glad to be here.]

So it's a two-for-one deal today, huh? How y'doin', Bucky?

[He shakes his head, still smiling with that cold, smug grin.]

Nah. Don't think I will.

Suit yourself then.

[Flynn watches him carefully, keeping the weight off his injured leg. He's dressed himself in his clothes and rags in a way that the injuries are all covered up – that's really not something he wants Peter to know about. He's got his trusty crowbar at his side, too. It's not at the ready, though it could probably come up at a moment's notice.]

But I was hoping we could talk.

You aren't going to fight.

[It's an order, even if it's deceptively mildly given. Flynn is in no condition to fight, and he knows that Peter is certainly nothing special when it comes to hand to hand combat. Not without whatever powers he might have back home, if those aren't just delusions of grandeur too.]

So the posturing is pointless. Sit down, both of you.

And you're the boss of...who, exactly?

[There's something heavy in Peter's pocket, and the slightest glimpse of the end of some kind of tool sticking out.

He sticks his hands in his pockets casually, and takes another couple of steps forward.]

Maybe I don't feel like talking so much.

Maybe you should start feeling like it.

[Flynn tenses, resisting the urge to back off and standing his ground, certain that Bucky will come to his aid the second Peter actually tries anything. His eyes briefly flicker over at Bucky before they settle back on his friend.]

I know what you're trying to do here, Peter. And it's not happening. This ends with the Zune, I'm not gonna let you do anything else to yourself.

[He has no idea what a zune is, or how it's relevant to the situation, but that doesn't matter. He's just here to try and stop this from devolving into a fight and, if it does, then he's there to make sure they don't hurt each other.]

Once more. Sit down, don't even think about taking whatever that is out of your pocket, I'm not gonna tell you again.

I don't need to. And y'know what? It doesn't end with the Zune, it starts with the Zune. See, the thing is, all I have to do is erase all ties to my humanity and then guess what? It's over, the Zune won't matter to me anymore, and I'll be like this? All of the time. Because this? Is who I should be, not obsessing about you humans all the time.

[He sounds completely smug and sure of himself. He raises his eyebrows at Bucky, his grip tightening in his pocket.]

What...what thing? This thing?

[He suddenly yanks the tool out (pliers meant for cobbling) and aims to drive the pointy ends into the Bucky's chest--]

The real Peter will never be like this! You can't erase the ties to your humanity because--!

[Really, he has such a good speech prepared here? But it's cut horribly short when Peter makes his move and suddenly he's striking not at Flynn but at Bucky...!

Without second thought Flynn steps forward and swings the crowbar to strike at Peter's arm to try and deflect the strike.]

[Bucky doesn't have a lot of things going for him in terms of being a peace-maker, but when it comes to fighting, he's ready. The metal hand comes up to try and grab hold of the pliers, though he'll settle for just deflecting them if Peter is fast enough to draw them back.

His eyes harden, stance shifting into something much more combat ready.]

Stay back.

[It's directed at Flynn as he comes up with the crowbar, even as he's aiming his own kick towards Peter's chest.]

[Peter's barely fast enough to draw his hand back when Bucky's metal arm comes up, and he's certainly not fast enough to avoid the kick and the crowbar--

--he's suddenly flat on his back with an oof and a bruise on his arm from the crowbar.

Peter twists to the side, aiming to drive the pliers' pointy ends into the nearest body part he can find--Flynn's leg.]

[Suddenly everything happens really fast.

Pain immediately shoots up Flynn's injured leg when he thoughtlessly moves forward to support Bucky with his crowbar swing and while Bucky moves in to take care of Peter Flynn grunts in pain, toppling over and breaking down onto his healthy knee.

Yeah, maybe that wasn't the smartest move. He pushes himself up again, trying to move back and out of the way but suddenly Peter's down on the ground as well – oh good, that was quick, he really should just leave this to Bucky – only it's not good because now the pliers are coming towards him.

Flynn pulls his leg back to avoid getting stabbed but the metal still knocks against his injury and he goes down with a pained cry.]

Are you kidding me...!!

[Okay, no, that's enough.

Bucky hears Flynn go down with a cry of pain and any sympathy he might have for either of them disappears. He worked damn hard to keep Flynn alive after he injured his leg, and he didn't carry the idiot around town for so long just to have him end up in a pointless fight with this moron.

He doesn't care about the pliers, let Peter try and stab him if he wants, he's stopping this before it escalates any further.

He kicks out backwards aiming for Flynn, trying to catch him on the shoulder to try and knock him back and away from them both. Immediately after, he uses the momentum to propel himself forwards, aiming to land on Peter with both knees and wind him. If he manages that, he'll be trying to grab Peter's wrists, one in each hand, to pin them above his head.]

[When Bucky goes for Flynn, Peter quickly tries to get up, but the next thing he knows suddenly Bucky's landing on him and he's knocked back down to the ground again, air forced out of his lungs.

Then Bucky's trying to pin his wrists against his head and no--he can't lose like this, and so easily too!

He's still got the pliers in one hand and is trying to get a good breath in, but he's going to try to kick up with his legs to try to get Bucky in the back of the head while twisting his body to the side, hoping to tilt his body enough to knock him off.]

Edited 2018-08-22 20:12 (UTC)

[That he doesn't expect. Bucky's kick comes out of the blue and knocks him back; Flynn windmills uselessly as he falls backwards, hissing through his teeth when he hits the ground, the crowbar slipping from his hand and clattering over the floor.

Oof. Point taken.

With a cough he draws himself on the side, pushing up on his elbows to reorient himself.]

[The kick lands and Bucky slips momentarily off balance, but he recovers quickly. This isn't the first time he's pinned someone down, the main difference here is that he doesn't intend to finish it with a kill.

His head is aching a bit as he redoubles his efforts to try and pin Peter's wrists to the ground.]

Flynn. Handcuffs. In my bag.

[He's usually very private about his bag, but he doesn't have much choice now. If Flynn does as he's asked, he'll find that Bucky's bag is full of things that can be used as weapons, including a bone saw, two scalpels, and a large shard of broken glass that all have dried blood on them. But there's also some food, the handcuffs, a couple of items of clothes, and a notebook full of Bucky's handwriting.]

No!

[Peter grunts, trying to struggle further. He tries to wiggle and thrash around again, with more force born of desperation this time, attempting to knock Bucky off.

And then if that doesn't work he's going to try and bite Bucky's non-metal arm.]

[Handcuffs. That's a good idea, that's a great idea.]

On my way.

[With a stifled sound of discomfort he pushes himself up and hurries over to where the bag sits, digging through it and – alright, a bone saw, shards, a weapon, another weapon, another... what is he even looking at? Finally some items that seem to have a different function than cutting people open.

Eventually he finds the handcuffs, even though his eyes linger on the notebook for a moment, before he moves away, hobbling over to where these two wrestle.]

[He doesn't move in time to avoid the bite, because he doesn't see it coming. What self respecting adult bites someone in a fight? He doesn't think he's been bitten since schoolyard brawling; but he has to give it to Peter, the surprise nature of it does mean that it hits.

He snarls as the skin is broken, but it just causes him to redouble his efforts to hold Peter down. Pain is a good motivator to succeed, he learned that lesson extremely well over the years.]

I'll knock you out if you don't stop.

[His eyes flick to Flynn.]

Hurry the hell up and cuff him.

[No really, hurry up. That desperate bucking is almost knocking him off, giving Peter more freedom than he really wants the guy to have right now.]

[He has little chance to enjoy that victory (?) because he does not want to be cuffed.]

I'll kill the both of you!

[Which was the plan all along anyway, a plan that was sorely fading fast. Peter desperately continues his thrashing, and tries launching both legs up to kick at Bucky, aiming to get them as high as he can to hopefully hit his back or side, or even his head.]

[Luckily Flynn's interest and skills in escapology make him quite apt at handling handcuffs and he doesn't even have to glance down or fiddle with them too much to get them open. Ignoring the throbbing in his pain he moves in from overhead, trying to stay clear of Peter's angry buckling.]

Sorry, but there's been a change of plans.

[He grabs Peter's arm, snapping the cuff around one of his wrists, working as fast as he can to hopefully secure him.]

No violent murder spree for you today!

[The toes of Peter's boots hit him in the back of the head and he can feel a warm sticky wetness where he's caused a gash. He'll have a hell of a headache tonight, maybe even a concussion. Sometimes he forgets that he can be injured just like anyone else here; he might still have seven decades of training to fall back on, but he doesn't have the serum to make him hardier.

In retaliation, he slams his metal fist down towards Peter's face, aiming to break his nose and hopefully stun him for long enough to get the cuffs fully in place.]

Nobody's killing anyone.

[It's oddly calm for someone dealing such a punch, but it's underpinned with a firmness that says he's not kidding around.]

[When Flynn snaps the handcuffs around one of his wrists Peter tries futilely to swing the pair of pliers at him but considering he's still pinned down by his wrists there's not much range. And then his boots hit home but then suddenly--

WHACK--

--and Peter ceases his thrashing immediately, falling back down limp, completely dazed. Metal fist meet nose--which is now definitely broken. There's blood gushing down his face.]

Edited 2018-08-23 16:26 (UTC)

[Flynn winces, first when Bucky gets hit in the head and then when his fist connects with Peter's nose. But it's done now. He grits his teeth and quickly secures Peter with the handcuffs even though they can probably take their time now.

There's a bit of an awkward pause.]

We should chain him to something or he'll just try to run into us head first.

[Or, you know. Similar reckless/idiotic stuff.]

[He doesn't feel guilty over breaking Peter's nose, it's not going to hamper his ability to survive and at worst it'll cause him a couple of weeks of discomfort. Better than Flynn getting those pliers to the neck and bleeding out.]

Yeah.

[He glances around as he sits up a bit more, but there's not much in here other than prophet related imagery and tapestries.]

Pull one of the drapes down, we'll wrap him in it.

[This is true. Head-butting everybody seemed like a fantastic idea. However Peter's still in too much pain and too dazed to do anything else but plan for it when he can stop seeing stars and the room stops spinning.]

Hmmpphhrrghhh--

[It's a very intelligent, thought-out response to their plans of wrapping him up in a drape.]

Good idea.

[It's probably the best they can do. Flynn pushes himself up and hobbles over to the drape, tugging for a while until it finally comes free and he can drag it over.

He doesn't feel all that vindictive right now, he's too relieved nobody got seriously injured – though he plans on taking a look at Bucky's head there as soon as possible (and Peter's nose, too) – but he would be lying if he said that a part of him doesn't revel in the fact that they're going to wrap his Celestial Highness like the world's most megalomaniac burrito that he is.]

[Bucky settles his whole weight over Peter to keep him pinned, to make it easier for Flynn to wrap him up as tight as he can and effectively end this stupid fight.]

You hurt?

[That's directed at Flynn, not Peter.]

[This is intolerable. This is unacceptable. Peter's still dazed, but he's come back enough to start to thrash again but but he can't get any leverage and he's wrapped up like, well...a Celestial burrito. His voice is a bit nasally and sounds like he's got a stuffy nose on account of all the blood and stuff.]

Let me oudda here! You guys are gonna regret dis, oh ban, you have doh idea how buch trouble you're in!

No, I'm... I'm fine. Just... did you ever stub your toe really badly and then the next day you stub the exact same spot again?

[He takes a moment to catch his breath, shooting Peter an exasperated look before looking back at Bucky.]

How about you? He hit your head, didn't he? Let me see that.

I’m fine, leave it.

[If he does have a concussion then it’s a minor one, nothing worth bothering about. He glares down at Peter, finally getting up now that he’s properly secured.]

You’re not killing anyone, so how about you calm down and tell us why you thought attacking anyone was a good idea.

[You're both getting a glare full of the fury of a thousand supernovas.]

Because I gotta get rid of you. Especially him!

[Fury-of-a-thousand-supernovas-glare aims solely now at Flynn.]

I'b gettin' rid of everythig I care--well, cared about. Or anybody in the way.

It's his death price. He lost his... well, his humanity, I guess, and he's at peak jerk. He's trying to do horrible things to break himself – well, his real self – when he comes back.

[Flynn's meeting that monstrous look with a glare of his own.]

And that's not happening.

[His fingers flex involuntarily, but it's the only outward sign he gives that a death loss of humanity might bother him at all. But it does, it bothers him a lot, even if it's happening to someone he doesn't like much.]

Okay, I'll help.

[Not Peter and his ridiculous broken nose threats, but Flynn.]

If we keep him tied up, he can't do anything to break anyone.

Humanity's overrated! Like, all it is is death, death, the occasional fried thing of bacon which I admit, is like humanity's peak achievement, so I don't even know what you're trying to do here, because humanity sucks.

[He struggles against the burrito-hold.]

Don't you dare! Let me go! This is against some kind of law!

[Flynn tries to focus on Bucky and tune out Peter's angry yapping but it's hard because he has a really short fuse when it comes to this jerk side of his.]

Thanks. And yeah, agreed, I think that would probably be for the best... Let's just hope it doesn't stick around for too long.

[He briefly glances over at the angry bundle on the floor.]

You mean some kind of human law? I thought we sucked. Can't have it both ways, Peter.

[His expression smooths over like stone, and he moves quickly over to try and plant a booted foot onto Peter's chest while he struggles. His voice is very deliberately calm.]

You don't know what you're talking about. Living without humanity isn't something anyone should strive for.

[If anyone knows that for true, it's him.]

My law. It's against my law! And oh, it's stickin' around! It's stickin' around forever, you--

[And then Bucky's got a foot on his chest. Peter sputters.]

You--get your stinkin' foot off me! I do know what I'm talkin' about, I'm a Celestial, not a human--

No, you're not.

[Flynn crosses his arms.]

And you won't convince us otherwise. I'm gonna stick with you and listen to your yapping until you get your humanity back and then I'm gonna share a soda with you. And that's what you can take away from this when you're back to normal.

I don't care what you think you are, you're an idiot.

[He keeps his foot there for a moment, before taking a step back and folding his arms forbiddingly.]

You sure keeping him around is a good idea? I'm gonna have to carry him.

You guys suck! I hate you! I hate you!

[That's pretty much what he's devolved into. You're probably not going to get much out of him for awhile. A lot of yelling. Screaming. Insulting.

He might bite, too.]

We can't leave him. He's a danger to others and himself.

[Flynn rubs his face, making a pained, annoyed sound when Peter turns even more impossible.]

I'll find a way to gag him, I promise.

Fine, I'll carry him, it's not like I'm not used to carrying people by now.

[Flynn's leg will just have to put up with being walked on again properly.]

[log] Because I'm bad... [closed]

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