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entrancelogs2015-08-29 01:16 am
disassembles) wrote in entrancelogs2015-08-29 01:16 am
start by pulling him out of the fire [open]
Who: Bucky Barnes and YOU
Where: All over Wonderland!
When: 08/28 - 09/02
Rating: R for violence?
Summary: Sometimes the nightmare starts when you wake up.
The Story:
08/28 - 08/29 he was supposed to be an angel but they took him from that light
For a long time, James has slept with weapons always nearby, but lately he worries about night terrors; he worries about hurting someone he cares about, half-awake. He's begun to keep anything sharp away from the bed, since that day Steve woke up half his usual size.
He thinks he's dreaming when Steve attacks him that morning, fingers tight around his throat. Even when the reality sets in later, all of his bruises darkening in daylight, he can't bring himself to believe it.
He gets Darcy to a safe room that no one else knows about, and spends much of the first day gathering information with her. He already has an idea of what's happened, and he tells a few people as much.
By the second day, it's no longer a question of someone else's memory gone awry. After he makes his announcement, he returns to the safe room. He can only hope that people see it and listen to him, but at least in some cases HYDRA won't have the advantage of confusion. He has some contacts now, too, and he organizes with them, trading information and strategy with the people who responded to him. He doesn't think about the people who didn't respond. He'll find them.
HYDRA may have created the Winter Soldier in their labs, but they don't know him anymore.
08/29 - 09/01 and turned him into something hungry
James is on the hunt.
He knows another brainwashed soldier like he knows his own reflection. He stays out of sight, but he follows them, taking note of rooms with weapons and equipment of all kinds. He circles back to them at night and during odd hours of the day, cornering those who might be wandering alone. There's no point in destroying the room when they can create more of them as easily as opening a door. He makes a mess of lab work, wipes hard drives, and carefully sabotages ammunition. For the most part however, it's the people he's concerned with.
When he sees an agent strapping someone to a chair, discretion dictates that he should disappear, that the danger of reinforcements emerging quickly is too great.
Leaving someone to be brainwashed, however, would be a failure.
Perhaps he drops the HYDRA agent with a shot to the shoulder, or perhaps he tries to sneak up behind them and hold his hand over their nose and mouth, choking them out. He tries to be quick, quiet, and non-lethal. His objective is to save people. Those who are brainwashed are victims too, he's been told.
There are more familiar faces in the crosshairs of his rifle, at the end of his knife. He pleads with them, always on the defensive. More often than not, it doesn't work.
He doesn't sleep. He can't. Luckily, he doesn't need very much of it anyway.
09/02 and onward something that forgets what his hands are for when they aren’t shaking
He sleeps for almost a full day when it's over - still in a safe room, far away from everyone. He doesn't really want to wake up, but he does anyway.
He's off-balance on his feet for the first hour, learning to compensate again for the wreckage where his arm used to be. He trims the hanging wires and twists off little bits of metal, then wraps the stub of his shoulder, mostly to keep it from catching on all of his clothes. He does a passable job with the rest of the bandages, and presses lightly at fractures to gauge how they're healing. It'll all be gone in no time anyway.
He pins his sleeve up before he gets dressed and turns his phone back on. He sends a message to anyone who hasn't sent him one already, and then goes through replying to everyone else.
Eventually, it's Dodger whining at him and tugging at his pant leg that gets him out of the safe room.
He goes home. He doesn't have anywhere else to be.
[ ooc: Feel free to tag in at any point during the event! These are mostly catch-all starters. I'll match prose/brackets. ]
Where: All over Wonderland!
When: 08/28 - 09/02
Rating: R for violence?
Summary: Sometimes the nightmare starts when you wake up.
The Story:
For a long time, James has slept with weapons always nearby, but lately he worries about night terrors; he worries about hurting someone he cares about, half-awake. He's begun to keep anything sharp away from the bed, since that day Steve woke up half his usual size.
He thinks he's dreaming when Steve attacks him that morning, fingers tight around his throat. Even when the reality sets in later, all of his bruises darkening in daylight, he can't bring himself to believe it.
He gets Darcy to a safe room that no one else knows about, and spends much of the first day gathering information with her. He already has an idea of what's happened, and he tells a few people as much.
By the second day, it's no longer a question of someone else's memory gone awry. After he makes his announcement, he returns to the safe room. He can only hope that people see it and listen to him, but at least in some cases HYDRA won't have the advantage of confusion. He has some contacts now, too, and he organizes with them, trading information and strategy with the people who responded to him. He doesn't think about the people who didn't respond. He'll find them.
HYDRA may have created the Winter Soldier in their labs, but they don't know him anymore.
James is on the hunt.
He knows another brainwashed soldier like he knows his own reflection. He stays out of sight, but he follows them, taking note of rooms with weapons and equipment of all kinds. He circles back to them at night and during odd hours of the day, cornering those who might be wandering alone. There's no point in destroying the room when they can create more of them as easily as opening a door. He makes a mess of lab work, wipes hard drives, and carefully sabotages ammunition. For the most part however, it's the people he's concerned with.
When he sees an agent strapping someone to a chair, discretion dictates that he should disappear, that the danger of reinforcements emerging quickly is too great.
Leaving someone to be brainwashed, however, would be a failure.
Perhaps he drops the HYDRA agent with a shot to the shoulder, or perhaps he tries to sneak up behind them and hold his hand over their nose and mouth, choking them out. He tries to be quick, quiet, and non-lethal. His objective is to save people. Those who are brainwashed are victims too, he's been told.
There are more familiar faces in the crosshairs of his rifle, at the end of his knife. He pleads with them, always on the defensive. More often than not, it doesn't work.
He doesn't sleep. He can't. Luckily, he doesn't need very much of it anyway.
He sleeps for almost a full day when it's over - still in a safe room, far away from everyone. He doesn't really want to wake up, but he does anyway.
He's off-balance on his feet for the first hour, learning to compensate again for the wreckage where his arm used to be. He trims the hanging wires and twists off little bits of metal, then wraps the stub of his shoulder, mostly to keep it from catching on all of his clothes. He does a passable job with the rest of the bandages, and presses lightly at fractures to gauge how they're healing. It'll all be gone in no time anyway.
He pins his sleeve up before he gets dressed and turns his phone back on. He sends a message to anyone who hasn't sent him one already, and then goes through replying to everyone else.
Eventually, it's Dodger whining at him and tugging at his pant leg that gets him out of the safe room.
He goes home. He doesn't have anywhere else to be.
[ ooc: Feel free to tag in at any point during the event! These are mostly catch-all starters. I'll match prose/brackets. ]
Morning of the 28th /cracks knuckles
She hadn't wanted to get up early on a Friday morning, but the coffee shop had needed a little attention. If she hadn't been dragging her feet she might have made it down early enough to have a mini freak-out thanks to the mansion... But, mornings were hard. Having just slipped her phone into her back pocket, fingers pause on the doorknob as she pulls it open to what sounds like chaos across the hall.
It takes her a second to figure out what's going on, letting her gaze shift for a moment to the new posters. She doesn't stare too long when a louder noise seems to shake the room across from her. There was no way this was gonna be good. Fully shutting her door behind her, fingers still resting on the knob, her voice is tentative - not sure she's gonna like whatever comes out from behind the other door.
"Uh... Guys?" Please be wrestling or something dumb.
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"Steve please." James begs, nothing short of panicked desperation in his voice. The door opens a moment later, and a little golden retriever puppy bolts outside. James backs out slowly, his hands up in a familiar defensive position.
He wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else, wholly unarmed. His eyes are wide, horrified. He's bleeding from a split lip, bruises already beginning to show around his throat. Inside, Steve is down for the moment, but he's already shaking off the hit.
James turns sharply, and the moment his eyes focus on Darcy he grabs her arm. "Run, now!"
He pulls her with him, then pushes her ahead as they make for the stairs.
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Letting him guide her, she focuses on not tripping as she moves to run down the stairs.
"What the hell is going on?"
It's broken and breathy as she moves - not even sure where they can go to get away from him if things had gone as bad as she guessed. Right now? She's just gonna run until he tells her to stop.
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He beacons for Darcy to come with him to the 4th floor. "It's not safe to go back to your room, but I've got a space here."
He doesn't relax, weary of any other surprises this morning. "I don't know what's going on. Something's wrong with Steve. He doesn't remember who he is - who I am - anything."
His own breathing is still uneven, and it has nothing to do with the sprint, but James fights to get himself back under control as he picks the lock to his safe room. "He thinks he's with HYDRA."
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“HYDRA?” She’s not even gonna comment on the fact that he has a safe room. It really isn’t as much of a surprise as it should be and maybe that in and of itself is enough of a surprise. She wasn’t ready for this type of event, not when the mansion was going to chuck this kind of crap at them.
“What do we do? I mean, if it hit Steve, he can’t be the only one.”
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He lets Dodger in before he shuts the door and locks it.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," he says, heading straight for the closet. He drags out some tactical gear, tossing it onto the couch nearby. "I've gotta do some recon. You'll be safe if you stay here."
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She shrugs, running through her mental roladex of people here that might be helpful. "I can talk to an angel I know to get a few rooms hidden from everyone. It's not foolproof, but it'd be a start. There are kids here, Bucky... What if -" Nope. Nope. She's not starting the what-if game right now.
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He should have known that Darcy wouldn't sit by and let things happen, but at the moment he's honestly grateful for it. If this is even half as bad as he thinks it's going to be, he's going to need all of the help he can get - and there's almost no one in this place that he trusts more than Darcy.
He just wishes that he wasn't about to drag her into more trouble.
"Alright, do it. Just don't let him know where you are unless you're sure you can trust him."
He turns back to her when she trails off, coming back over to actually get a look at her. Not the quick once-over 'I'm checking you for physical injuries' kind, but an a deeper kind of concern. He hesitates a moment, then reaches for her shoulder with his right hand. "Don't. We don't know anything yet."
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And considering what kinda crap this place likes to pull up? Better that she can help rather than try to lay low and probably get herself into trouble. Especially thinking about the types of people here who could get hit. Them having Steve was already bad enough.
"Yeah, I will - I -" Could angels even be brainwashed? Did she want to know? She swallows hard, keeping her gaze on him as his hand moves for her shoulder. "We know it's bad. We know that if it keeps up at the rate this kinda crap normally does, it's gonna get a lot worse. Kinda hard to not think about what-ifs. Like what if they get ahold of Thor? Or even Bruce? How are we even gonna be able to tell with all of them?"
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"If they had Banner, we'd know. Chances are he's smart enough to stay clear. I don't even know if they could restrain people like him or Thor." Yet. He doesn't say, but he knows she's thinking it too. He gives her shoulder a brief squeeze. "Look, it's just like training. The big picture is important, but you deal with what's in front of you first. You do what you can with what you know."
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That much is true, no argument coming from her at his assessment and yes... She definitely has the word yet floating in the back of her mind. Goes great with what-if. Giving a little shake of her head, she can't help but doubt a little more than she should. "Well, if the people they already grabbed don't remember anything, maybe some of the others'll be safe enough for now." There's another what-if she could bring up but she won't. "What're you gonna do? You can't stop everything on your own. We need a plan."
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"I'm not that bad." He didn't run into things half-cocked usually.
Sometimes.
He wasn't doing it right at this moment was the point. "I'm gonna see if I can figure out what they're after, and what kind of resources they're working with. Strictly recon. I'll be back in a few hours, but I want you to--" He pauses, catching himself. "I want us to check-in. With each other."
That sounds reasonable, right? Not check in with me because I don't want to leave you alone like this or I don't want to deal with this alone, either.
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"A few hours. Alright." Her gaze drops to her feet for a moment before moving back to his face, fairly certain of what he stopped himself from saying. "I'll grab a laptop out of the closet and start making some new lists so we can keep track of maybe where they're setting up strongholds or what they're targeting. I'll see what I can remember from the Wonderland phone tree up in my room and see about reaching out to a few people. That way you can also text me updates and we can keep a master list of who's been hit and who's still okay."
A list she can leave in here that they can both access in an attempt to stay ahead. It's also a really nice thing for her to focus on to stay busy because busy will be good rather than sitting and worrying about him being out there.
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"Call me if you need me, or if I can do anything else to help out. I'll see you soon." He goes to strap on the last of his weaponry, and with one last glance back at her, he closes the door and locks it behind him. If only he could believe that it would be enough t keep her, or any of them safe.