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entrancelogs2015-09-25 10:16 am
wecandobetter) wrote in entrancelogs2015-09-25 10:16 am
Entry tags:
Closed | Shattered Sight Event [backdated]
Who: Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes
Where: The Training Room
When: September 19th [backdated to the event]
Rating: R
Summary: Sam may not be as forgiving as he likes to pretend.
The Story: I'm sure it's clear and plain to read, it's not an alibi you need.
It wasn't hard to detect the shift in attitudes within the mansion, but the change within his own thinking was harder to see objectively. Possibly because it wasn't so much a change of heart as much as a shift. He already had his own reservations about the man that used to be Bucky Barnes.
It was hard to forget that dead eyed stare that they'd gotten as he'd slid to a stop on the highway after ripping the steering wheel out of Sam's hands. Hard to forget the fact that he'd shot Natasha in the shoulder as she'd been running away from him. Hard to forget the way that Steve had looked on the bank of the Potomac, beaten and bloody and only the slowest rise and fall of his chest any sign that he was still alive at all.
He'd told Steve once that Bucky may not be the kind of man that he could save but Steve had brushed him off, sure that he could do the impossible. He refused to believe that he wouldn't be able to bring his best friend back. Sam could only imagine what that felt like. If he learned yesterday that Riley was still alive, brainwashed and made into a killer assassin, he'd kill himself trying to save him as well. It was why he'd thrown his lot in with Steve. It was why he spent the better half of a year chasing down leads and trying to find a ghost.
But the biggest reason he pressed on was because he knew that Steve needed some kind of protection. Barnes was too much of a weak spot for him and as deadly as he was in person, the memory of him was even more dangerous. If only because Steve would never be able to let it go as long as Bucky was still out there. Steve needed to come to terms, one way or the other with the fact that Bucky may never be the person that he'd known again. And if Sam knew anything at all, he knew that the last thing Steve needed was to be alone when that realization really hit him.
But all of that had been out there. Here, in Wonderland, there was no escape or outrunning things. He didn't know where Steve and Bucky stood, but he did know that he had a few things he needed to get straight with the Winter Soldier. Which is why he sought him out this morning, finally finding him in the training room.
He strode full of purpose, stopping just short of the assassin and crossing his arms. "I need to talk to you."
Where: The Training Room
When: September 19th [backdated to the event]
Rating: R
Summary: Sam may not be as forgiving as he likes to pretend.
The Story: I'm sure it's clear and plain to read, it's not an alibi you need.
It wasn't hard to detect the shift in attitudes within the mansion, but the change within his own thinking was harder to see objectively. Possibly because it wasn't so much a change of heart as much as a shift. He already had his own reservations about the man that used to be Bucky Barnes.
It was hard to forget that dead eyed stare that they'd gotten as he'd slid to a stop on the highway after ripping the steering wheel out of Sam's hands. Hard to forget the fact that he'd shot Natasha in the shoulder as she'd been running away from him. Hard to forget the way that Steve had looked on the bank of the Potomac, beaten and bloody and only the slowest rise and fall of his chest any sign that he was still alive at all.
He'd told Steve once that Bucky may not be the kind of man that he could save but Steve had brushed him off, sure that he could do the impossible. He refused to believe that he wouldn't be able to bring his best friend back. Sam could only imagine what that felt like. If he learned yesterday that Riley was still alive, brainwashed and made into a killer assassin, he'd kill himself trying to save him as well. It was why he'd thrown his lot in with Steve. It was why he spent the better half of a year chasing down leads and trying to find a ghost.
But the biggest reason he pressed on was because he knew that Steve needed some kind of protection. Barnes was too much of a weak spot for him and as deadly as he was in person, the memory of him was even more dangerous. If only because Steve would never be able to let it go as long as Bucky was still out there. Steve needed to come to terms, one way or the other with the fact that Bucky may never be the person that he'd known again. And if Sam knew anything at all, he knew that the last thing Steve needed was to be alone when that realization really hit him.
But all of that had been out there. Here, in Wonderland, there was no escape or outrunning things. He didn't know where Steve and Bucky stood, but he did know that he had a few things he needed to get straight with the Winter Soldier. Which is why he sought him out this morning, finally finding him in the training room.
He strode full of purpose, stopping just short of the assassin and crossing his arms. "I need to talk to you."
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The simulation in front of him flickered out of view as the door to the training room opened. James turned, tense and weary. Instinct told him to reach for the weapon concealed under his loose clothing, but he ignored it, at least for now.
He knew that Sam Wilson had come back sometime after the last event. It wasn't that he was avoiding anyone in particular, but he hadn't gone looking, either. What was he going to say? He might not be HYDRA's best attack dog anymore, but that didn't change the fact that he had tried to kill Sam not so long ago. It wasn't exactly the kind of thing you made up for with a fruit basket.
He put his hand on his hip, the way he'd seen people do when they were just talking; it appeared non-threatening. It was easier to default to things he'd learned through observation when he wasn't sure how to react.
"What's on your mind?"
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Something about the casualness of his good hand on his hip sparked even more anger inside Sam. He stepped closer.
"You may have Steve and the others here fooled, but I know who you are and who you aren't. I've seen first hand what you're capable of." He took another step closer. "You're no hero."
"How long are you going to string them along?"
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He didn't flinch or step back, even when Sam started to get into his space. It wasn't the way Steve did sometimes; this was aggressive, intent in every line of his body. James understood a fight with a clarity that sometimes escaped him when it came to any other kind of intimacy. He dropped his arm, dropped the pretense of normalcy. That was all it was, wasn't it? A pretense. Feeling comfortable in his skin again had just been... It had just been him getting so good at pretending, he'd fooled himself for a while, too. For all that they'd been wrong about, maybe HYDRA had been right about him, at least.
His expression didn't settle into neutrality like he wanted it to. His brow knitted, his mouth tightening in an unhappy line.
"I tried to tell them," he said. His voice was pitched quieter than Sam's, resigned. It wasn't an excuse so much as a statement of fact. He didn't really know how to get through to Steve - especially not now that he'd been there. And then there were people like Blake, Darcy, Sansa... They didn't know he had nightmares, clear and concise, about how he would do it, if he was forced to kill them.
"I..." He didn't know how to finish the thought. He didn't want to argue, but somehow this felt wrong.
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"So you're saying I'm right," Sam said, his voice suddenly sounding loud in the quiet of the training room. This thought was all it took to restore his dedication to setting things right. Bucky himself had just said he was a threat.
At least he'd dropped the fake ass pose and was now just standing in front of him, asking for Sam to push it further. He was challenging him, even if he wasn't doing it the way Sam thought he would. This was probably just part of the trap.
He waited for him to finish speaking, but he clammed up and Sam moved even closer, almost nose to nose with him now. "What? Say it."
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Sam pressed on anyway. It wasn't the words so much as the tone of them, and the way he got right into James' space like it was nothing.
His eyes narrowed, head tilted back. He shifted his weight just a little, bracing. "Вам не нужно причину. Делайте то, что вы пришли сюда, чтобы сделать."
He was baiting Sam deliberately, giving him what he wanted to tip him over the edge into violence.
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He didn't know what the hell Bucky had just said, and he didn't really care. It was clear by his body language and the way he'd said it that it was an inviation. Sam grit his teeth and let him have it, throwing a punch as hard as he could square in Bucky's jaw.
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He moved back just enough to avoid the punch, but no further. His hand twitched at his side, remaining still. If he was a better man, maybe he would just let Sam hit him until he got it all out of his system. But was that what Sam needed, or just what James wanted?
He cocked an eyebrow, challenging. He didn't want to think about this anymore. A fight was a fight, clean and simple. Maybe Sam wasn't the only one who was eager for it after all.
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This time he braced his feet, not bothering with a punch, but ramming straight into the one armed man in front of him with his shoulder in an attempt to not only take him down but to begin to take him out.