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thecapitol2014-07-02 02:04 pm
tookthewheel) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-02 02:04 pm
Cruelty is in waking [Open]
Who| Bucky Barnes (MCU) and Steve Rogers, Bucky and OTA
What| Bucky arrives back in the Capitol and luckily runs into Steve first, later in the week he's exploring the training centre
Where| Various locations in the training centre
When| Through week six after Bucky comes back from the dead
Warnings/Notes| Amnesia, references to trauma/violence, angst everywhere. Reply in your chosen format and I shall reciprocate!
Arrival:
He has to get out.
That thought is what is driving him forwards, has driven him forwards since he woke up and stared at two mismatched hands and thought, I've been here before. Even an asset like him knows that there are some things you aren't supposed to wake up from.
He crashed out of the too large and too soft bed soon after, hit the floor and then stumbled up, disturbed more by the sight of luxury than he would have been to find an ice-encrusted chamber and a cruel metal chair waiting for him. Somehow he'd been able to focus enough to rip open the wardrobe, snapping the hinges on the door as he rifled through, found jeans and boots that fit, a shirt and then a jacket with a hood he yanked up and tugged as far over his face as it would go. A glove was yanked unceremoniously over his metal hand.
If anyone had been in the District 1 suite to witness they would have seen the Soldier emerge from his room and barrel towards the door and out into the hallway beyond...
Prompt A: District 1 suite
There is a space here that is his. The one he woke up in.
Somewhat in better mind Bucky decides it's something he should get used to, though he's unsure if it will mean anything. It's his in name only, just like the cryo-chamber was his, like the chair was -- only by merit that no one else was put ever in there. Two days and he's shaved and somewhat more presentable than he has been for weeks and looking a damn sight better than the ghost of a man who haunted the arena for two weeks, though still trying to hide underneath a hood as he paces through the door.
Promt B: The Training Center
He finds the highest of the climbing platforms and sequesters himself there. Coming here he had no intention of fighting, distrustful of his own ability to hold back, he's come to observe. The arena is going to happen again, he's learned, and with little else to occupy him than follow Steve around on the other man's business while hoping to learn something about himself he's decided to try and do something useful instead.
Up here he can sit and watch, gauge how the other tributes fight, what they know and try to gain an estimate of their weaknesses. Few seem to use the climbing platforms and up above he can tuck himself away into the shadows, intending to be undisturbed as he conducts his reconnaissance.
Prompt C: The rooftop
Of all the places he's explored in the training centre (the city still waits to be seen) he decides he likes this one the best. It's quiet. Big enough with secluded spots where he can avoid others. At this time of year it's also warm with the sun beating down, the heat unimpeded by the barely visible glimmer of the force fields.
He finds a secluded spot and sits on the ground with his back to a wooden wall that has plants crawling up it, ensuring no one can come at him from behind and giving him a clear view of anything approaching from the front.
What| Bucky arrives back in the Capitol and luckily runs into Steve first, later in the week he's exploring the training centre
Where| Various locations in the training centre
When| Through week six after Bucky comes back from the dead
Warnings/Notes| Amnesia, references to trauma/violence, angst everywhere. Reply in your chosen format and I shall reciprocate!
Arrival:
He has to get out.
That thought is what is driving him forwards, has driven him forwards since he woke up and stared at two mismatched hands and thought, I've been here before. Even an asset like him knows that there are some things you aren't supposed to wake up from.
He crashed out of the too large and too soft bed soon after, hit the floor and then stumbled up, disturbed more by the sight of luxury than he would have been to find an ice-encrusted chamber and a cruel metal chair waiting for him. Somehow he'd been able to focus enough to rip open the wardrobe, snapping the hinges on the door as he rifled through, found jeans and boots that fit, a shirt and then a jacket with a hood he yanked up and tugged as far over his face as it would go. A glove was yanked unceremoniously over his metal hand.
If anyone had been in the District 1 suite to witness they would have seen the Soldier emerge from his room and barrel towards the door and out into the hallway beyond...
Prompt A: District 1 suite
There is a space here that is his. The one he woke up in.
Somewhat in better mind Bucky decides it's something he should get used to, though he's unsure if it will mean anything. It's his in name only, just like the cryo-chamber was his, like the chair was -- only by merit that no one else was put ever in there. Two days and he's shaved and somewhat more presentable than he has been for weeks and looking a damn sight better than the ghost of a man who haunted the arena for two weeks, though still trying to hide underneath a hood as he paces through the door.
Promt B: The Training Center
He finds the highest of the climbing platforms and sequesters himself there. Coming here he had no intention of fighting, distrustful of his own ability to hold back, he's come to observe. The arena is going to happen again, he's learned, and with little else to occupy him than follow Steve around on the other man's business while hoping to learn something about himself he's decided to try and do something useful instead.
Up here he can sit and watch, gauge how the other tributes fight, what they know and try to gain an estimate of their weaknesses. Few seem to use the climbing platforms and up above he can tuck himself away into the shadows, intending to be undisturbed as he conducts his reconnaissance.
Prompt C: The rooftop
Of all the places he's explored in the training centre (the city still waits to be seen) he decides he likes this one the best. It's quiet. Big enough with secluded spots where he can avoid others. At this time of year it's also warm with the sun beating down, the heat unimpeded by the barely visible glimmer of the force fields.
He finds a secluded spot and sits on the ground with his back to a wooden wall that has plants crawling up it, ensuring no one can come at him from behind and giving him a clear view of anything approaching from the front.
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It's an unkind thing to say. But he has to be disparaging like that now and again--the alternative is facing down the Winter Soldier as a separate person, a person in need of help, instead of a terrible echo of his own past.
Still, he can't entirely dismiss this other self, either. "Your name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you go by 'Bucky.' You--you grew up with Steve Rogers." It's still strange to say that, to him. Does he almost feel jealous? "You're his best friend and partner. He wants you to remember, too."
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The thing is, it itches, it's the only way he can describe it. The information digs at him but he just can't claw the memories to match the words.
"I know him." he says slowly, and he was agreeing. He knows and he doesn't remember, but he knows. That's the worst thing, how can he know something and not remember it? He looks up at the man who almost shares his face and who shares the name, "He said he would help." he shifted slightly, still perfectly balanced at the edge of the platform, still ready.
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He leans forward a little. Not threatening, just sincere and intent. "Steve Rogers helps everyone who's in need. You help Steve Rogers when he's in need."
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There's a strange mirroring in the man who's still so much the Winter Soldier, but not quite, the same sort of intentness, soaking up the information of who Steve is and who he himself is. Was. Is? The museum's information had been the bare bones of Bucky Barnes life.
"He always picks fights." Where those words come from he doesn't rightly know, but they feel right. He nods slowly, considerately. "It's... the mission?"
Or a gut instinct. How he'd felt when he thought Steve was dead, his reluctance to leave him with the Black Widow in his room.
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Whatever differences there may be between Bucky and the man before him, however dissimilar their programming may have been, he too remembers the time when the mission was the only thing he cared about, the only thing he could care about. It's painful to think on. "You're wrong."
He touches his chest, over his heart. "Steve doesn't have a mission. That's where he's different from you and me. He has a heart, instead. He does what's right because he believes in it, not because anyone's told him to."
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He accepts the correction though, even if he doesn't truly grasp the meaning. Living life without missions and clear direction was a daunting prospect.
"I..." the words come out uncertainly, like he's confessing a grievous sin, like a dog that's been waiting for its masters blow to fall. "failed my last mission."
Bucky's not sure what he's looking for, validation perhaps, from one who was like him, who knew the severity of what that meant.
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"Look," he says quietly, "have you seen any of your handlers here since you arrived? Have you seen anyone who's going to punish you for failing? Not one. You choose who you follow now."
He doesn't say you don't follow anyone or you're your own man, because he knows: that's going too far. It's something even he struggles to grasp, even now, as much as he might claim it out of one side of his mouth.
"So pick someone who deserves it."
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This Bucky's head lowers as he listens because the other is right. There is no one here, there has been no one since the battle. No Alexander Pierce (dead, dead) and anyone else who had command of him in some capacity was either critically injured, already in custody or fled. Even if they would have eventually come for him back there he has seen no evidence that they exist here.
Hydra cannot reach him, that's a revelation.
As for that that last part the decision is already made but the extra confirmation reassures him. "I have."