Mission: Capitol Liberation

[etcircenses]

Who| Bucky Barnes, Enjolras, Joan Watson, Punchy, & Marius Pontmercy.
What| Liberation of the idiots.
Where| The Tribute Center
When| January 1st
Warnings/Notes| N/A

This leg of the mission would require more stealth and discretion than anything else. The team would go into the Capitol, making use of the smuggling method the rebels had established and make their way into the Tribute Center. Bucky, Enjolras, and Joan would be provided with elaborate disguises to aid in their infiltration if necessary, otherwise they would be very much on their own. The hovercraft couldn't wait around for them and they would have no back up in case something went wrong.

It wasn't until they were nearly to the Capitol that their targets were revealed. Punchy and Marius. Wait... Punchy and Marius?

Doubts as to their suitability as soldiers aside, the trio's mission was clear. They had to be in and out of there and at the rendezvous point before 2300. It was 0700 when they were dropped off. Plenty of time, right? Right?

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[aboveangrybees]

With all the buzz, Steve normally would stay in his suite, avoid the hullabaloo and noise, but staying away from it only grants him the continuous playbacks of his friends dying in the arena. Watching them over and over again, dying, unable to help, unsure if they will come back. He tries to ignore it for as long as he can, but eventually it gets too much. Too overwhelming.

The roof is too crowded to get any air or peace, no, the best option is to slip out of the tower and to a quiet corner of the city. There's not many of them, but Steve knows a few.

It's immediate that the man having a panic attack catches his attention, causing him to automatically start moving over to help him without knowing or recognizing him. Though the closer he gets the more the man looks like- no. Bucky can't be revived yet and the other one never was revived. Unless-

Doesn't matter, help with the panic attack and piece things together after.

"Woah, hey, I got you, you're alright," he says it gently but with a firm assurance to help the thought settle in the man's mind. He keeps his hands off him, but he kneels to look up at him, making his presence less looming. "Breathe with me, okay? Slow, calm, just focus on breathing," as he says it, his breathing is already falling into a very calm and deliberate pace, making it audible enough so it's easy to follow. "In... then out," a breathy murmur.

[hollowvictor]

His head was buzzing too loudly, his chest tight and memories still played behind his closed eyes, but they were softening. Slowly, he became aware of a voice and it changed the memories that flashed in his head. The Arena fell away to calm fields and pastures, clumps of trees growing all around a town whose main soundtrack consisted of the constant but low thrum of livestock that was raised there.

His heart calmed as memories he didn't have played a stick of a boy telling Bucky he was alright, to just breathe slow and calm. In, then out." He knew they weren't real, that the dregs of panic still swirling in his head had pieced them together but, for one second, he clung to them as though they were real.

Then they fell to pieces and the memories stopped, leaving only the voice that was too close and hurt too much. Not him. Anyone but him.

He didn't pull his hands away from his face, afraid that if he stopped pressing them into his eyes, he'd look up and see a face that sent a lance through his heart and a thousand volts of ache through the rest of him, but attached to a body that was too broad, too muscular, too perfect for the memories in Bucky's head.

His voice was barely more than a quiet croak when he finally spoke. "What are you doing here? Just go and leave me alone." It wasn't safe for Steve to be there, but if Bucky said that, Steve might catch how Bucky didn't want him to go, only wanted him to stay safe and alive and everything his Steve no longer was. As it was, he wasn't sure he'd been overly convincing.