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?

Comments

[formersurgeon]

Joan has drawn her hair back and tied it in a ponytail at the nape of her neck, hoping it looks sufficiently different and sufficiently mousy to pull this off. But when she looks at Punchy, her hair is the least of her concerns.

She crosses to him and takes his hands in hers.

"It's not far. Once we get to the meeting place, we can rest a little."

She squeezes his hands.

"Can you do this for me?"

[culturalappropriation]

"Anything for you, Joanie. I can do anything..." He trails off, eyes fixed on something on the far wall, then snaps back to attention and looks at both their hands.

[formersurgeon]

"Hey."

She reaches up, cups his cheek, lifts his face so his eyes meet hers.

"You're going to follow me. Okay? Ignore everything else, just focus on me."

[culturalappropriation]

He nods, breathless and dazed. "I'm focused."

Not for the first time, she becomes his whole world, and he reaches over and gives her bicep a squeeze, holding on for direction.

[formersurgeon]

"You're doing great," she says, letting her thumb caress his cheek breifly. Then she turns, waits for a moment to make sure he's with her, and heads for the exit, keeping her head down.

[culturalappropriation]

He doesn't take her hand. He walks with that automated shuffle of an Avox now, only faster. It's not as if he's put on a costume; it's as if he's temporarily reverted himself entirely.

And so they escape.