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thecapitol2015-08-03 08:11 am
hollowvictor) wrote in thecapitol2015-08-03 08:11 am
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[Closed] Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground
Who| Bucky Barnes (Panem), some unfortunate Capitolites, Bucky Barnes (MCU), Sam Wilson and Initiate later on
What| Bucky (Panem) is looking for answers, instead he's found by Bucky (MCU) and Sam
Where| A less popular blind spot in a noisy part of the Capitol
When| August 3rd, night time
Warnings/Notes| Violence, torture, not nice things
Lights that were too bright, laughter that was too shallow, whispered gossip, glitz and glamour that drowned every inch of the city, no place in Panem looked and felt like the Capitol did. Beautiful and hollow, like a gilded lie.
It was suffocating.
But he wasn't trying to breathe, or think, he was there to do. He'd wasted so much time not doing, he needed to catch up on years of it in the span of hours. He hid his motorbike in a back alley under an old blanket that no one would look twice at and pulled the hood of his coat low over his head. The fabric rich and the look muted, no one would even notice him passing through the crowds, the only good thing to come of the last Rural Reaper's outfit he owned. Just another eccentric nobody wandering the city's streets. He pulled out the piece of paper he'd scribbled down names and addresses on and gave it a quick pass over. He'd memorized them already, his plan lay like a complete puzzle in his mind, but he checked again to make sure. Everything had to run perfectly for this to succeed. He didn't need to survive, he simply needed to see this through. He stepped out into the street lights and could see the clock begin it's countdown on his plan. The ball was set in motion, there was no stopping now.
It was barely evening and his first stop was Peggy's apartment where he stopped long enough to drop the letter into her box. She'd get it later or in the morning and she'd find out what had happened to him one way or another. His next stop was easy, the target would be on his usual walk around the city right now, his social engagements over for the day and on his way to an empty home full of no one who would miss him except his pet muttation. He'd been a big name once and nothing but age and time and up and coming new faces had knocked him down to an honorary position. One that meant no one would miss him until it was too late. Bucky found him exactly where he ought to be: three blocks from his plush Capitolite apartment and just drunk enough to make this more easy than he'd initially planned. A quick yank into an alcove with Bucky's hand pinching his nose closed while his other hand clamped tight over his throat proved effective enough to knock the aging man out. He was shorter and soft from a pleasure-filled life, he didn't stand a chance.
The Capitol's Reaper snuck like a shadow through the back alleys of the city and into a blind spot few even knew about much less used. He tied and gagged the man, leaving him blindfolded and stuffed into a corner where the limited light couldn't reach him. Bucky would be back soon enough.
The next target was a little harder, he was younger, in his political prime and more likely to be missed. But today was his unlucky day, his schedule was nearly clear and his day over early. However, it was well known how much care and attention he gave his exotic plants and that was sure to be where he was this time of night, especially with his wife and daughter out at some event or another, they weren't a concern. With the right strings pulled and Hannah nice enough to point him in the direction he needed, finding the information necessary to carry out this plan had been easy. It was the uncontrollable factors that could screw it all up.
Bucky slipped into the target's house through a carelessly opened window and easily clocked his target on the head with something blunt and heavy he picked up on the way. A typed note he'd made before hand took care of any suspicion as to why he wasn't home and then he was back out of there with his 'prize' in record time. Capitolites were so easy: one surprise party to call you away and your life could easily be overlooked for a few precious hours. Once they were back to the blind spot, he tied and gagged the other man and arranged them to lean against a wall, completely at his mercy.
A small curved blade not unlike a smaller version of his sickle sword came out of the pocket it was tucked into and his empty hand smacked hard against both of their faces to rouse them. "Wake up." He didn't bother trying to mask his voice, he spoke tersely and with a dangerous edge in his voice and they were too far removed from the tributes to know it instantly. The moment he thought they were awake enough, he knelt between them, a gun pressed to the temple of one and the knife held to the other's throat.
"You two have information I need, so we're gonna have a little talk." He pressed the muzzle of the gun harder against the younger politician's temple and pulled the trigger, a quiet click the only answer to the man's obvious flinch. "That was the only empty round, so I suggest you listen to unless you want to find out of I'm lying or not. If your friend here plays along, nothing bad's gonna happen to you, so keep your trap shut. And you-" He pressed the blade to the older man's loosening skin, slicing into it a little. "-you better start talking. What can you tell me about Steve Rogers of District 10?"
What| Bucky (Panem) is looking for answers, instead he's found by Bucky (MCU) and Sam
Where| A less popular blind spot in a noisy part of the Capitol
When| August 3rd, night time
Warnings/Notes| Violence, torture, not nice things
Lights that were too bright, laughter that was too shallow, whispered gossip, glitz and glamour that drowned every inch of the city, no place in Panem looked and felt like the Capitol did. Beautiful and hollow, like a gilded lie.
It was suffocating.
But he wasn't trying to breathe, or think, he was there to do. He'd wasted so much time not doing, he needed to catch up on years of it in the span of hours. He hid his motorbike in a back alley under an old blanket that no one would look twice at and pulled the hood of his coat low over his head. The fabric rich and the look muted, no one would even notice him passing through the crowds, the only good thing to come of the last Rural Reaper's outfit he owned. Just another eccentric nobody wandering the city's streets. He pulled out the piece of paper he'd scribbled down names and addresses on and gave it a quick pass over. He'd memorized them already, his plan lay like a complete puzzle in his mind, but he checked again to make sure. Everything had to run perfectly for this to succeed. He didn't need to survive, he simply needed to see this through. He stepped out into the street lights and could see the clock begin it's countdown on his plan. The ball was set in motion, there was no stopping now.
It was barely evening and his first stop was Peggy's apartment where he stopped long enough to drop the letter into her box. She'd get it later or in the morning and she'd find out what had happened to him one way or another. His next stop was easy, the target would be on his usual walk around the city right now, his social engagements over for the day and on his way to an empty home full of no one who would miss him except his pet muttation. He'd been a big name once and nothing but age and time and up and coming new faces had knocked him down to an honorary position. One that meant no one would miss him until it was too late. Bucky found him exactly where he ought to be: three blocks from his plush Capitolite apartment and just drunk enough to make this more easy than he'd initially planned. A quick yank into an alcove with Bucky's hand pinching his nose closed while his other hand clamped tight over his throat proved effective enough to knock the aging man out. He was shorter and soft from a pleasure-filled life, he didn't stand a chance.
The Capitol's Reaper snuck like a shadow through the back alleys of the city and into a blind spot few even knew about much less used. He tied and gagged the man, leaving him blindfolded and stuffed into a corner where the limited light couldn't reach him. Bucky would be back soon enough.
The next target was a little harder, he was younger, in his political prime and more likely to be missed. But today was his unlucky day, his schedule was nearly clear and his day over early. However, it was well known how much care and attention he gave his exotic plants and that was sure to be where he was this time of night, especially with his wife and daughter out at some event or another, they weren't a concern. With the right strings pulled and Hannah nice enough to point him in the direction he needed, finding the information necessary to carry out this plan had been easy. It was the uncontrollable factors that could screw it all up.
Bucky slipped into the target's house through a carelessly opened window and easily clocked his target on the head with something blunt and heavy he picked up on the way. A typed note he'd made before hand took care of any suspicion as to why he wasn't home and then he was back out of there with his 'prize' in record time. Capitolites were so easy: one surprise party to call you away and your life could easily be overlooked for a few precious hours. Once they were back to the blind spot, he tied and gagged the other man and arranged them to lean against a wall, completely at his mercy.
A small curved blade not unlike a smaller version of his sickle sword came out of the pocket it was tucked into and his empty hand smacked hard against both of their faces to rouse them. "Wake up." He didn't bother trying to mask his voice, he spoke tersely and with a dangerous edge in his voice and they were too far removed from the tributes to know it instantly. The moment he thought they were awake enough, he knelt between them, a gun pressed to the temple of one and the knife held to the other's throat.
"You two have information I need, so we're gonna have a little talk." He pressed the muzzle of the gun harder against the younger politician's temple and pulled the trigger, a quiet click the only answer to the man's obvious flinch. "That was the only empty round, so I suggest you listen to unless you want to find out of I'm lying or not. If your friend here plays along, nothing bad's gonna happen to you, so keep your trap shut. And you-" He pressed the blade to the older man's loosening skin, slicing into it a little. "-you better start talking. What can you tell me about Steve Rogers of District 10?"
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But it didn't matter if this was as far as he'd go or if the last person responsible for Steve would be as far as he'd go, (Wouldn't that be himself?) this was already a bad road to be on, he knew that much. Really, as far as Bucky was concerned, both his other and Sam were right.
He didn't want Sam to think he was giving up, even if that wasn't what it felt like, they'd basically promised that wouldn't happen. But this man didn't deserve to keep living. Then again, who was he to decide that? He already had with one of them, did he really have a right to do it with this piece of crap too? Maybe he didn't deserve to keep living, but it wasn't Bucky's call to end him either.
'The living have it wrong, Reapers don't cause death, they help those destined to die move on.' Hannah's words echoed in his head. He pocketed his gun and knelt down, ensuring the gag and blindfold were back in place along with the binds on Albnair's wrists and ankles.
"A peacekeeper will find them eventually, either way. Maybe, if he's lucky, he'll bleed out before they find him and find out he gave away information to rebels."
He stood and looked between the two, expression once again impassive. "You can't stay here, they'll torture or kill you, you have no choice but to come back to 13 with me." This wasn't something to be argued, it was there in his tone, this was an order.
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But Sam's seen too many people who said 'just this one and that's it, then I'm done, then it'll be over, then I can move on' and it was never true. And maybe Sam's being a little bit selfish here, trying to get Bucky not to let himself play judge and executioner, because Sam's too scared to take that risk.
To watch Bucky kill this guy, whether he deserves it or not, and hope that it isn't going to lead him down a path he's seen too many people go.
At the word 'peacekeeper,' Sam's eyes flick up towards the end of the alley, where Kate's perched, but she's still just sitting there, alert, so he looks back over at Bucky.
"And if he dies, they know he's missing and they check their cameras and find out what happened anyway, that doesn't matter."
Honestly, he doesn't know how to feel when Bucky puts the gun away. He doesn't have a lot of time to figure out before Bucky starts talking again, and Sam - doesn't know how to react to that, either.
It's stupid to say no, to say that he'll stay here and stall for time while they both get out - he knows the Bucky from his world wouldn't go for it, and he isn't sure the Bucky from this world would, either. But more than that, he isn't even sure how much time he could buy, if it would matter.
"Not without Initiate," he says instead, before he even thinks about it. "He's part of the reason 13's still standing and he got Avoxed for it, I'm not leaving him here. I made him a promise."
He made the same one to Clint, but Sam has less options there. Clint's a big boy; he can make the choice for himself, even if Sam doesn't like it. Kurloz can't, not anymore.
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The other him puts the gun away, so at least they're safe for now from a gunshot summoning the enemy down upon them.
"What?" he blinks, stilling as he looks first at the kid, James -- James is safe, and then at Sam. Leave the Capitol? Go to District 13 now?
When the chance came he'd always thought he'd be ready and willing without regret, Steve is in 13 after all, but he's shocked to find he's not. Instead his thoughts flash to everyone else, to all the friends that it would mean leaving behind at the Capitol's mercy still. A number of people Bucky cares for have already made it to the lost district but not all. Aang, he thinks, Clint, Tony...
James might be right in that they don't have a choice but it won't make things any easier.
"We'd have to go back to the Tower," Bucky says to Sam, a little incredulous but not against him. He has a point and Initiate is Bucky's friend too. "That's risky." but at the same time he thinks maybe not impossible, not if they move fast.
Bucky knows where the Avox quarters are.
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"You have twenty minutes to do what you're going to do and get to the alleyway behind the speakeasy, got it? Don't be late."
He wasn't sure about the Initiate, he knew what the Capitol had said, but he also knew the Capitol was full of shit. That being said, The Initiate's power was not, their inside sources had told them as much and the thought of what that power could do...well, the chips were still in place and thy hadn't cracked the code on that yet, maybe by the time they did, the troll or whatever he was would have a higher opinion of the people rescuing and helping him.
It was an angle he could try and use to sell this whole thing to President Coin when they inevitably got back and she ripped his face off for it.
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He doesn't think he has to tell Bucky that, not really, but he's gearing up in case he has to convince the Bucky who didn't know Kurloz. So it's a relief when Bucky gives them twenty minutes - it's not a lot, but they can do it.
Sam looks up at Kate, tilting his head at her until she swoops down to land on his outstretched arm. He fumbles in his pocket, pulling out a scrap of paper and scribbling a series of dots and dashes onto it before tucking it into a bag around her talon. "Go back home, okay Katie Kate?" he murmurs to her, stroking a hand over her back as he pushes his arm up and she launches off. He hates watching her go, but he can't bring her to 13.
Then he glances back up at Bucky, the one from his world.
"We got enough time to swing by and grab what we've been holding onto for Steve?"
Everything else Sam'd want he already has in the bag he carries with him, thanks to Terezi.
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Realistically it might be easier for him to get the Initiate but Bucky thinks he'll probably respond better to Sam - which is something of an excuse for him to be able to be the one who gets Steve's shield back.
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But if this is what Bucky wants, Sam's not going to try to take it from him. Bucky's had enough of that over the years, and Sam can handle not being the one to bring Steve his shield.
"Point me in the right way, then, and I'll meet you at the Speakeasy. Just-" There's a pause, then he adds, "If you run into Clint, will you think about grabbing him?"
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The request catches him by surprise and he glances behind them, almost as if the other version of himself is watching before looking back at Sam. "Of course I will."
If they had time there'd be a few other people he'd try to grab besides.
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So he just listens to Bucky’s directions as they walk, committing it to memory and already trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to get Kurloz out of there short of just swinging Kurloz over his shoulders and carrying him out.
He ducks his head a little at Bucky’s surprise, and he hopes he doesn’t ask, because he doesn’t want to explain himself, either. “Thanks.”
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They reach the Tribute Tower, and Bucky spares a moment to reach over and squeeze Sam's shoulder before they part ways on their separate missions. It's reassurance, it's a promise that he'll be back here when Sam is to make their escape.
Then he goes for the elevator to head up to the hiding place of Steve's shield and Thor's hammer.