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rekindleme2014-09-05 07:41 pm
heismymission) wrote in rekindleme2014-09-05 07:41 pm
Flashy meets Slashy, Part 2!
Who: Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes. Later: YOU!
Where: First and second districts, possibly elsewhere
When: September 6th
Summary: A rematch for the ages, thanks to a little bit of malfunctioning dangerous tech. Later: Bucky roams around so people can point and laugh.
Warnings: Violence. Murderous intent. General Winter Soldier things.
[The former assassin thought he was beginning to improve himself, that maybe he could reclaim some part of his life that wasn't HYDRA and begin to move forward in earnest. He's been making progress towards that end and towards keeping the memories he's managed to get a hold of. He felt like he had purpose--that he was ready for whatever came his way.
It isn't that he clung to Steve so much that a day away makes him nervous. It's the thought that he might not return, that he might not remember, that brings him the most unease.
But instead of focusing on the things he can't change, he decides to focus on something he can do. Said something is currently taking a good look at the closed southern districts from atop a few roofs in the first and second districts. He remembers the warning given to them--that entering the places will drain their energy rapidly--but he wonders if maybe there's something hidden there, some reason for them to have kept these places closed when it's been pointed out that enough energy has been made to open them.
He doesn't really expect anyone to bother him, and he's fairly certain anyone he encounters will leave him be. It's not like he hasn't made peace (however shaky) with the one he had a violent encounter with the last time he was surveying things from a roof.]
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[To say Bucky is tired and in pain is a massive understatement. He's been tossed around and injured in more ways than he'd like to admit, and frankly, he doesn't intend to. He honestly could have nodded off in his room to speed up his recovery, but given that Stark is currently inhabiting the apartment, he thinks it's better to... go elsewhere, at least for the moment.
He decides to walk through the nearby districts, seeing what kind of collateral damage they left. A few dents and cracks in walls, a mark where he narrowly dodged getting blown up, bloodstains here and there--some his, some Stark's. He wonders if anyone saw them fighting, either the empty suit going berserk and attacking him or his attempts to hunt down the fleeing engineer. It would be nicer if no one did. He really doesn't feel like explaining anything.
At least he's in some less-tattered clothes now, even if he's only half bandaged up. He still looks like a mess, sadly, walking through the streets for no real reason except to get out of his shared apartment.]
Where: First and second districts, possibly elsewhere
When: September 6th
Summary: A rematch for the ages, thanks to a little bit of malfunctioning dangerous tech. Later: Bucky roams around so people can point and laugh.
Warnings: Violence. Murderous intent. General Winter Soldier things.
[The former assassin thought he was beginning to improve himself, that maybe he could reclaim some part of his life that wasn't HYDRA and begin to move forward in earnest. He's been making progress towards that end and towards keeping the memories he's managed to get a hold of. He felt like he had purpose--that he was ready for whatever came his way.
It isn't that he clung to Steve so much that a day away makes him nervous. It's the thought that he might not return, that he might not remember, that brings him the most unease.
But instead of focusing on the things he can't change, he decides to focus on something he can do. Said something is currently taking a good look at the closed southern districts from atop a few roofs in the first and second districts. He remembers the warning given to them--that entering the places will drain their energy rapidly--but he wonders if maybe there's something hidden there, some reason for them to have kept these places closed when it's been pointed out that enough energy has been made to open them.
He doesn't really expect anyone to bother him, and he's fairly certain anyone he encounters will leave him be. It's not like he hasn't made peace (however shaky) with the one he had a violent encounter with the last time he was surveying things from a roof.]
[To say Bucky is tired and in pain is a massive understatement. He's been tossed around and injured in more ways than he'd like to admit, and frankly, he doesn't intend to. He honestly could have nodded off in his room to speed up his recovery, but given that Stark is currently inhabiting the apartment, he thinks it's better to... go elsewhere, at least for the moment.
He decides to walk through the nearby districts, seeing what kind of collateral damage they left. A few dents and cracks in walls, a mark where he narrowly dodged getting blown up, bloodstains here and there--some his, some Stark's. He wonders if anyone saw them fighting, either the empty suit going berserk and attacking him or his attempts to hunt down the fleeing engineer. It would be nicer if no one did. He really doesn't feel like explaining anything.
At least he's in some less-tattered clothes now, even if he's only half bandaged up. He still looks like a mess, sadly, walking through the streets for no real reason except to get out of his shared apartment.]
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[He has no idea if Ratchet can actually repair a human being, but it's better than nothing, right?]
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Who's that?
[He's too tired to really argue in earnest, but he'd like to know what exactly he can expect.]
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[At least, as far as he can remember. Ratchet hasn't seemed to change much. And he trusts the medic to tell him if they had any uncertainties between them.]
[He nods toward the apartments.]
I trust him with my life.
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He glances back towards the apartments briefly, following the red bot's gesture.]
Alright.
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[He'll brave the whole MAYBE SEEING CHROMIA thing in order to make sure the kid is all right.]
[Dad Mode: Engaged.]
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He follows Ironhide without complaint, keeping pace with him despite the pain he's feeling. Surprisingly, he actually remembers going through worse, and he survived that just fine. Walking back to the apartments can't hurt him any more than he's already been hurt.]
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[He'll try to keep his steps slow, regardless. It's probably not too far to the apartments, not too far until they end up at Ratchet's door.]
[Knock knock.]
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Again? Where do you even find these kids? [He tsks, then shakes his head and steps aside, waving them in.] Ah, forget it, C'mon, get in here, let me take a look.
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His brow furrows faintly after hearing the exasperated remark. Again with the kid thing. He's fairly certain he's a grown man, but he isn't sure if it's important enough to argue about.
Either way, he steps inside silently, examining the medic's appearance.]
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Met him when I showed up. Answers to Strongarm. And says he got in a misunderstandin'... so... [See what he did there? With the metal arm.] Strongarm, this is Ratchet. Friend I told you about.
[The last is mostly for the human's benefit.]
He's a good bot. You can trust 'im. Okay?
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Strongarm? That's a Cybertronian name, isn't it? [Ratchet shakes his head a little.] Not important, I guess.
[He gestures Bucky to sit on the couch and grabs a first-aid kit he picked up in case it had any useful supplies in it.] Looks like a hell of a 'misunderstanding.'
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Thought someone was trying to kill me, but it was a weapon malfunction.
[He's glad it's over. He hasn't ever been particularly fond of Stark, but he doesn't exactly want to be enemies with him.]
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[And once again, he takes up a wallflower position. Mostly for "Strongarm's" benefit. Kid seems more than just sore. A little jumpy. Probably best if he stays around.]
Think you can help him out?
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Yeah, that sounds like it could be confusing. Let me take a look...
[He kneels next to Bucky and reaches out, starting to check him over and sucking in a soft vent of air when he sees the glass embedded in his skin. He reaches for the first aid kit and refrains from cursing, not wanting to worry Ironhide too much.]
Fairly sure this isn't supposed to be here. [A tweezing tool unfurls from his wrist and he gets antiseptic ready with his other hand.] This is going to hurt, and I need you to hold still anyway.
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Yeah, crashing through a window will do that to a person. He didn't exactly have much time to deal with the glass when it first happened, and afterwards, he just... needs to not be around Stark for a while. But it's being taken care of now, so he won't complain or argue.
The warning of pain is appreciated, and he nods to show it. But staying still while in pain is kind of a thing he does. HYDRA probably made him remain still when they tended to his wounds, he thinks.]
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[Which is a horrible question to ask someone, but no one ever said Ironhide's timing was good. He sort of stretches on his feet, trying to peer at what's going on.]
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[Ratchet sounds a little exasperated but mostly fond as he works Bucky over, making sure all of the shrapnel is out of him and wrapping up each wound as he goes. His fingers are careful as he checks for broken bones and dabs antiseptic into scrapes, his face pulled into a scowl of irritation as he tries not to fumble with the unfamiliar bandages, used to being able to just weld injuries closed. He stops when he gets to Bucky's arm.]
This is different. ...do you need any repairs on it? It's a little easier for me to scan, but I don't have a baseline for how it's supposed to function.
tl;dr his arm makes cool noises
He's patient and still with the medic's work, not minding if he spends a bit longer than what he might have been used to. It's helpful no matter how long it takes. Bucky shakes his head at Ratchet's question concerning his arm.]
It isn't damaged. [He brings it towards himself as if to inspect it and make certain, but as he twists his wrist and bends his elbow, he can detect nothing wrong. The metal is only a bit dirty from the explosions he shielded himself from with it.] I know someone else who can fix it if it is.
[... Of course, that person happens to be the one he almost killed. He makes a fist and shifts the plates of the forearm so the lock in place--the mechanical equivalent of flexing, he supposes--just to make sure everything is functional. Thankfully, the sound of the familiar electronic buzzing isn't accompanied by anything else. He remembers the terrible scraping noise his arm had made when he attempted to use it before Stark fixed it.]
beep beep boop
[Come on guys he just met humans for the first time recently, how's he supposed to know?]
[Bucky does get an apologetic little shrug, though. Sorry.]
[But aside from that, he stays quiet, watching the procedure from his corner, and doing his best not to loom or get in the way. The arm is... interesting. Sure, he knew about it before, but it's another thing to see it getting put through paces.]
[He might be leaning in a little more closely to watch.]
See? That's why I call 'im Strongarm.
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[Ratchet's voice is dry but he flashes a brief half-grin before he finishes tying off the last bandage and leans back to inspect. Well, at least he's not leaking anymore.]
I'd be willing to take a crack at it if it wasn't fully functional, but I'd lying if I said I was doing anything other than flying blind. I'm used to working on metal, though, so if whoever you have helping needs tools or materials, I might be able to assist. Feeling any better?
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He moves some of his frazzled hair out of his face with his gloved hand and gives Ratchet a nod, looking a little less tense. The bandages do help, even if he's still in some pain. Clean wounds are a lot better than dirty ones.]
Better. [And regarding the maintenance of his arm, he thinks Stark could probably improvise whatever he liked, but it wouldn't hurt to have extra resources.] I'll tell him about you.
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[Enough to where he'll step forward and thump a companionable hand down on Ratchet's shoulder. Still grinning.]
Told you he'd do good.
[He is so damn pleased with himself right now.]
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[He shakes his head a little at Ironhide, his mouth tugging up at one corner.]
Get a human medic to look after those at some point, though. Make sure they're healing up all right.
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[These two seem pretty close, or at least, Ironhide appears to be fond of Ratchet. He wonders if that's what a close friendship is supposed to look like, and it brings back thoughts of Steve--at which he takes in and lets out a deep breath. He looks down for a brief second as he puts his hands on his knees, then pushes himself to his feet, this time managing not to wince.
Back to reality. He looks to each of them and gives them a nod once more, this time for a different reason.]
Thanks.