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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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After that, though, he'll be patient. He knows every corner of this small city thanks to his constant hyper vigilance, and he's ready for whatever the man tries to do to retaliate.]
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Tony flees down the skywalk, taking advantage of the very brief privacy turning the corner yields. He stumbles, falling on his knee with a loud curse, but it's exactly the opportunity he needs. There's a 3" nail on the floor, and Tony lunges for it, palms it right before the metal arm closes around the back of his t-shirt.]
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He doesn't see the nail that Stark grabs, and doesn't bother keeping an eye on the man as he's dragging him. The soldier will be able to feel if he tries something to escape.]
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He fidgets with the nail as he dragged across the hall, thinking fast. It'd be better if he could use it later, when the surprise would give him a better chance of escape, but on the other hand... Tony really can't think of a way for tumbling down stairs with a rusty nail in his hand would end well for him. He's had quite enough metal in his body, thanks.
Well. Guess that's that. Tony waits until the last possible moment, when the metal grip has loosened. Step one: get rid of the nail. He twists with a loud grunt, flinging his arm out to slam the nail between two plates in the soldier's bicep with all the strength he can muster. Step two: escape. Gravity is unfortunately his best ally here, and he's pretty sure the tumble down will still suck less than whatever Barnes will do to him.]
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Well, the captain hadn't convinced him he was an ally at that point, either.
A preliminary attempt to dig the nail out shows the effort to be a waste of time. Instead of continuing to try, he begins to slowly make his way down the stairs and begin his pursuit. He wants to see Stark scramble to get away and ultimately fail when the soldier corners him.]
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He doesn't waste time looking up at Barnes, just scrambles down the next flight...
As it turns out, eight floors of stairs turns out to be a hell of a lot of stairs. Especially for a guy who recently had major chest surgery. Tony makes it as far as the fifth floor before he has stop, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. Barnes obviously isn't running to catch him, which means he's either up there but not in a hurry... or the bastard's shimmied down the outside of the building and is just waiting for Tony to get to the bottom floor.
He takes a few precious seconds to get his breathing under control, then makes the gestures to call the Mark 42 to him and considers his options. One floor down there's a skywalk to the next building. Plus maybe he can find an apartment that's unlocked. Tony heads down.]
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He does indeed take his time, listening to his targets footsteps as he silences his own. He finally pulls out the only weapon he has--his combat knife--and lets his natural fingers close around it in a familiar way.
He doesn't really care if anyone else sees him, or if anyone tries to stop him--he'll get them out of the way however he needs to. He isn't letting Stark get away this time. He takes a minute to get down the stairs, but it's quickly enough for him to keep track of where the man is going.]
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... Nothing.
Tony's not sure if that's good or very, very bad.
He moves as quietly as he can through the empty fourth floor, trying doors until he finds one that's unlocked. Perfect. Maybe he can whip up some kind of weapon to defend himself with whatever's in there.]
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Despite his attempts, the engineer is not trained in being as silent as would be required to keep the soldier's attention completely off him, and he knows it's only a matter of time before he reveals himself. The assassin stands in the hall and listens closely to locate the man.]