exo7 (ex_exo7637) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-08-08 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !marvel comics, *log, bucky barnes, sam wilson |
Who: Sam W, Bucky B
What: Sam being the next victim of Crane's shenanigans
Where: Marvel, NYC
When: Now-ish
Warnings/Rating: PTSD type symptoms, Crane's shenanigans, flashbacks, angst
Working with Barnes had become his new normal, and maybe that was a little bit of a surprise. He definitely hadn't expected it when he'd bailed on DC at Cap and Natasha's request. Though maybe he wasn't really sure what he had been expecting. More of what had gone down with Project Insight? Thank god it wasn't that. But they'd asked for help, and he'd turn around to come. Because why wouldn't he? Running what was basically a spy op along with a ninety-some year old supersoldier who had a metal arm was low on the list of expectations.
They made it work though, for all that Sam wasn't a spy and he still maybe had some occasional worries about the guy who had a version of himself that had tossed Sam off a helicarrier, 3,000 feet in the air. It maybe helped him that they were never really on top of one another, taking separate angles to watch Barton and mostly being in each other's ear across the distance. Hearing "Sammy" in his ear at least once a day made him roll his eyes, but he did it with a smile. And sometimes, when they had sightlines on each other, he flipped Barnes off for it.
Steve had asked that they tail Barton to a false address in Harlem, and even though Sam had been feeling under the weather, he agreed. It was good to have something to do, and he was hoping that it would take his mind off the run-down feeling he was fighting.
Trailing Barton was the same as it had been since they started, but today something made Sam keep checking over his shoulder. A gut feeling. And everything in his history had trained him to trust those uneasy gut feelings. In some people they'd maybe be paranoia, but in soldiers sometimes all they had were the gut feelings to keep them alive. So even once he was hidden, on a roof that overlooked where they needed to watch, he kept checking his six, trying to lose the feeling of eyes. He didn't know where Barnes was camped out, but he'd never gotten that feeling from him. So it had to be someone else.
Minutes passed, and he tried to keep his focus, but then it came - something he wasn't expecting.
"Wilson!"
He sat up, not heeding the fact that they were supposed to be hiding, spying. He didn't care, because he knew that voice.
"Wilson, help!"
He was standing, whirling around to try to track the way the voice bounced off the buildings. "Riley!?" His footsteps took him to one edge of the roof, looking down, looking out. Looking up, though he feared to see the familiar figure falling from the sky. But all he saw was clouds and buildings, though the voice kept calling out to him.
And then there was another. "Sam!"
He turned so fast that he nearly lost his balance. "STEVE?" The second call for help came from a different direction, and he headed for the other side of the roof, torn when Riley called again, sounding even more desperate. The two voices started to fight each other for his attention, each of them calling for help, each of them needing him. And then they multiplied.
Barnes was next, and then Natasha. Hill and even Fury. All calling for him. All sounding as if their next moment would be their last. He couldn't track their directions anymore, just stopped in the middle of the roof and bent over, curling in on himself as he covered his ears to try to drown them out. He needed to help them all. But he couldn't. He couldn't even find them. And they were all going to fall, every last one of them.
"No no no no..."