james buchanan "bucky" barnes (tookthestupid) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2013-10-04 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !network post, bucky barnes / winter soldier (mcu) |
Who: Bucky Barnes MCU
When: Saturday, October 5
Where: Austria.
What: Something something Bucky Barnes something.
Rating: R for some language and blood.
Austria, 2013. He'd put this off for far too long, and a journey that was only meant to be a few weeks stretched out to over a month. Every time, there was a reason he made a side trip. Some old memory came striding up, and Bucky Barnes followed. Ideas always seemed good in the immediate future, if you didn't think you had a future. That was the crux of the problem, wasn't it? Bucky didn't have a future. The Winter Soldier did. The Winter Soldier who was born just over the ledge of this railroad track when Bucky Barnes fell to his death. If he closed his eyes, the snow came back to claim this area. He could feel the cold wind chapping his lips, wetting his hair. He could shake his fingers to get some feeling back in them after contact with any freezing metal. When he opened them, bile filled his stomach. He suddenly felt like a million eyes were watching him. And this is where James Buchanan Barnes fell to his death, leaving his brother-in-arms, Captain America, to grieve his fate. How the hell could he survive this fall? What had Arnim Zola done to make that a possibility? How did anyone find him on the side of a mountain in the middle of a war? Did he freeze like Steve did? Warm sweat trickled down his face. He was going to get sick if he kept looking down in the ravine. He was going to get sick if he didn't push on. From here, he couldn't even make out the point where they'd ziplined down onto the train. Must have been a few miles, given how fast it was going. If he climbed down, would he find the pieces that he left behind? The door, the handle of the train? Pieces of Bucky Barnes at the bottom of a ravine. By the time he got back to Salzburg, he was green and wobbly, and the chillier night air had set in. He wondered if this was the city they took Winter Soldier to to recuperate from his wounds. The arm was going to be a major problem. Was he aboard a plane, a helicopter? Did they secret him away underground? How did he make it to Russia without anyone the wiser? Was Austria in on it? Shit, was HYDRA? Of course HYDRA had to be. HYDRA seemed to be behind everything bad that had ever happened to him. Hell, even the Tesseract spitting him out had been HYDRA's fault. Skull couldn't have just let it rest wherever it was he found it. No, he had to find it and make weapons out of it. He had to try and destroy the world with it. Bucky was lost in thought as he walked on cobbled stones. His boots scuffed the ages-old stone. Time seemed to stand still; that was one thing he'd found to be true about looking at your inevitable death. Time didn't matter. At least not until his stomach grumbled; he hadn't eaten all day. Time to hit up room service and drink himself to sleep. Though, with the day he'd had, he probably wouldn't need that much to drink. He didn't notice another set of footsteps falling in line with his. By the time he'd recognize that anything was off, he was veering down the little shortcut he'd found - a small alley that led to the hotel. The second set of boots wasn't unusual; this particular alley wasn't void of traffic, but the scuff matching his? That set off whatever training was left over from his days in the war. He spun around, only to find the alley empty. No one was behind him after all. Okay, so maybe he was hearing things, or imagining that HYDRA's forces were all around to capture the one who got away. Maybe they wanted a second Soldier. He forced a puff of air from his lips as he began to shake his head and walk backwards for a few steps before he turned around and ran right into a long-haired version of himself. No mask, which he imagined was intentional, for the shock value. Only… only nearly a year with a few doppelgangers had numbed any surprise. What did earn Bucky's shock, though, was the robotic arm with a very recognizable red star near the shoulder. Fuck. He only had a small sidearm tucked in one boot and a knife in the other, and that metal arm was already in motion. There was no space or time to get out of the way though Bucky did try. The cybernetic arm clipped his shoulder. It felt like knocking a tire iron against your knee; the whole area goes numb so that you don't shriek your head off. Funny, the ways that the human body dealt with pain. A boot swiped the leg Bucky was favoring, almost as soon as he tried to dodge. He was clearly off his game, not having been in a fight in almost a year. His knee thwapped on the pavement as he went down. Another boot, this time to the rib cage. Steel toe, a whole lot of force behind it. Bucky felt something in his chest crack. Breathing suddenly became much more difficult, but the injury inspired him to not die here on the cobbled stones of Salzburg. He forced himself into a roll in the hopes of putting some distance between him and the Winter Soldier. It bought himself enough time to retrieve the gun in his shoe and pull himself to his feet. Maybe it made him a coward for not choosing the knife, but that knife wasn't winning any fights against a robotic arm in close quarters. He'd take his chances with the gun. Bucky was a crack shot, but the arm was faster. The bullet ricocheted off the elbow and implanted itself in a nearby wall. The second shot rebounded off the wrist and into the ground. The third back in his direction. Goddammit, this was infuriating. He wasn't prepared at all, and this guy - this bastard - had been stalking him. For how long? Since he'd arrived through the Tesseract? How long had he been waiting for this moment? Was he following some orders? Shit, was he being kidnapped right now? Any of those were possible in Bucky's mind. Two Winter Soldiers would be better than one, right? This one might have his memories, but there were ways around that, weren't there? The fight wasn't nearly over though. Winter Soldier barreled forward, and though Bucky was braced for impact, his long-haired counterpart jumped in the air at the last moment and brought down that damn arm again, this time against his face. Sweat now stung what was sure to be a gaping wound in his temple. Bucky howled and threw himself forward until his shoulder found purchase in the Winter Soldier's gut. The wind wasn't completely knocked out of him, but at least he was on the ground now. Bucky stood over him, pressing his boot to Winter Soldier's throat. He wrapped one of his arm across his chest to try and alleviate some of the pain. He might even put pressure on his windpipe and close it off for good. Wouldn't that be irony? Winter Soldier killed by Bucky Barnes. "Who sent you?" The Winter Soldier just stared at him in return. The boot lowered. The guy actually stretched his neck further for Bucky to get more leverage against his neck. "Is it HYDRA? Red Skull? Zola? Who sent you?" "Никто не," came the reply. It was fucking creepy hearing his own voice in return. It was markedly lower, like he'd spent years not using it, and there was a slight edge of controlled anger to it. In retrospect, Bucky should have seen this coming. This guy didn't seem to care if he lived or died, so long as he completed the mission. He was all ruthless and efficient as a robot. None of his moves weren't planned out in some fashion. Even as Bucky swiped at his face to keep the spreading blood from getting into his eyes, he knew he should have kept an eye on him. The Winter Soldier jerked one of his arms out, hooking Bucky's knee and sending him crashing to the ground once more. Only this time, this time, he didn't let go of his leg, and instead brought that cybernetic arm down hard on his shin. He heard the bone snap before he felt it. Or maybe this was one of those weird time displacement things that happened when you saw your life flashing before your eyes. Winter Soldier was on his feet before Bucky could do anything more than blindly punch at air. He'd lost the gun somewhere along the way, probably when he got knocked in the face. He was seeing red from the blood in his eyes, and that was when he realized that his arm was the next target. Thumb and forefinger - trigger fingers - were yanked until they popped so even if the gun was in range, he was pretty screwed for shooting straight or at all. A gloved hand gripped the inside of his elbow as the cybernetic hand jerked his arm to the side for another crack. Bucky reached inside his boot, no easy feat while he was on his knees and biting his tongue to keep from howling. Once he got the knife, there was the little problem of snapping it open one-handed. He managed it quicker than he thought and jammed it into the Winter Soldier's thigh. That made two of them howling, and then it was lights out for Bucky Barnes. The last thing he saw was the glint of a metal arm as it collided with his face. |