icyu ([personal profile] icyu) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-07-24 11:59 am

The Captivity Meme

THE CAPTIVITY MEME



You've been captured -- or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you completely.

Both smut and non-smut scenarios are possible. If you don't want to play smut, please indicate so in the title line of your tag.


1. Leave a tag with your character. Be sure to include any limits on what you are willing to play, as this meme has the potential to be triggering.

2. Someone else tags in and uses RNG to generate a number between 1 and 9. The second character is holding the first character captive now.

3. ???

4. Profit!



Scenarios



1. For their own good. Does this person really think they could make it on their own? It's a big, scary world out there, and you need to protect them from it, whether they like it or not.


2. For the good of society. Forget protecting this person -- it's your duty to protect the world from them! Maybe they committed a terrible crime, or maybe they were falsely condemned, but it's your job to keep them locked up where they can't do any more harm.

3. Because they're not well. How's your bedside manner? Whether you're Florence Nightingale or Mildred Ratched, you're in the position of ministering to the mentally ill. Maybe this person genuinely needs your help, or maybe you're just turning a blind eye to their true sanity.

4. For the money. Higher aims? What higher aims? This person is your meal ticket, and they're staying put until their loved ones pay up.

5. For their love. It might be a case of yandere, or it might be a consenting BDSM relationship. Whether it's by mutual agreement or by force, you're keeping them simply because you love them.

6. Because they're cute and fluffy. Who's a cutesy wutesy? They are! Yes, they are! This person is your pet now. Maybe they're a different species from you, or maybe you just don't care that you're both people. Maybe you're even an alien zookeeper looking after a new acquisition.

7. Because they're your property. Slave? Livestock? Who cares what they think - they're our property, and you decide their fate.

8. For the lulz. Hey, what's a little bondage between friends? You'll let them go, once you're done laughing and snapping photos... maybe.

9. Choose a scenario, or combine several.


Taken from here.
infligere: (To carry on)

Brock Rumlow (MCU) | OTA

[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-24 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[Pre-Cap2, most likely captor. Post-Cap2, more likely captive but can be captor too.]
assembles: injured, fight, shield, casual clothes (it's all gone wrong hasn't it)

obviously AUing things a bit! let me know if i should change anything

[personal profile] assembles 2014-07-25 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[In the end, there had just been too many of them.

Steve can say with confidence that he'd fought his hardest, fought for his life because he honestly hadn't known what the STRIKE team might do if they took him into custody, and yet even a supersoldier can only do so much when surrounded by a group of trained, ruthless agents.

He'd managed to take all of them out save for Rumlow, and as much as he'd tried to claim it wasn't personal, Steve wouldn't believe that in a million years. He and Rumlow had gone on countless ops together and Steve's always trusted him to have his back. Not quite a replacement Commando, but Steve had respected him.

And then this. Then the electrified baton hit him right in the gut, and shocks ran up and down his body. When another hit came right after that, Steve's brain shorted out and everything went black.

Now...

Now he has no idea where he is. Everything hurts, he's only half-conscious, and he hasn't even found the energy to open his eyes yet. There's one thing that Steve knows, though -- whatever situation he's in, it can't be good.]
infligere: (Here our king is born)

-cues bad elevator music-

[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, it was because he was ordered to, not because he wanted to stand around in a cramped elevator waiting for a stray elbow to ram his head into a metal door. However, he considered himself the best man for the job along with Rollins who knew enough about the good Captain to avoid too much damage usually. Not today, and if he hadn't been one-on-one with the big guy, cocksure as ever, he might have laughed at his downed second-in-command.

Oh and it was totally personal.

He'd also played a personal hand in shocking the asset during training sessions, so he had learned quickly and from his bruises where to hit a super-soldier to get them down quickly. He hadn't entirely expected it to work, but he was confident once the big man was down to make certain he stayed down. He was getting a raise for this too being last man standing. Nope, just a bonus from Pierce.

They were trying new special restraints, and there was no point not seeing how those babies worked on the half-conscious Rogers. They were big, tough, partially magnetic and locked ankles together and wrists together on on top of the other. The rest of the restraints basically squished the big man into a chair and held him immobile.

Brock sat on the only table in the room, sharpening his knives one by one, the slow gentle rasp of metal on stone filling the room. There was a sinister looking chair at his back, but he knew better than to sit in the asset's chair. He didn't want the sting of electricity.]
assembles: angry, arguing, costume (shove it stark)

-bow chicka wow wow?-

[personal profile] assembles 2014-07-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve needs to get his eyes open. He needs to get moving, if he even can. His head swims as his body tries to reboot itself after the abuse that it's been through, and it feels far too similar to coming out of some fevered dream.

He can't afford to be unaware for a second longer. Fury's dead, but he trusted Steve to put things right and root out the corruption within SHIELD. On the bright side, Steve's sure as hell found it. On the not-so-bright side, they got the jump on him.

But he's still breathing, and that means that he has a chance to fix this.

Steve lifts his head, which feels like it weighs a ton, and then blinks his eyes open. It takes a few seconds for him to adjust to the low lighting in the room, and his ears home in on the sound of scraping metal.

When his vision finally clears, Steve sees Rumlow perched across the room and he instantly tries to spring up from where he's been deposited. The only part of his body that he can move right now is his head, though, and as much as he strains against the bindings that completely encase his arms and legs, there's no budging.

He has no idea where he is, or what that monstrosity of equipment behind Rumlow is, or if it's meant for him. Steve has to talk his way out of this, somehow. Natasha will notice his disappearance soon enough, and he wants to believe she'd come after him. But that would mean it's her and maybe Maria against all of SHIELD, unless they can get in contact with Stark and the others.

Still, he won't assume that anyone's coming for him. He won't rely on that. Steve huffs out a breath and then directs a glare at Rumlow.]
So orders were to take me alive?
infligere: (You breathe no more)

...what kind of elevator were they in?!

[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-25 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Brock had all the time in the world to be here sharpening his knives and then oiling his guns. In fact, it was one of his favourite pass times, so he didn't mind doing it on the clock when there was little else to do but wait. He was a good sniper, patient and certain, so sitting on a table was really just like sitting in a sniper nest waiting for the target to move into his crosshairs.

And like a good little boyscout, Roger eventually woke up. That might have even been faster than the asset, though upon checking his watch, it seemed they were about the same. There was a hideous irony to it, but he wasn't allowed to kiss and tell much, the asset being a big secret and all. Too bad, he'd really enjoy the look on Cap's face. Still, orders were orders.

He paused in his sharpening when Steve tried - and failed miserably - to get up, and he let nothing slip that he wasn't so certain of those restraints in the beginning. He eyed the other man, the corner of his lip pulled in a faint confident smirk as he went back to his sharpening, only pausing again at the question.

Oh if glares could spring erections, he'd have a right good boner about now. Unfortunately, not happening.]
Orders were to take you, Cap. You are really hard to kill, and you are far better off this way, right?
assembles: angry, determined, sweaty, costume (aliens ruined my week)

an AWESOME one

[personal profile] assembles 2014-07-25 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Steve's had so many of his expectations turned on their head in the past day, and Rumlow is just another part of that. His demeanor is entirely different now that his secret's out, and Steve swallows hard as he registers how every interaction between them had been carefully planned on Rumlow's part.

How could he not have seen it coming? Then again, Fury himself had only realized it recently, so it's obvious that those bad apples within SHIELD had worked very hard to remain hidden until now. Pierce has to be a part of it too, and if someone that highly ranked is actually an enemy, then how is he going to fix this?

Fury died in order to make sure this information came to light. Steve won't let that go to waste.

One thing at a time, though. He can't do much of anything while he's restrained. He tries yet again, puts every bit of strength first into his arms and then into his legs. He doesn't even hear the metal strain. What is this stuff made of?]


Guess it depends on what you plan to do with me. [Steve keeps his tone steady, unaffected, but his gaze is still on that chair.]
infligere: (And we will weep for a while)

I want to be in that one

[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-26 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
[There was less reason to act all friendly when he had just knocked the big guy out, though if he had to, he'd rub elbows again. It wasn't like Rogers would ever trust him, not when full memories intact anyway, but he wasn't here to make friends. He was here to keep control of the situation, damage control Pierce had told him, so here he was. No doubt his boss wondered if an old working relationship would make trying to convert Rogers to their side easier.

Brock knew and respected Steve enough to know they could sing all the bar songs they wanted and there would be no conversion to their side. It wasn't happening, but he would test the waters anyway. Maybe if he played along enough, he might be able to save Rogers from the chair or the drugs or both for a little while If not, he was going to request popcorn for the show. It'd be a doozy.

His smirk was smug and certain when the Captain strained in the bonds. They hadn't been made for the big guy, but they would hold.]


I don't make the big plans, Rogers. I'm the trigger-man, always have been, always will be. I don't have the silver tongue to be more than a soldier. However, if the man upstairs has plans, he hasn't said yet. You're to be contained and selved for now. [He glanced to the chair where Steve had been looking.] If you're lucky, you won't have to sit in that one.
assembles: neutral, glance, casual clothes (never enough white shirt icons)

agreed! 8)

[personal profile] assembles 2014-07-27 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve wished he could smack that smirk right off of Rumlow's face, but that was one debt that would have to be paid later. He didn't know why Pierce hadn't given the order to have him killed, but they must have decided that he was better off alive than dead. They still wanted him to cough up information about Fury's death, maybe -- well, Steve wouldn't bow to any torture they had in mind.

In fact, as highly ranked as Rumlow might be, Steve had to admit he'd expected more people to welcome him to his captivity. Chances were that countless guards were stationed just outside this room. They wouldn't take any chances now that they had their hands on him.

When Rumlow pointed out the chair, Steve craned his neck to try and see it better. It definitely did its job of appearing intimidating, he'd give them that. Half of the monitors and attachments were foreign to Steve, but it looked like it could put any soldier through his paces when it came to sheer amount of pain inflicted. He tightened his jaw and returned his gaze to Rumlow.]


What is it?

[Somehow, he doubted that he would be "lucky."]
infligere: (To carry on)

[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-27 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, he thoroughly enjoyed those looked that promised future pain, and on a man like Rogers, he knew there was a chance that it could come true. He suspected that the betrayal of STRIKE was a bit of a blow for someone as honest as the man in front of him, especially at how good they had rubbed elbows and watched the guy's back for so long. Too bad they never really got him out for a drink. Maybe when the guns started reducing the numbers.

Brock shifted on the table and set his knife against his thigh so that the big guy could have a nice long look at it. The monitors weren't active, the machine powered down, but the sheer size of the electrical cord that linked it all up was enough to be impressive. He was really only fond it when it was active.

He turned his head to look at Steve, raising an eyebrow.]


Ever had a yappy little dog or seen one, Rogers? One of the devices they use to shut it up is a shock collar. [He jabbed a thumb back towards the chair.] That's the human version. It's ingenious in its simplicity. Can rewrite all the bad behaviour out of naughty little puppies.

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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-07-25 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Would you be interested in captor Rumlow, pre Cap-2? Could AU in Alex to MCU, can do prose or brackets]
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[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-25 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sure, I'd be fine with that. We going to make Alex a foreign weapon or something? I'm fine with either, though I prefer prose.]
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-07-25 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[I think that'd be cool! So maybe capturing Alex from an OmniCorp shipment with the intent of converting him to foreign weapon asset? I should be able to put up the starter later tonight and prose for sure]
infligere: (Your world is broken)

I'm canonblind to Robocop, just a heads up. I'll change as necessary

[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-26 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
SHIELD had gotten a tip-off about a shift of some kind of illegal cargo from a spy working deep inside of of OmniCorp, which just happened to be convenient for the STRIKE team which needed practice on repel missions because of the amount of gear that they brought with them. It seemed like a quick and easy jump and seize mission, but with sixty pounds of tactical gear and weapons, nothing was easy sliding down a rope to a moving shipping transport boat. At least it moved slow enough.

His team spread out, rifles out, the mission in full effect when their feet hit the deck. Brock too point, not having to assign areas because that had been done in advance. The crew, the security were taken quickly, effectively and those that resisted were shot to end the struggles of a few. There was no point in heroics; this was a snatch and grab, though it was more heavily fortified for advanced weapons. Maybe Stark's old shit was on board too; that would be a lucky grab.

No, he was radioed to the lower decks about a situation, and he descended to find a very different kind of weapon. Thankfully it hadn't been activated, however one did that, but he was instantly pleased that it was just STRIKE and not any other aspect of SHIELD on this. He contacted Alexander Pierce directly with the find, and he shifted from being a good SHIELD leader to an excellent HYDRA one.

They moved the new asset (there was no instruction manual, of course) to the top deck where it was picked up, transported to a safe location, and he was left in charge of overseeing its activation. It was strapped down, held snug and tight because if it was anything like HYDRA's other asset, they didn't want people losing their heads that quickly. So he waited, arms crossed over his chest and studied the newest find, hoping it was at least interesting if and when it woke up.
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Re: I'm canonblind to Robocop, just a heads up. I'll change as necessary

[personal profile] yourmove 2014-07-26 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[OOC: It's totally cool. /hops on that AUing. Also I did the robotic one but I also have a nonrobotic reply typed up if you want to work with that instead. Wanted to post something before I went to bed]

Eventually someone found the equivalent of Alex Murphy's on switch.

Or, to be more accurate, they toggled off the sedation that kept him offline and "asleep", something in the back of his head disconnecting with a soft hiss. Alex didn't bolt awake. He came online in stages: first his eyes began to flicker underneath his eyelids, the tablet that came in his crate lighting up with his vitals, all in the green. Then he let out a small, almost inaudible sigh, his eyes fluttering open as his jaw worked like he could feel dry mouth. His HUD was still rebooting and for a second, Alex could look out his own artificial eyes and it was like being normal again. No warning messages, no errors popping up like floaters. Just a set of lights he didn't recognize, a ceiling that looks like it's brushed steel.

Then the HUD came online. It overlaid everything with a red outline, from the power outlets in the room to the man sitting off to the side that his facial recognition immediately targeted. [ IDENTIFYING CITIZEN...NO ID REGISTERED ] flashed as Alex turned his head to stare at the stranger, brown eyes flat, unblinking. [IDENTIFYING LAW OFFICER...NO ID REGISTERED]. The fatigues he wore suggested military or mercenary, the cut of the clothes wrong for OmniCorp. No badges, no Red Asset bracelet designating him as “high priority; protect at all costs”. Just a face without a name and no footprint he could match against his databases.

In short, Alex doubted he was authorized to be there.

Alex started to stand up. He immediately ran into the restraints: his graphene chest slammed into the straps with a loud thunk, his arm barely able to lift. He tried again anyway just to verify he was restrained and not locked into place as a safety precaution. Ah. Prisoner, then. The tablet sitting next to Rumlow began to show Alex’s feed from his point of view, matching his attempts to pull up John Doe’s DMV records, Detroit CCTV footage, any thing at all to identify him.

"Who’re you?” Alex had gone with “verbal warning” as his appropriate threat response. It wasn’t like incapacitation and/or lethal force were possible with the restraints. “Obstructing an officer can be punishable by fines or jail time.”

The tablet flickered with Alex looking at the probability of forcing himself free, targeting Rumlow in the center of his body mass. The simulation ended with a low probability of that happening.
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[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-27 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
While he wasn't a science-type, he knew that their technician from the team was messing around with a bunch of stuff before they got this piece of machinery down and strapped. He also had heard mutterings of the great finds of technology and the guy calling around with excited whispers like Christmas had come earlier than usual, and as long as the asshole didn't facebook a picture of this thing, he'd be fine with the giggling in the corner. At least HYDRA had tact, having learned most of it not only from the war but those pesky Soviets.

Yet, watching the big guy wake up was similar to how the other asset started to wake. First there was brain function, then there was body function and then there were generalized confusion followed by potential threats to everyone in the room in the whole disoriented stage. It was just too bad this guy was apparently not as fleshy and perhaps harder to restrain. Still, he was here to not only greet but make a report, assuming there were no laser beams of high tech weaponry involved here.

Of course, he was interested that the current restraints held, but he wasn't so certain how long. He kept his cool and calm posture for the whole thing, but his expression morphed into one of wily amusement at the whole 'obstructing an officer' bit because it was rather laughable. How was he obstructing anything standing in a corner? God, technology with a 'brain' sucked.

"You gonna give me a parking ticket too," he drawled with a shake of his head. "Besides, you're the one illegally parked in the restraints, not me. Do we need to get a nice man with a screwdriver in here to test your reflexes?"
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-07-27 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Well...no. Of all the things he ran simulations on, Alex hadn't planned to slap him with a parking ticket. His eyebrows knitted together, puzzled. Maybe his emotional analysis program was bugged. It couldn't determine if it was identified as sarcasm or an implied threat. Alex filed that away to check during his next schedule maintenance as he stared hard at Rumlow and checked for a precedence for this.

Did it count as a torture threat if he didn't count as legally human in several countries?

"You can release me," Alex doggedly pursued that train of thought. It felt comfortable to fall back on something he understood: going down the list of orders until he got results. It didn't get rid of that faint curl of discomfort where his guts used to be. Reviewing it said he preferred to stay in one piece. "Inability to comply will have consequences down the line. I repeat: identify yourself"

From the way John Doe's mouth twisted, Alex suspected he wasn't impressed. He wasn't exactly putting his hands on his head and lying on the ground like any cooperative, sane suspect would. Strange.

Alex tilted his chin. He couldn't bring himself to his full height with the restraints in place. His chassis bumped into the straps again, something metal groaning in protest. He hadn't identified that phantom sensation as fear and for a cop who used to go undercover, it was one of those things he really should have been paying more attention to.

One of those techs came scuttling inside to whisper something to Rumlow, her voice hushed. Alex tracked his progress across the room, his enhanced hearing catching fragments of "control tablet" and "don't go too far with him, sir - we need him".
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[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-27 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"No can do, bub, I'm on orders to keep you right here," Brock said with a shrug of his shoulders like he was actually apologetic, which he wasn't. He was curious but certainly not apologetic for anything that he had to do now or in the future.

It was clear that this wasn't just something that was going to be scrap metal. This was something big, and they were going to study, fix and either make improvements to the designs for make it work for them. It would be useful, though he had already noted that there was something about this new find that lead him to believe it might actually have something to do with law enforcement. He'd run into them enough as a much younger man and played the part a bit too much babysitting his SHIELD compatriots to know what it sounded like.

"Whoa, whoa, I don't do introductions like that," he said with a shake of his head as he finally pushed off of the wall. "You demanded thing of me, not the other way around. You want the honour of my name, you'll identify yourself first. Isn't that how proper introductions work, or are you just going to be rude?" He would like to see how programming dealt with command decency.

It was kind of like watching an awkward metal bull shift around in a squeeze shoot, though with none of the pent up aggression so far. He almost approached to get a better look, but his attention was diverted by the little piece of shit thinking to order him around. He waved the technician off with a hand and pushed off the wall, striding forward with a confident swagger. He's put new weapons through their paces before after all.

"My cute little assistant seems to think you need coddling. Is that true?"

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[personal profile] uncompromise 2014-07-26 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[When SHIELD goes quiet, Clint knows something's gone wrong. Someone as paranoid as Fury wouldn't leave his agents in the metaphorical and/or literal wind. He doesn't wait for word from Natasha before he drops off the grid. Heads back to the States. Back to Washington. Back to SHIELD.]

[Rumlow's boys got the drop on him, right there in the Triskelion. Amazing how much half a dozen stun batons can hurt without leaving any physical scars. Clint takes down two of STRIKE's boys before the lights go out. Sloppy work on his part. Should have been able to take them all out. Natasha would be disappointed.]

[The only thing Rumlow's going to get is the coldest look that's ever crossed the archer's face. There's no escape attempt. No struggling to free himself. Just a long hard look. If whoever Rumlow's working for expects to break Clint Barton, they're dead wrong.]


...Mind explaining what the hell you're doing, Brock?
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[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-26 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
[The intelligence of the situation and in the contingency plan was that agents would either go dark to wait for instructions or meander back to the Triskelion to find out for themselves what was going on. He had orders to wrangled any stray agents, guard the Triskelion until there was word on the location of Rogers and Romanov for quick dispatch.

Of course, there was a kind of irony when the Hawk dropped into their laps, so to speak. Where he failed against Rogers, he made certain to not on one of the higher ranked agents. There was nothing quite like kicking the shit out of spy, but then again, Hawkeye was a distance fighter, and he was one of the dirtiest fighters when he played only to win.

They had the guy contained until Pierce could figure out the best way to use him, and Brock was in charge of security rotation. They'd bound the baby bird up nice and tight, but that look was enough to sink the Titanic all over again.]


I'm setting a guard rotation, and it just happens to be my shift. I'm on double-time though, so... no complaint. I heard you were out of country spying on someone's daughter.
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[personal profile] uncompromise 2014-07-26 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Protocol for covert operations dictates that if contact is lost, agents are to wait until contact is re-established. But Fury's never been a stickler when it comes to protocol. His agents are the same way; give them an inch and they'll run a thousand miles if that's what it takes.]

[There's a magnificent black eye blooming on one of Clint's eyes. His lip is split, dried blood caked on his teeth. Just because he prefers to pick his fights on the other end of an arrow shaft doesn't mean that he's useless in close-range combat. Just not against half a dozen of his supposed coworkers in a blitz attack.]

[He shifts positions ever-so-slightly, testing the handcuffs that hold his to his chair. ...No good. They're cinched so tightly that it's cutting off circulation to his fingers. Pins and needles prickle his hands. There's a long moment when he looks at Rumlow. Then he cocks his head to one side.]


Protection detail, need-to-know basis. Not what I meant, Brock, and you know it. Fury's going to have your head for this.
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[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-26 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[He hadn't bothered to have Clint cleaned up as it was probably unnecessary if the pretty bird was going to be used as bait. Everyone knew that Romanov and Barton had serious history together, and given that she was currently a fugitive of SHIELD running through daisies keeping Rogers out of their sight, he knew the big boss was going to see if they could reel her back in with old feelings of loyalty.

Brock raised an eyebrow as he caught the shifting, but he was confident those cuffs would hold. They were those fun new magnetic ones that Rogers had had to spent an awful lot of strength and energy to get out of. Of course, they were attached by a heavy chain to the floor. It seemed a bit overkill, but who was he to complain about good restraints?]


Looking up a girl's skirt; sounds like a good time. [He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Of course, Barton brought up Fury.] You think so? Maybe he'll have me cleaning toilets with a toothbrush for a month, right?
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[personal profile] uncompromise 2014-07-26 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[They both have blood gushing from their ledgers, Natasha and Clint. The widow and the hawk. Predators, killers, and the only way to even begin to atone for the sins they've committed lies with SHIELD. They're supposed to be the good guys in this whole messed-up world. Even if they have to operate in that hazy area between black and white.]

[Something cold settles in his gut. The set-up isn't right. Something in Rumlow's manner is too calm. No one's arrived to demand the meaning of this. Restraints like the ones on him are overkill even for a master assassin. They're built like they're for Banner. Like they're for Stark or Thor.]

[Like they've been built to hold Rogers.]

[It's a set-up.]


Oh. I get it. [Clint's voice drops down into something soft and full of venom.] You did something to Director Fury. Didn't you?
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[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-26 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Man the world really was a piece of shit now a days, but Brock happened to like where it was going fast. The new world order was on the verge of being a reality, and he was looking forward to seeing it blossom in the skies and paint the streets read. It would be a day to crack a beer on his balcony and give the world the biggest middle finger it had ever deserved.

And of course, Clint was still a fucking spy. Damn spies, always having to nose around.

Oh well, it would be far more entertaining this way, though he tensed at the accusation, his expression taking on a personally affronted look. He modeled himself too much like a soldier for this reason in particular. He shook his head, his lip curling in disgust.]
I've wanted to put a bullet in that hard-ass for years, but it was because he was a paranoid hard-ass. It wasn't my bullet, but he was knocked. They say Rogers has information on who did it.

[He gestured with his chin at Clint.] You two being part of the old New York wrecking team, it looks mighty suspicious you coming back when everyone in SHIELD is looking for him. No offense, but we normal people with normal skills have to take precautions. You know where Rogers is?
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[personal profile] uncompromise 2014-07-26 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[And Clint Barton, Hawkeye, the Avenger... laughs. It's not a happy laugh, not from his gut. It's a laugh of sheer and utter disbelief. Fury, dead? Fury? Nick Fury? The man makes paranoid people look irresponsible. You don't become Director of SHIELD and make so many enemies just to die from a gunshot. No way. That's a lie.]

[The proof lies in the way Rumlow tenses up. Natasha's the better spy of the two of them, but he can spot a tell when he damn well sees one. And that right there was a tell. One side of Clint's mouth quirks up into a smirk. Game on, Rumlow. Game on.]


Not a clue. If you wanted Captain Rogers, you wouldn't have lit me up like a Christmas tree as soon as I walked in. Don't lie to me, Brock. You're really bad at it.
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[personal profile] infligere 2014-07-27 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he should have brought a box of tissues in case Barton decided to go to pieces on him, put on the tear show that he would have expected from the Widow to mind game out information. Thankfully, Clint just laughed, and that just made the situation better even if he was still a bit upset he hadn't see the asset put some holes in the guy. Too bad really; it would have been a good show based on the report.

He made it seem like he was forcing his shoulders to relax, like he had something to hide in all of this. The fact was, he was a damn good liar, had been since he could remember. His best lie was the life he lived, faking being a bad liar. Made him laugh in the shower at night sometimes.]


He's skipping through daisies off the grid with Romanov. Given all your history, thought they want clean eyes in the building. [He frowned like he was offended at the accusation to his lying skills.] Yeah well, fuck you too, Barton.