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memery. ([personal profile] dousing) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2017-04-19 07:51 pm



So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks.

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[personal profile] rogersed 2017-04-22 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[excellent, please yell if you want anything changed!]

There's a smell. It's one Steve had hoped to never experience again, at least not in these quantities.


He presses his back against the tree, and risks a quick glance around it. There's what's probably a body half in, half out, of the duck pond. Someone else's legs dangling from a tree. The park bench is splattered with a dark spray of blood.

It's awful, but he's relieved that he doesn't recognise Bucky in what he's seen. That doesn't mean Bucky's not there, of course. In one capacity or another. He grimaces when he hears a machine gun go off.

Police sirens finally reach the outskirts of the park, and Steve's dimly aware of loudspeaker'd instructions to set up a cordon, to get all the civilians away. What he has to do right now has nothing to do with that.

He takes a breath, and dodges around the tree again. Breaks into a run towards the massacre.
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[personal profile] volitions 2017-04-27 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a small massacre. Thirty odd men against one, nevermind that the one is more highly trained than the thirty. Technically thirty-one, but he's probably long gone, running back to his masters on the flimsy excuse of delivering information. There are sensors and earbuds and god knows what on every team member. Hydra is already aware of what's going on. Probably.

None of that really matters to Bucky, though. The bench was ground zero. Just a homeless bum taking a nap. Until fate intervened with a catch-or-kill squad.

Time stretches and dialates around him. Around them, all these men determined to drag the Asset back or put him down for good. Since Bucky is pretty damn opposed to both choices, he's fighting for his life. And, for the record, trying to keep things from spilling over into more crowded areas of the park. Not that he expects anyone to notice. Right now, his main concern is staying out of unfriendly hands. And so far, it's Winter Soldier - 8, Hydra - 0. ]

(ooc: it looks fine. go ahead and continue prose if you'd like, i just prefer brackets. and sorry about the delay. finals were involved.)
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[personal profile] rogersed 2017-04-27 06:01 am (UTC)(link)

[ooc: feel for you, no prob of course! I'm good with brackets :) ]

[Steve is... horrified, because every time he thinks he's done with this, that Bucky's done with it, that maybe Bucky can go ahead and have something approximating a normal life? They're dragged back into it.

And it is they're dragged back in, it's not he's dragged back in, because Bucky will never have to deal with anything like this alone if Steve has anything to say about it.

Steve's shield zooms through the air, bounces off the shoulder of a hapless Hydra goon, then a tree, then the shoulderblades of another, who cries out and falls. Steve throws himself into a forward roll and picks it up again.

Where's Bucky?!]

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[personal profile] volitions 2017-04-27 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Someone in a movie once said 'Life is pain. Anyone who says any differently is trying to sell you something'. That's paraphrased, Bucky doesn't quite remember the whole quote, but truer words have never been spoken.

Life is pain, and then you die. Or you die and they keep bringing you back because it's all part of the great experiment. The living weapon.

The living weapon currently being mobbed by half a dozen men in hopes that if they rush the Asset, he can't pick them off one by one. If he was normal, it'd work. Good planning there, Hydra. But Bucky hasn't been normal since the 107th got captured at Azzano. His moves are too fast for anyone but another enhanced person to follow; punching, kicking, and ripping an arm off one guy who tries to shoot him in the chest. More Hydra personnel are heading toward him, perhaps spurred on by the sirens.

The free for all is at the base of a hill, near one of the park's many bridges, maybe fifty or so yards from Steve. ]
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[personal profile] rogersed 2017-04-28 12:40 am (UTC)(link)

[...there. Down the bottom of the hill. Steve knows he shouldn’t, knows that in fights you keep your damn mouth shut unless you need to signal someone, but - ]


[- rips from him anyway, because there’s some part of his hindbrain that tells him that he has to keep reminding Bucky who he is. That he’s not just the Winter Soldier, that he’s not a tool, not a weapon, that he’s a person and he doesn’t deserve any of this crap.

Did he just rip off someone’s arm?

Steve springs up onto the small bridge nearby to take out the couple rushing towards the melee. He’s started to attract his own attention now too, which wasn’t helped by him yelling like that, but it’s better if he can take his own share of this. Bucky’s coping okay, and the brief look Steve got of him didn’t show any real injuries beyond a few scrapes, so he’s probably not going to keel over from loss of blood after all this is done. Probably. Unless Steve missed something, which is always possible and always a hideous thought.

But the brief look Steve got of Bucky’s face wasn’t as heartening.]