bakerstreet | Steal you away

( 100% the one being "kidnapped". )

[Preferred role is Kidnapee, but Kidnapper is very doable.]

[am I being greedy by wanting this?]

[If so, then I am right there with you. Do want!]

[heck yes! Let me know if I should change anything. You’re going to get a far sassier Captain in this version, so hopefully you still enjoy it]
[EDIT: I totally wrote up this starter forgetting the prompt was for consensual kidnapping. Uh.... if it doesn’t work, I’ll redo]

It was a mission, like any other. Given a briefing, told where to go and who to kill. Loaded up with weapons and pushed into the van with the approiate handlers. It is nothing new, everything he is used to. He is fresh from the chair, his mind still buzzing, still fresh and clear and steady. There was no second guessing what he would do.
The mission starts perfectly normal, but rapidedly bears off into chaos. No sooner has he been dropped out of the van and the sent sent to the secure location for monitoring, than several strangers are surrounding him in the dimly lit back alley. A suit of brightly coloured armour, a man dressed in purple with a bow, someone flying with a cape and a hammer- There is a sudden bolt of electricity to the back of his neck. He stumbles. Thunder cracks, and another force of electricity hits him, this time much greater.
He blacks out
Waking up hurts, and the Captain growls, jerking forward only to discover that he has been restrained to a chair. The metal bends when he flexes his arms against it, but does not break. His weapons are missing. The shirt and sweatpants he is wearing smell brand new, and Are. Not. His.
He twists his head around, looking for who is responsible for this insult.
“I will rip your head from your neck if you have damaged my guns. That is my favourite pistol.”

Edited 2019-02-09 00:34 (UTC)

[No. It didn't work for me at all. >.>]

It's a mission unlike anything Tony thought he would ever be involved in.

Pretty impressive feat, considering that his first mission as an Avenger was to stop an alien invasion, and the weirdness only escalated from there (sentient. jello.). They're getting Captain America back. Captain. America. Steve fucking Rogers. Because he's alive, apparently, and a super secret soviet/HYDRA assassin; that's a thing that they've recently found out. They found it out when they found out that SHIELD was also very, very much secretly HYDRA, and imploded the organization.

That had been a mess.

Regardless, unique mission. Tony has a lot of feelings about it, but he's trying to keep it professional. The man is a POW; he's spent years being tortured in every conceivable way; he needs help. He also, you know, killed Tony's parents. Sort of. His body did, his broken mind maybe not so much, but Fury made Tony watch the footage when they found it ("I'd rather you not find out at an inopportune time. I need to know you can move past this and help get him back.") and the image is a hard one to shake.

He's trying. He's trying hard enough, and with enough apparent progress that he gets to be on the rescue mission. ("Sweet, we're kidnapping him?" "Rescuing, Stark." "An ambush in an alley is definitely a kidnapping, Nick.")

Kidnapping Captain America ("Man of Iron, we are freeing him from the tyranny of our enemies.") goes without a hitch. One conveniently planned ambush, and a bit of lightning from a god, and they're transporting him to a secure level of the Avenger's Compound via the quinjet. They know what they're in for, that he's a super soldier, and normal restraints won't hold him. They're prepared. When they strap him down to the chair they're going to have him in for first-ish contact, the man changed into clean, soft clothes and stripped of all his many weapons, they use reinforced handcuffs that were made for gods. (The fact that they bend when he struggles is highly alarming and super impressive, and Tony wants to know just how strong that serum made him.)

Then he opens his mouth and Tony goes from being impressed and amazed to being insulted. He strolls around into the man's field of vision. He's still in his suit - has to be, as a precaution, just in case - but the helmet is folded away entirely. "I'll do you one better, Sleeping Beauty. I'll rip your head from your neck if you ever suggest I would damage a weapon again. I mean, not really, probably. Maybe. But, seriously? I'm Tony Stark. Anything tech I touch becomes better. Your guns are fine. I designed some of them."

[ gah Fury who actually lets him know about that? Smart Fury!]

This eyes narrow, sneering at Stark. Although he’d been aware since he woke up that there was someone else in the room with him, it was a completely different thing to see the face of the man who had captured him. One of the people, at least, and who knew where those others were watching from. His spine itches. This was a threat beyond anything the mission briefing had stated, and though he’s still fresh from cryo, he knows enough about the state of the world to guess at who has taken him.
Hydra technicians had never been able to fully understand and predict what would be taken by the chair and what would be remembered. The best practice was to do a full wipe at the end of every mission, but that was too many resources for an organization now on its back foot, and they’d been skipping out more and more, shoving the Captain back into his storage without taking away all of his memories or sense of self. It was starting to develop again, getting bold enough to sass at the least his enemies.
“I have been kidnapped by so called, and you think I’ll believe you haven’t done something to be concerned about? That is an original 1895 Nagant M1895, and if you touch it with your filthy tinkering paws again-“
While he makes threats, glaring at a Stark for all the good he can do, his hands are twisting behind him, trying to figure out the mechanism on the restraints they have used. He can not begrudge them their effectiveness, the mere fact that he can not immediately break free shows plenty about how prepared they are for a super soldier of his abilities. Oh, but the handlers are going to be mad about this. The mission window has already slipped past, it will be ruled a faire, and he has not had a failure since.... Well, the chair has ripped away his memory of failure, but he knows that it must have been a long time ago. He does not fail. It is the most basic fact of his life, that he does not fail a mission.
He growls, angry not just at the failure, but that one of the rare weapons he has that he choose himself is under the hands of a man claiming to improve it. While most of his guns were modern, and he couldn’t care less about them, the Nagant had become something of a talisman, a symbol that he could hold onto. He and the gun were the same - not just something to be wielded, but a weapon that lasted, endured impossible conditions and could be fixed, even if it took the brunt force of a hammer. The gun was him and he was the gun, and he never questioned why they allowed such attachment in him, when all other personal touches were taken away. He did not choose his armour or his knives but he choose that one specific gun.
They would hand it to him, fresh out of the chair, and ask in a simple voice, do you remember what this is and he always knew the answer, even when his throat hurt from screaming and his mind was white with static me.
“Release me, and I will make your death swift.”

[[Oh Em Gee. I have so many headcanons for Tony in this universe, including some about his relationship with SHIELD and Fury. Without Steve in the picture, it was Tony/Iron Man who was there to help implode SHIELD once they found out they were HYDRA, and then was also deeply involved in the HYDRA hunt that came after. Fury used the video the same way he used Coulson's Cap cards. To make him hate HYDRA all the more, thus assuring his cooperation, and to hope he would get over th rage at Rogers killing his parents and be able to help retrieve a potentially powerful asset for them. Do you have any thoughts? You brought this grand universe into being, I'm just playing in it with great relish.]]

It isn't easy to stand in front of Captain Rogers and not want to punch him in his perfect Soviet assassin teeth for killing his mom, but he fights the urge back and shoves it down. Having to be rational is a real bitch, but he's an Avenger, and he's gonna make it happen. He gives the man a disdainful look, letting his eyes drift up and down in quiet assessment.

He lets the man rant - lets him struggle and throw out his threats. They're empty, as far as Tony is concerned. Either the handcuffs will hold and the Captain will continue to sit there, or the handcuffs will break, and Tony'll get to subdue him with the Iron Man suit. It's a no-lose situation, and precisely why Tony volunteered to be the first one in the door.

"You're not going anywhere," he promises. "Not any time soon. No, we have to scrape that shoddy HYDRA programming out of you first, maybe get some of your memories back. If any of them are salvageable. A normal person would be a vegetable by now with everything they've been doing to you, so we're hopeful. Maybe we can make you a real boy, Deep Freeze."

He walks back around behind the Captain, grabbing a chair and dragging it loudly across the floor to sit backwards on it in front of his - their - captive. The chair protests the weight of the Iron Man suit, but it holds. He folds his arms on the back, tilting his head at the Captain. He wonders if the man really is upset about the gun, or if it's just programming cleverly disguised that way. Some fail-safe to ensure he's always armed?

"That pistol was an outdated piece of junk," he says, letting himself be a little mean. "I think you'll love what I've done with it." Nothing. "Assuming you ever get it back."

[ okay so my main headcanon is that in this verse Hydra didn’t have as much reliance on the chair, and a lot of what they did was more traditional brainwashing. So he has a far greater personality, as well as a quicker and more reliable memory of who he was before the Soldier. It might take a firm kick to get him remembering Steve Rogers, but it won’t be a great fight. The whole more traditional brainwashing thing meant they used physical triggers, which the gun is the big one, to tie his memories down and treat him almost like a kind of sleeper agent? So that if and when he does start remembering, they would show him the gun, and he’s go back to the kind of behaviour and memories that they wanted him to have.]

He growls, and leans back in his chair. There’s a wild look to his eyes, a sense of desperation to his body. It would not take a genius to know that the Captain is not a fan of all these things that Stark is talking about, not does he feel that Stark should be trying to give him back any kind of memories. Of course, Stark won’t care. The Captain knows better than to think that Stark would care at all about what he wants from this and if he actually wants to be helped. Greedy Americans were always the same, thinking they could save the world, not even bothering to ask if the world hey were saving even wanted their help.
“You want to talk about my memories?” He knows the Chair takes his from him. But it is better, a perfect soldier for the good of the world does not need to be weighed down by what he has done in the past or what blood is on his hands. It is better to forget, to keep the mind free for the things that matter. “I know you. Anthony Stark. Orphan. Parents killed when he was still a drunk prep school boy. She begged me to stop. She begged for her life. I let her. I like it when they beg. And then I snapped her neck.”
Prevoke a reaction, of any sort, to throw Stark off his carefully crafted plan. If he doesn’t know, all the better, drive a wedge between Stark and those he works for. But the Captain knows he can be vicious, and even if Stark knows, there is a difference between knowing what happened, and hearing the details from the man who did it. It is good he was allowed to keep those memories. It will be unexpectedly useful. And perhaps Stark will get angry enough to attack him now.

Edited 2019-02-08 22:12 (UTC)

This meme is (chef kiss) and I'd love to do a longer m/m set-up. HMU~

[If this OC is of interest, did you have any particular thoughts or desires for this?]

[I'd love to do something with Kanji being kidnapped, would prefer someone older (20+).]

[There are a lot of reasons this one would be willingly kidnapped.]

Edited 2019-02-09 04:27 (UTC)

(OoC: ...what could be a good reason...)

[Anything to get away from Jaques and back to her team, really.]

((ooc: I could see Jaune "do crimes" Arc here kidnapping Weiss post Volume 3))

[You won't have to twist her arm in volume 4. But what did you have in mind?]

((Hmm I just need an excuse for Jaune to be in Atlas really. I'm thinking maybe he goes there to try and seek out some sort of military training to improve himself?

Either way he gets in before the block on transit and while he's there he hears various bits of news. Once he hears the lie that the fall of Beacon was "too much" for Weiss and she was handing over the title of heir to her little brother he knows something's up.

So he hatches some sort of scheme to "kidnap" her. Maybe he manages to get Klein's assistance and he acts as intermediary between them to make the plan work.))

[Oooh. I like it. You want me to start it or do you want to open?]

((If you don't mind starting that would be great.))

Weiss wiped the sweat off of her head. It was getting easier to summon the knight, but it still took a lot out of her. Her stomach growled and a part of her regretted not taking Whitley up on his offer to bring her something. Still, it was probably better than giving him the satisfaction. Maybe she would seek out Klein and see if he could teach her to cook. It didn't matter if her father frowned on it, it's not like there was any reason to stay on his good side. Not the way things were now. She smiled ruefully. She liked spending time with Klein and she liked the feel of Myrtenaster in her hands again. It was funny how that in some ways even though she was caged she was more free than she had ever been.

She started the long walk from her room to the kitchen. She paused when she heard weeping. Her mother was locked in her room again....she wondered if her father had done that to punish his wife or if her mother was doing it to punish him. It was hard to tell sometimes. Numbly, she decided to take the path that led through the garden. Usually no one else went there unless it was the day the person who did the landscaping was there. The roses were in bloom. White, all of them. She couldn't remember noticing before, but somehow to the lack of any complimenting colors made the landscape seem that much more lonely. Remote. Distant.

Like I was, she thought.

Maybe she would tell the gardeners to plant some red ones. And yellow. And any other color they could find. If she was still here that long. She wasn't training for nothing.

When Beacon fell Jaune was uncertain what to do with himself at first, but he soon realized he needed to be stronger. To become the kind of person that could protect others. There was no way he could continue to be as a novice when everything was going wrong. He promised Ruby he would meet her at Haven, but he needed to do this for himself. So he decided to travel to the military hub, Atlas. There had to be someone he could learn from. An old soldier, something.

During his time here was when he heard about Weiss. There were some rumblings of what happened at the party and of her giving up her right as heiress. This smelled to Jaune so he intended to know for certain if she needed help or not.

Not knowing whom he could trust he instead scoped out the Schnee manor looking for a place he might be able to see Weiss. The garden was the best spot. While it was lined with a thick wall of plants and the actual metal fence he would be able to see when someone passed by at least.

Through the bushes he saw that shock of white hair and immediately tossed a crumpled ball of paper over the fence. If she unraveled it she would see that it read 'I'm here to help if you need it - Jaune' He didn't want to raise his voice and potentially cause himself to get caught so close to the estate by SDC security.

Weiss stared at the note in shock. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting. But it wasn't this. But how could that be possible. Of course she remembered Jaune, but she had never pegged him as resourceful. She would have chalked this up to one of Whitley's cruel jokes, but she had never told her family about any of her friends from Beacon - not that they would have cared to ask.

"Jaune?" she dared to let out a sharp whisper, her eyes darting around.

She skirted along the edges of the fence hoping to wander near wherever he might be hiding.

"Jaune, is it really you?"

Had he actually found a way to get this close without the guards seeing him? Color her impressed.

Jaune smiled hearing Weiss's voice. It was great to hear after so long, he was also really glad because he should have realized all of Weiss's family basically had that hair color. That could have gone poorly.

Still he speaks up though tries to keep it down enough no one else would notice. "Yes it's me. Do I need to get the guitar out to prove it?" He gave that little self-deprecating joke both as an attempt at humor and to prove it was most definitely him.

"More importantly, are you okay? People out there are spreading rumors you had a mental break down and gave up your rights as heiress. That doesn't sound like you." Needless to say Jaune smelled something foul about all of this.

She couldn't believe it. She felt a rush of gratitude at hearing a familiar voice. The guitar comment got an actual smile out of her, not that she was going to admit.

"Of course that's not true!" she declared, her anxiety over Jaune potentially being caught making her sound more snappy than thankful. "My father is doing it to opunish me for speaking out against the outrageous and shallow behavior of the people he likes to rub shoulders with. I told the truth about Beacon and I guess that was too much for his ego. He spread that rumor."

She took in a breath. "I don't know how you haven't been caught. There's a side entrance on the north end of the garden. I'll let you in over there."

Her mind raced for cover stories as to why Jaune would be here. She doubted her mother or Whitley kept count of their servants anymore or even knew their names, but her father was more shrewd.

He didn't blame Weiss for feeling anxious given everything that has probably happened to her. Jaune grimaced at her shortened version of events "That would explain the whole 'mental breakdown' rumor too. You probably gave someone what they deserved and then they embellished it to make themselves seem better."

"It took me a while, but because of the hill there aren't as many cameras on this side," he explained. "So I just had to wait for a break in the patrol."

Leaving it at that he headed for the side entrance and patiently waited for Weiss to unlock the door. Once she did he would immediately slip in. "You never really answered me before. Are you okay Weiss?" His face was full of concern. She wasn't someone he was chasing out of some infatuation, but a concerned friend. Someone who wanted to know she had been treated alright or if she wasn't, how to fix it.

She smiled. At least someone in Atlas believed she wasn't crazy. She was just amazed that it turned out to be Jaune. She could see Ruby or Yang pulling a stunt like this but she was pleasantly surprised. She felt a stab of anger at her father, but his behavior she was far from surprised about.

"It's a good thing you caught me here," she said, beckoning him to follow her. "I can sneak you into the kitchen and Klein can at least disguise you and make up some cover story about you apprenticing under him or something. At least until we have a solid plan to get far away from here."

She grimaced at his question, but didn't turn around. No, she really wasn't okay. But she didn't have time to be not okay. It had been a mistake to come back here. To think her father might posses even one iota of respect for her now that she had been trained at Beacon and survived all that had happened there. If anything, he'd been more eager to press his thumb down.

"My father has always been a controlling tyrant - believe me, it's nothing I'm not used to," she finally answered. "But he's also smug and always thinks he's three steps ahead which means he'll underestimate me."

At her mention of running away he gave a diligent nod. Though he understood it'd be harder than just walking out the door. They needed to get off of the continent before her Father even knew what was happening.

Her answer was somewhat expect. He winced until she got to the part of Jacques underestimating her. "That's definitely a mistake," he replied. "You're one of the most capable women I know." It wasn't flattery or said with any sort of ulterior motive. It was just an observation from a friend.

Knowing they had little time to chat he said "Alright let's go. Whose Klein by the way?" He'd follow wherever Weiss lead him. There was no way he would leave without knowing how he was going to get her out of here at least.

My real father figure.

"My butler," she replied. "Though he's more like family. He looked after me and my siblings growing up and always snuck me hot chocolate when - well, when my parents were distracted with other things."

Like screaming at one another incessantly.

There weren't many servants here today. She noticed that as she lead Jaune through the servants entrance. Ugh. Did Whitley really need an army to order around every time he went out? No matter. It made this easier.

When they got to kitchens Weiss introduced Jaune to a short, Dwarvish-looking man.

"So he needs a good cover," she said after explaining the situation.

"Not a problem Miss Schnee," thr man said good naturedly. "I could use an assistant anyway and I'll just tell your father that he's an apprentice. Jacques won't pay that much attention to someone he isn't paying anyhow."

"So he'll help us out? Great!" He smiled. It wasn't just because this would be easier, but because he was happy that Weiss had someone who was willing to look out for her interests.

The height difference was something of a shock. Someone could easily make the joke Jaune was hired on to reach the high shelves for Klein.

However Jaune's focus was more on the task at hand. "I know we need a good plan to get her off the grounds, but do you have an idea of how we could secure a ride from here to Mistral?"

He looked to Weiss "Uh that is if you want to go to Mistral. Ruby's headed that way along with Ren and Nora. Ruby got a lead that it's where the people behind the attack on Beacon are going."

"Ruby's going to Mistral?" Weiss was temporarily floored and grudgingly impressed.

True, she held Ruby Rose in higher regard than she had when they had first met, but it seemed that their team leader had taken things into her own hands. It made Weiss feel foolish in a way. Why hadn't she done that? She should never have agreed to come back here. And yet, some small part of her had hoped her father would prove her wrong. Her mouth tensed into a determined line. No time for regrets.

"I'm glad she had the sense to not travel alone at least," she said. "I'm pretty sure there are plenty of people I could bribe. Few people are thrilled about the dust trade being shut down while General Ironwood closes the border......how was Ruby when you last saw her? I didn't get to say goodbye."

Her heart ached and her chest tightened. The last time she had seen her partner her sister had been maimed and then Blake was just gone. Everything fell apart so fast.

Jaune nodded "Like the rest of us she can't just accept what happened and expect somebody else to do something about it." For just a moment there was an angry tone in Jaune's voice. Not that it'd be any surprise given he had lost a member of his team.

His expression softened as Weiss asked about Ruby "She's... worried about a lot of things. What to do about Cinder, what happened to her sister and really all of it, but she's not letting it stop her."

"I think she's doing better because she has some idea of what she can do to help." That was just the kind of person Ruby was.

"I'm supposed to meet up with them there. I stopped here first because I was hoping I could find an Atlas military veteran to help train me." Jaune had felt quite helpless during the fall of Beacon and was hoping to improve himself. He hadn't had much luck yet, but he at least found Weiss when she clearly needed help.

"That sounds like Ruby," Weiss said, smiling awkwardly. "I....I wish I hadn't left that day. My Dad just has a way of....well, hopefully you never have to see."

If Klein had any surprise or indignation at Weiss's comments about her father it didn't show and that was telling. He just dusted off his shoulder and busied himself making the teenagers some hot chocolate. After all, it looked like the nice young man had traveled a long way. Better make some sandwiches as well.

"So you came here for training and then you heard some rumors about me?" she asked. "Damn, I didn't think word was going to travel that fast. It's almost flattering that Father is putting that much effort into discrediting me. From him, that's almost a compliment. Anyway, thanks for coming."

She gave him a knowing smile. "Not that I would not have broken out on my own, but I'm not going to complain about having company."

His expression was sympathetic "We all reacted to what happened in our own way. Let's just hope I don't run into the guy or I might have something to say to him."

Jaune nodded to her question "That sums it up. Gossip spreads pretty fast on its own, but it seemed weird how many people I overheard talking about it." He had wondered with how Weiss was describing her father if some of them had been paid off to be heard.

"People on the lower level aren't buying it as easily as the people up here though. Sure there's some, but I think most of them can smell how fishy this is even though they don't know you."

He smiled in turn "I'm sure you would have, but hopefully I can make it a little easier on you. At the very least we can room with Ruby and the others when we make it to them."

( the one being kidnapped, naturally. m/f for shipping. )

[ She'll be doing the 'kidnapping.' ]

[okay so like my main theory as to why Steve is so much sassier and has more memory than the canon Winter Soldier is basically that he's been brainwashed differently and has more of his own personality left. They didn't want to risk the chair as much, since it's so destructive, so they used more classic means like hypnosis and sleep deprivation and torture. The gun is basically a token they kept given him, over and over, to build an association that they could trigger. Kinda like the trigger words that Bucky has in canon.]

His swearing breaks off into first Russian, then German, and then finally Gaelic. The handcuffs seem far too strong, stronger than anything he'd been put in before, and even the restraints on his chair had to be replaced every so often because he'd stress the metal to it's breaking point. The restraints used on him now don't even bend past what he had intially done to them.
Finally, when he's worked his muscles into exhaustion and is breathing deeply, heaving almost, he tosses his head back, groaning, before meeting Tony's eyes with a glare that could kill if he had been so enhanced.
"What do you want? I don't know you, but I know your kind. You want me to kill someone for you? I might, if you ask really really nicely."

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