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The Interrogation Meme

Your crimes were unspeakable, your lies were outnumbered, but finally you've been caught.
They bring you in, sit you down, and chain you up. No matter what power you have, no matter
how strong you are, you're not going anywhere so get comfy.
It's going to be a long night.

Rules
1. Post with your character, canon, and any prefs - You're the captive
2. Tag around to other characters. You're the interrogator.
3. Roll. Or, you know, don't.
3. Horribles.

RNG OPTIONS
1. Truth serum
You know this person isn't going to speak easy but you've got a surprise for them. This serum aught to loosen their lips a little.

2. Torture
The old fashion way might work best for this particular fellow. How about those nail screws?

3. Bargain
You've got something they really want, or really need. If they fess up, if they tell the truth of the matter, they'll get it.

4. Black mail
So, remember that night about ten years ago...? You know something they don't want the rest of the world to know and you're going to use it.

5. Seduction
Just because they're in chains on a chair doesn't mean you two can't have a little fun, right? Might be even more fun, come to think about it.

6. Leverage
Whether it's love, drugs, or something else -- it's hanging above your head. You're craving, aren't you? Or maybe that someone special is in danger if you don't spill.

7. WILDCARD
BECAUSE GIRAFFE.

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That had nothing to do with you. They were in my way, they would've kept getting in my way. I took your deal because I-- [I love you, I wanted to be with you. No, he won't say it.] You just couldn't be anything but miserable, though, could you? Least you were happy after Faustus did it. That's all I wanted. [~~And for her to love him. For someone to love him.~~

He's facing her again now.] Right, cos you really wouldn't hate me if I hadn't done it.

yeah, you took the easy way out with me. and that's what you always do; instead of facing the music, instead of having to roll up your sleeves and work, you run away like a coward. [she knows that none of that has really anything to do with her either. as always, it involves her aunt or the avengers, never her. the metal of the handcuffs bounding her hands clink and clank, as she moves.]

let's get one thing straight, rogers; my hatred for you before was natural and, frankly, baseless. i hated you because you broke my aunt's heart; because she placed her trust and faith in you and you threw it in her face. i loved my aunt and you hurt her. of course, i'd hate you. what you did to me only intensified and justified it.

Edited 2012-11-24 18:46 (UTC)

Really? So you mean I should just throw away everything I think, just so you'd love me? So Peggy would've? [Yeah, that just wasn't going to happen. Why should he change to make someone love him, he thinks; why can't anyone just like him for who he is now?]

There was no chance, either way. Maybe I should just kill you, it'd be better. [Not that he'd ever do that, he had a lot in him, but he couldn't do that. Even just looking at her made him think of how nice it'd be to hold and have her laugh and smile and be happy again.

He could've done without ever seeing her again, honestly, considering everything.]

oh, you don't want to give up your ideals and principles and everything that makes you you? [she nods her head, her voice dry;] i can relate to that. [even if she's never had the fortunate of loving someone and being loved by someone, in an eros way, sharon knows that, while one should love one for who they are, they should also be willing to change for someone they love. being in love gives you confidence, makes you invincible. and if one has complete self-confidence in themselves, they would be okay with changing.

it's quiet for a few moments, the silence stretching out into infinity, before she speaks again; hard, cold, and fearless.] maybe you should. you saw how easily i killed you.

[almost two decades on the job has made sharon unafraid of death. she's in a trade where it is unsafe to love anybody or anything. they strike at that; she can't be unwilling to part with her own life if it means saving people and accomplishing a mission.]

Yeah, and neither do you. [He frowned.] Guess we'd never work together anyway. Too bad, really. [he resisted the urge to say something about how she'd been so happy before, and maybe he might even change his mind and try to convince her, but he wasn't sure there was any point. She hated him.]

Maybe. Except you've got information I need.

i'm sure the world can survive without your lamentations, darling. [she let out a soft sigh, lightly tapping the heel of her boot on the ground.

she snorted, derisively.] that you won't get.

[sharon ever so coyly shot him a knowing glance, silently telling him he'd have to resort to torture. and that'd still be all for naught. he of all people should know how strong and durable her body was. she could stand torture; she hadn't gotten to the top crying over paper-cuts. nu-uh. she barely cried after she recovered from the brainwash and realised her situation (i.e. her pregnancy).]

[His eyes narrowed at her then, at her flippant attitude, at how dismissive she seemed of her predicament, and just at everything that had happened, how she wouldn't love him, how he still felt guilty for what he did to her even though she would've hated him no matter what. This wasn't how he'd wanted any of this to go. It was wrong.

Unable to keep the anger from his face, from boiling over, he turned and hit her, barely managing to hold back enough to keep it from being too hard. And hell, part of him even wanted to do it again, but he stopped himself, instead looking down at her with dark, angry eyes.]

[she knew he was going to hit her; hit her hard, but that didn't prepare her for how hard he hit her. her head went to the side from the force of his punch, her blonde curls splashing across her face.

a sob ripped from her throat and her whole body shook.] my -- my babies! [tears began to stream from her eyes, panting out soft, little cries.]

my babies, my babies, my babies...

[He stared at her for a moment, the inevitable guilt washing over him. He hadn't expected this reaction, he'd thought she would just say something snarky again, maybe challenge him for hitting her, something that'd make the action easier for him to justify... but instead she started crying, started going on about..]

What? Sharon-- Sorry-- I--

[He knelt before her, one hand going to her face to brush the tears away, even if she would pull away.] Our children-- Where are they? [The question is asked gently.] I wouldn't hurt them, you gotta know that.

[tears still pouring down her face, sharon nuzzled into his touch.] t-they're dead, steve. god, they're dead! [the metal handcuffs holding her hands clink from struggle. her tears stop, momentarily, as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at her bound hands.]

s-steve... w-what's going on? why am i tied up? [she looked up at him, her eyes questioning. they were no longer hard and cold as they were before, but soft, warm, and wet. her tone too; the only hard trace left was from sorrow, not hatred. they were her eyes, the same eyes that had looked upon him with such love and warmth for eight months, eight years ago.]

Edited 2012-12-03 00:48 (UTC)

[He stares at her for a moment, instantly knowing what's happened from the way she leans into his hand, how her eyes change. And even though he knows he shouldn't, he feels like he's finally talking to the real Sharon Carter; or at least the one who he fell in love with; really fell in love with.

His voice cracks a little when he speaks.] W-what? How did they...? [And how would she know? How could she? Unless she somehow knows things that she shouldn't, and he's not even sure how to ask that without telling her everything. Telling her the truth.

Maybe he should.]

You, uh, you weren't yourself. I dunno if I can untie you yet or not. ]Instead he hugged her; burying his face in her shoulder to hide the tears in his eyes. He felt so confused in that moment, like two different inclinations were pulling him in opposite directions. Should he tell her the truth, would that make the real Sharon more forgiving? Should he just forget that, and hope this fantasy stuck and lasted a little longer. What they had when he was in the White House, it was the only time he hadn't felt lonely since his defection.]

[she started crying again, crying and experiencing the kind of sorrow only a mother can.] t-they were small. a-and their heads were... [a rattling intake of air.] d-deformed and grotesque. steve, my babies, my babies.

[sharon turned her head, her frown becoming more pronounced.] w-what did i do? did i... did i hurt you? s-steve, i'm so sorry. so so sorry. please untie me. please. [she leaned forward, trying to get as much of his touch as she could. she just wanted to hold him, for him to hold her and for both of them to tell each other that everything was going to be alright. she needed a comfort only steve could give her.]

O-oh god... [It's whispered, because he didn't know... and a nagging voice keeps asking him how she could know, but he barely registers it, because the pain, the hurt, is biting at him too much now. And not just because his children are gone, but because Sharon's hurt, too... and he just can't...]

You tried. [You killed me. He hates to think about it.] But it... it doesn't matter now. [And maybe he shouldn't but he can't help it. He reaches back and undoes her restraints, pulling her out of the chair and enveloping her in his arms as he drops to his knees and just holds her. He's trying not to cry now, too.] I'm sorry... I'm sorry... [He whispers, and it's really for everything, for the children, for what he did to her, everything.]

[Her cries become harder as she clings to him, her face burying in the crook of his neck.] N-no. Please forgive me, Steve. I-I... shouldn't have let that happen. [If she loves Steve as much as she says she does, as much as she believes she does, that something like this shouldn't have happened. As much as she is a realist, Sharon used to believe that her love couldn't be broken. Apparently she's wrong and this is a rude awakening for her.

But, now Steve's apologizing to her, and it doesn't sound like he's saying it to be polite or to try to comfort her. It really does sound like he's apologizing; for what she doesn't know.] W-why are you apologizing?

[A brief pause before she carefully asks, her voice still thick.] W-what did you do, Steve?

[Steve would've believed her love couldn't be broken, but it was a lie, so of course it could. And everything he'd done to her was hitting him then, as well as the fact that his children were dead; he supposed that was his punishment for the things he'd done to her.

Slowly he ran his fingers through her hair, the pain and sadness in her voice like a knife to the gut, real or not.] Wasn't your fault, Sharon... It wasn't--

I... [Oh, god, he could've told her the truth just then, the real truth, but he's not sure he has it in him, not yet...] I shouldn't have dragged you into this, shouldn't have fallen in love with you.

[face tucked in the crook of his shoulder, sharon shakes her head, her voice muffled.] no, no. don't say that steve. don't you dare even think that, you bastard. [pushing him away, she stands up; her voice is no longer cracked with sorrow, but instead with a venomous anger. was he regretting falling in love with her? there were only a few things sharon regretted in her life, but falling in love with steve and being by his side is not one of them.]

i tell you our children are dead and you respond with guilt about falling in love with me? how dare you say that to me. [that's not the type of comfort she wants from him.]

[He didn't stand when she did, his shoulders slumping as he looked at the ground, his eyes brimming with tears when he finally looked up at her. He should've expected her anger, that's how he'd had Faustus program her, to love him deeply and dearly... But it wasn't real, no matter how much he wanted it to be.]

I-- Sharon, I can't. [When he spoke his voice was soft, and it cracked with the guilt he felt, as he kept remembering how she'd been earlier; that was the real Sharon Carter, no matter how much he might wish otherwise; he still loved her, even if part of him hated her, too.] It's a lie, you're-- this isn't really you... And our kids, I guess that's my punishment for I did to you. Just-- I didn't wanna be alone. So I got Faustus to make you love me. [He looked away again, certain she wasn't going to understand; or maybe she would, maybe his words would change her back, he didn't know.]

stop it. stop lying. if you don't want me anymore, you should just tell me. not... [there's a slight note of desperation in her voice, as if she's defending her life to a court. she takes a slow swallow, trying to regroup and not make a fool of herself, even when tears begin to streak down her cheeks again and her voice begins to crack.]

not come up with some bullshit story.

[shaking her head solemnly, she moves towards the door, staying far away from him and her gaze turned from him.] let me out of here. i -- i can't even look at you.

No, Sharon, it's not-- [He watches her from his spot, biting his lip. There's really nothing he can say, he supposes, that'll make her see what he did to her. Not while she's like this.]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it. [He moves toward her, his voice shaking with the remorse he felt, both for hurting her here and everything else he'd done to her.[ I do want you, I want you too much. For you to be happy.

[And he couldn't let her out, he knew he couldn't, he knew what would happen if he did. But he was so tempted to just throw it all away and let her go. He knew she'd change back, go back to hating him, and he'd be alone again. Maybe it wouldn't be long before she changed back now, too.

Slowly, carefully, he put a hand on her shoulder.]

[she smacks his hand away.] don't touch me. you don't get to touch me. [venom stains her voice and a fire begins to burn in her eyes. sharon refuses to be sad, so she'll focus on her wrath.]

now open the door before i throw you through it.

[He stared at her, the hurt clear on his face, and the guilt of it all, too. He couldn't do it... He just couldn't.

So he stepped forward, moving past her and opening the door, his mind whirling with all kinds of emotions he wish would just go away, the guilt most of all. He shouldn't feel this way, part of him is screaming, not for a woman who would never love him.

He stepped aside then, leaning against the wall. He isn't thinking straight at all, but he ignores any rational thoughts in his brain in favour a mutter:] Sorry.

[sharon disregards his apology, mumbling out a "whatever" as she passed him and out the door. her heart is heavy with emotions, but her voice and features is blank. it's odd; the hallways are empty, though she can faintly hear the marching of heavy boots off in the distance.

she doesn't know where she's walking; she just needs to get away from him and that room. she goes passed what she sure is other torture chambers, filled with dead or dying agents, but she doesn't care. sorrow and anger weighs too much on her soul to feel sympathy for torture victims.

there's enough distance between her and steve and she feels safe enough that a small smirk tugs on her lips.]

dumbass. [give sharon carter an oscar.

she hasn't run into any hydra guards, but she knows they're out there. that's why she has to be careful as she enters the hanger to steal a plane.]

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