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Jason's lungs feel like they're trying to turn inside out.

He takes a rattling breath through his teeth, gives up and curls his lip, lets the air blossom full and sweet in his lungs. It serves to stay the faint buzzing between his ears, but he's still dizzy, frustration and rage and a hurt he's too keyed up to realize is childish warring in his head and heart.

Fucking Batgirl. Fucking Robin. It's bad enough that Tim is gone and they're on the island instead, creeping in his periphery far more often than his temper can endure, and now she's in his class? Both of them, with Bucky? Jason could have pulled the parallel bars down with his bare hands this morning. He settled for oneupping her in every exercise he could, and in cardio, running harder, faster, better, pushing himself to the point of exhaustion and then harder still.

He can't tell if she's impressed or not. He doesn't care, and it doesn't mean a damn thing that he keeps looking at her, that he can't hold any expression on his face that isn't a sneer or snarl. She can't touch him in class, not in combat or in quality, and if she thinks she can come in just to spy on him, to see if he's 'doing anything she has to stop,' she's fucking wrong.

Fury renewed, Jason unfurls his hands and takes a step over the sand, eyes on Steph where she's detached from the rest of the dispersing students.

Date: 2011-10-05 03:04 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: that's bull. here's why.)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
There's absolutely nothing gentle about the way Bucky reaches for Jason's shoulder, intent on stopping the kid in his tracks before he gets any closer to the girl. Though Bucky takes care to give everyone in the class equal attention, today marked a fairly drastic exception, his focus split between the new girl and Jason all morning, even if Jason's stolen all of it, now, his objective reading more than clear in his body language.

"You. Me. Now."

Date: 2011-10-05 04:37 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: how much I don't care)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
Bucky smiles, but there's no mistaking it for friendly. It's the type of grin he uses in fights, the challenge reading clear across his features, the spark of anger lingering behind his eyes. His patience has already been tested for the day, and the kid's playing jump rope with his one last nerve; they've never come to blows, never in earnest, never when Bucky's been in his right mind, but with the attitude pouring off Jason by the bucketful, all bets are off. Because at the end of the day, Bucky's not Steve Rogers.

"You really wanna play games with me, kid?" he asks, just loud enough for Jason to hear and no one else, getting right into his space. "Or do you just think I have moron stamped across my forehead?"

Date: 2011-10-05 04:55 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ca :: this isn't a back alley)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
"The girl," Bucky explains, the only allowance he'll make, and without tearing his gaze from Jason's, he jerks his chin in Stephanie's general direction. "Talk."

Date: 2011-10-05 05:17 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: dark and dangerous)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
She was a bit rough around the edges, Bucky'll admit to that, but this isn't the ITF, so that's acceptable; the only people he doesn't make a habit of accepting are the kids who physically can't handle it, and this Stephanie Brown doesn't qualify for the automatic reject pile. Her performance was perfectly acceptable.

"No, see, this isn't how this works," Bucky replies with the ghost of a laugh, shaking his head, once. "I don't have to explain myself. I'm in charge! This is my show to run. You, on the other hand..." Another smile. "Tell me what the hell your problem is before I decide to get creative."

Date: 2011-10-05 05:43 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: scheming glance)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
He needs more context to piece it together; a lot of Jason's world is still a mystery to him, the major players mostly unknown save for the few names that've cropped up more than once. The smile fades, slightly, from Bucky's face, as he watches Jason fall apart in front of him.

"Batman," he surmises, not a question, but close enough.

Date: 2011-10-05 06:06 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: on the move)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
Bucky sighs, hands falling to his hips. His mind's racing trying to keep up with the torrent of information coming at him, trying to piece it together in ways that make sense, but the kid's talking a mile a minute about things that might as well be in code for how cryptic he's being.

"Wrong about what, Jason?"

Date: 2011-10-06 07:27 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: serious)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
He's a good kid. Misguided, at times, and in definite need of looking after, but when it all boils down, he's a good kid who's been thrown into a tangled mess of a world without adequate means of getting himself out. For all that Bucky sees a lot of himself in Jason, however, in this, he's at a loss, because at the end of the day, Steve had always been there for him, both as his brother and his defense against the rest of the world, Bucky himself included.

Jason didn't have that.

"Then you're right," says Bucky, eyes flicking back upwards. "He was wrong."

Date: 2011-10-07 06:43 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: considering)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
"You to prove them right," Bucky says simply, following Jason's eye line, and frowning. For all that the days here tend to bleed into each other, it's remarkable how quickly some things can change.

"You want my advice?"

Date: 2011-10-07 09:45 pm (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: dark and dangerous)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger

If they're expecting Jason to go off the deep end, it stands to reason, then, that the best thing Jason could do is to keep on the straight and narrow. To continue living his life the way he has for months. Eventually, his two new stalkers will find themselves bored. Or, ideally, experiencing a change of heart.

Date: 2011-10-08 05:22 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ca :: this isn't a back alley)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
He doesn't answer right away. Deception comes easily to Bucky, even when everyone knows he's lying, but he wants to give the kid a straight answer, and not just the one that'll make him feel better for a few seconds.

Finally, he says, "Not if you don't have cause."

Date: 2011-10-10 07:33 pm (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: I like a boy in uniform)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
Bucky arches an eyebrow.

"You do fall off the deep end, though, those kids aren't the ones you'll have to worry about," he replies, and though there's a slight wryness to his tone, there's truth to what he's saying. Jason's more or less been his responsibility since the kid fell from the sky a year ago, for better or for worse. "Just so we're clear."

Date: 2011-10-11 08:05 pm (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: dark and dangerous)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
He's worn a lot of hats over the years, but even when he was a soldier, he was the one they sent in to do the real dirty work. Neutralizing threats before they have a chance to act used to be his job, and though the circumstances of the island are different, though they are not in the middle of a war zone, though the shield sitting in his room would have him take a less lethal stance, the Joker wouldn't walk on these shores for long.

Bucky holds Jason's gaze. "I do."


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