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Jason moves away from the hut at a jog, face masked in casual expectation for the day ahead while his heart threatens to beat right out of his chest. His steps are easy, eyes fixed only on the path, and the instant the trees swallow him Jason doubles back at a dead run.

Something's wrong with Bucky. Something is wrong, and even without knowing what it is, Jason has seen enough to know that when things are wrong with Bucky, people die.

He slips right through Steve's window, trusting that this man, at least, won't kill him just for startling him. "Steve," Jason calls, voice pitched just loud enough to carry inside these four walls.

God, please be home. "Are you here?"

Date: 2012-05-16 05:56 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
I look up from the yellow legal pad I'm jotting curriculum notes on when I hear someone come in through the window down the hall. They do it almost silently, and I frown. To be honest, it's a small island, and I wouldn't anticipate anyone trying to sneak in here for any reason.

But apparently it's not my radar they're trying to stay under. Jason knows where the front door is. Apparently, he didn't want anyone seeing him use it.

"Jason?" I say, starting from the kitchen down the hall.

"What's going on?"

Date: 2012-05-16 08:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
"No," I murmur. It's not just damning, what Jason says. It's not just cause for unease. It paints so clear a picture, so succinctly, that I know, immediately and instinctively, exactly what's wrong with him. I turn away from Jason, expecting him to follow, and head back into the front room, where the sun filters through the canopy into the big windows and my footlocker from the war is kept.

"Jason, I know you saw some of what the soviets did to him, but what do you know about the Winter Soldier?"

Date: 2012-05-16 08:53 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
"Those are the pressing details," I say, stopping and turning back to Jason.

"Jason, I need you to keep your head down and stay as far away from this as possible. I don't know how it's going to go. The Winter Soldier doesn't operate without a directive, and we don't what's triggered him."

The last time I came up against the Winter Soldier it took the power of cosmic cube to save Bucky. God help me, I don't know how I'm going to do it this time.

Date: 2012-05-16 10:14 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
"No," I agree, "it's not. And once we have a plan, once we figure out the Winter Soldier's goal, we can move on this. But until then, I'd rather you not give him any reason to kill you."

For a start, Bucky would never forgive himself.

If I can even bring Bucky back.

No. I can, and I will. There's no other option.
Edited Date: 2012-05-16 10:15 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-05-17 07:46 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
I don't answer immediately. At least, not as immediately as I should.

"I'll get him back," I tell him. My voice sounds steady to my own ears. I even believe it. I have to.

Date: 2012-05-17 09:44 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
Jason's weight alone isn't enough to pull me down, but it's enough to get the message across. I drop, turning from the window and diving to the floor the second before it shatters, following Jason's momentum, and roll to come up pressed against the wood bar and out of the sniper's view.

Damn it. Damn it.


Date: 2012-05-17 10:15 pm (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ca :: Winter Soldier)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
A hundred yards away, ensconced in the high branches of a tree, the Winter Soldier sighs as he lowers his rifle. The damned kid got in the way of his clear shot, thereby outliving his usefulness in record time. It's almost a shame, given that it's only thanks to him that the Soldier found his objective. Following the kid had been a no-brainer, tracking him just as easy, but now he's gone and jeopardized the completion of the mission, and that simply will not do.

But there's not much the Winter Soldier can accomplish from here. He's a sitting duck if he runs out of ammo and the element of surprise is no longer on his side. He needs to regroup, come up with a new plan of attack now that his target has been confirmed, and that means getting the hell out of here before Captain America remembers that legs are useful for more than just dodging bullets.

Shouldering his rifle, the Winter Soldier jumps down from his perch, landing light-footed against the jungle floor before he makes a break for it.
Edited Date: 2012-05-17 10:18 pm (UTC)

Date: 2012-05-19 01:32 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
Damn it to hell. I throw myself to my feet and vault the frame for the couch Duck helped me start to sculpt out. I slide a few feet, then launch myself in a run for the window frame, now mostly empty, and leap through it.

It's a testament to my state of mind that I just don't see the jagged shard- substantially more than a shard, really- still embedded in the window frame. It doesn't just catch the pant leg of the cargoes I'm wearing, it cuts deep across my calf, and I stumble, my balance thrown. My shoulder rebounds off a tree, painfully, and then I'm running full out, moving seamlessly through the jungle, but even a second's distance between me and them could be everything, let alone two.

Date: 2012-05-19 01:59 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: camouflage)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
They're tailing him. It's a dumb move, he thinks, but an expected one. He presses forwards despite the kid's shouts -- Bucky, who the hell is Bucky? -- for him to stop, on the lookout for high ground. The terrain's unfamiliar to him, but not to them, and in this alone they have the advantage; they'll know before he does where he's most likely to disappear.

But he can give them chase in the meantime. Ducking and weaving through trees, the Winter Soldier keeps a fast, unrelenting pace, his footfalls a whisper on the packed earth.

Date: 2012-05-19 11:00 pm (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: kinda disgusting.)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
The Winter Soldier doesn't stop to listen, instead using his momentum to carry forward his first punch. No matter what training this kid's obviously had, he's confident that his own is better. This is his fight to lose.

"I could say the same about your Russian."

Date: 2012-05-19 11:28 pm (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ca :: we are the boys)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
He rolls with the hit, though the suit takes the brunt of the impact; it's designed to withstand a hell of a lot more than a punch. Taking advantage of the kid's extended arm, the Winter Soldier reaches for it with his gleaming metal one, intent on twisting it behind the kid's back, as his free hand produces the knife from his belt to end this before it even gets started.

Date: 2012-05-21 01:12 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: not easy)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
Kid's got some chops. Too bad they won't be enough.

Kicking forward, the Winter Soldier all but dives into the throw, propelling himself back onto his feet -- only he doesn't straighten. Staying low in a crouch, he quickly pivots around, throwing out his leg to sweep under the backs of the kid's knees.

Date: 2012-05-21 04:49 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
There is no waiting with the Winter Soldier, and I don't even slow down before I slam into him, arms folded in front of me to hit him low in the back. It's almost impossible to get the Winter Soldier off balance, but that's my first goal.

I roll after the impact, knowing he'll be coming up to his feet just as prepared as I am.

"Enough."

Date: 2012-05-21 05:24 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ca :: holy shit bucky's a bamf)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
He's no less deadly close-up than he is at a distance, but the Winter Soldier knows going against Rogers without a plan of attack could prove disastrous. Already he's paying for missing his shot; another mistake's just not in the cards. He needs an exit strategy, fast, and once again, it's the kid that provides his next move, safe in his nest and ripe for a fall.

Recovering from Rogers' wrecking ball routine, the Winter Soldier regains his footing in a matter of seconds, replacing his knife so he can withdraw the shield instead. It's an elegant weapon, beautifully balanced, and surely worthy of a better man than Captain America despite its patriotic paint job. Though the Winter Soldier has no memory of ever wielding it, his muscles tell a different story, his throw as graceful as any of its previous owner's. Humming through the air, the shield spins towards its intended target: the kid's head.

Date: 2012-05-21 05:53 am (UTC)
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"Jason-!" I move to him, drop defensively in front of him, never turning my back to the Soldier, eyes narrowed, defenses up, but I can already see he's going to run.

There's so much going on in my head, concern for Jason, a deep and raw anger at seeing The Shield used that way, a raw fear at Bucky's state.

Date: 2012-05-21 06:19 am (UTC)
onlyapassenger: (ss :: seeing red)
From: [personal profile] onlyapassenger
This isn't how he cares to operate. The kid's a liability and ought to be killed, but he's more useful alive than dead, a fact the Captain's just confirmed from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. A corpse doesn't bear protecting, but a young man in desperate need of medical attention surely does, and with this action alone, the Winter Soldier has earned himself a way out of here.

Though he'll have to go without the shield. Lodged in the tree after bouncing off the kid's head, there's no way to retrieve it without passing through Rogers first. Counter-intuitive. It's another acceptable loss, and one he can make up for later.

Gaze darting from the kid back to Rogers, the Winter Soldier leaves the pair with a question before he goes: "How much more collateral are you willing to risk, flag man?"

Date: 2012-05-23 12:24 am (UTC)
onlyforthedream: (what.)
From: [personal profile] onlyforthedream
He knows I won't give chase, not now, not with Jason bleeding from the head and passed out cold. I watch him fade into the underbrush before turning back and leaning down, gently pushing dark, matted hair aside, checking Jason's pulse, starting to move him, carefully, into a neutral position.

I stand only to jump up, catching a branch and pulling myself onto it to retrieve the Shield then drop back down again. I kneel, use my belt looped over my shoulder to carry the shield on my back, then scoop Jason up as carefully as I can.

I turn and begin to run, as smoothly and carefully as I can, for the clinic, and try to mentally map out where it's most likely I'll find Bucky next.

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