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Sep. 16th, 2014 03:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prodigaljaybirdThe set-up's taken weeks, but the Red Hood is as patient as Jason is not, waiting and planning, gathering intel and distributing false data, wiring bombs and executing his plan to perfection. Five Lobos lieutenants, one captain, and in a stroke of luck, two high ranking Mad Men are all gathered in a small room of long abandoned warehouse 56.
The block is empty. The doors are shut. Inside the men are in varying degrees of inebriation, helped along by a little something Jason slipped into Aguilar's flask. Jason waits.
And waits.
And waits. And when he's completely satisfied, he sets the timer on the explosive charges and turns to leave, checking his outside feed one last time.
He's planned every detail to the last. Which is why it shouldn't truly be a surprise that fucking Allison Argent is in the alleyway outside.
"Dammit," Jason swears, looking at his timer. He could stop this, but any moment now, Allison's going to get the attention of the bangers inside, and Jason doesn't know when he'll get an opportunity like this again. "Dammit," he swears again, and flies swift and silent through the window into the outside air.
"Get out of here." The words ring clear and sudden through the night, for all that they're barely above a whisper. "I mean it. Go right now."
The block is empty. The doors are shut. Inside the men are in varying degrees of inebriation, helped along by a little something Jason slipped into Aguilar's flask. Jason waits.
And waits.
And waits. And when he's completely satisfied, he sets the timer on the explosive charges and turns to leave, checking his outside feed one last time.
He's planned every detail to the last. Which is why it shouldn't truly be a surprise that fucking Allison Argent is in the alleyway outside.
"Dammit," Jason swears, looking at his timer. He could stop this, but any moment now, Allison's going to get the attention of the bangers inside, and Jason doesn't know when he'll get an opportunity like this again. "Dammit," he swears again, and flies swift and silent through the window into the outside air.
"Get out of here." The words ring clear and sudden through the night, for all that they're barely above a whisper. "I mean it. Go right now."
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Date: 2014-09-19 10:34 pm (UTC)"We're covered in evidence," he says when her threats become questions. "No hospital." His ribs hurt worse than ever after their flight, but he's used to it. This is what he does, and for all her anger Allison doesn't understand.
"I was trained by the League of Assassins," he says, wishing she knew his world, knew to be scared just for his association with that name, let alone membership. "By the All Caste. The worst of what I can do is necessary, but it's dirty, Allison. I don't want to ruin you. I know you think you know what that means, but you don't."
Grimacing with pain, he holds her back just far enough to look at her. "The things I do aren't good, and you are, even when you're tough or cruel. Jason isn't the whole me." He touches her cheek like he'd tried to before, half expecting to be struck, but he can't help himself. He loves her, and he hasn't let her know him. He'd tried to be like Bucky, tried to hold at arm's length the people that needed to stay there for their own good, but of course he's fucked it up. Allison's been part of him from that first look, and no mask was ever going to stop that.
"I just wanted to give you the good parts. When you see the rest, you might not love me anymore."
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Date: 2014-09-19 11:06 pm (UTC)To make her point, she looked down and nudged the helmet with the toe of her boot, careful not to kick it too hard before she looked up at him again.
"I've wanted him, didn't you realize that? I've been terrified of how he made me feel, I...God, I honestly thought I could love two guys at once, I had to be so goddamn careful about how I acted around Helmet Head..."
She blamed how mad she was for the sudden, blistering fantasy that flickered through her head right then of tearing off that body armor and taking him right in the alley...and if he weren't injured, she might have at least tormented him with that. Instead, she kicked his good leg, sharp but not hard enough to take him down.
"I love the man that killed for me as much as the boy who asked my permission for our first kiss. And the only way you're getting rid of me is to aim that gun at my face the next time you draw on me...so I'm getting you home, I'm getting you patched up, and then you are going to leave me the hell alone for about a week while I decide if I'm going to let you live this down." She was already softening, some part of her already forgiving him, and Allison hated herself for it.
She needed to be angry. She couldn't let him do this again, shelter her from his dark side when all she wanted was to lose herself in all of him and never find her way back to the light.
"And if you argue with me about any of that, Red," she finished with a little growl, dragging him back in to press her forehead against his, "I'll break your wrist, I swear to God."
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Date: 2014-09-20 12:24 am (UTC)He has no idea what to do. He misses Bucky like a hole in his heart, misses Steve and Natalia perversely when they're right here in the city and don't know him. On the island, any one of them would have known exactly what to do, but here...Here Jason's just lost.
"I don't know about women," he finally concedes, voice a mangled thing between them. "I don't know about anything." And he hurts, not just in his heart but in his body, functions he can't regulate when his head is so fucked up, and every anxious breath he takes more painful than the last.
"I'm sorry," he says, tears spilling down his cheeks, and a part of him knows it isn't fair, to cry when she's the one he's hurt, but he can't help it. The sob is almost boyish when it comes, and Jason hiccups it down, straightening himself up for the piteous journey home.