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желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question. | печь There will always be a lie in believe. |
один Whatever is static is dead. | рассвет The world is too quiet. |
желание I know you are the answer, but I forgot the question. | печь There will always be a lie in believe. |
один Whatever is static is dead. | рассвет The world is too quiet. |
LATE DAY 006
But it's not the only distraction on his mind.
A day isn't long enough for Bucky's arrival to settle in his mind. His memory holds parts of their conversation with sharp clarity, erratic sensory input and spoken words haphazardly pieced together. He'd reject all of it if he could, but no version of him can hear that story and accuse Bucky of being a liar. No version of him could hear and see all that, and feel anything but horror and grief.
(he's eighteen again, walking home from his mother's funeral)
It's later in the day when he finally notices Bucky's absence. Doesn't worry him at first - he'd seemed, of all things, interested in the mission. Steve had been trying to do the same thing, walking the nicer districts this time and getting one of those tech tours. But hours pass and there's still no sign of him at the Bearings, his room looking like it was left in a hurry.
A train brings him to the same platform he'd exited with Lexa a few days ago, following a faint trail. For better or worse Steve's understanding of his mental abilities have increased slightly ever since the day he decided to wander through the roots of his Brood. At a distance it's not easy to hold, but he can follow the link as he walks through the streets of Subspace. Keeps his head down - might've been a good idea to bring someone else with him. A trio of young men size him up as he passes a boarded up building. ]
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He’s not in Russia, he’s not hunting a target, he’s not waiting on evac. His name is Bucky and he’s come to Concordia on a recon mission. Steve’s here. Steve’s small again. Steve knows. Steve told him to imagine walls to keep people out and they were supposed to practice today. Except today is almost over and it’s taken him too long to get his head set on his shoulders again.
In the back of his mind, a beacon glows, like a radar, and moves closer, reaching out for something or someone. It’s reminiscent of the man from earlier in the day, but much more pure and bright; this isn’t a touch that frightens him, instead it harkens him to follow.
The Nest, he figures, someone sent to bring him in. They can’t have their operatives running off in the middle of the night in the middle of a mission, after all. It makes sense, but Bucky’s not about to go hurrying back into a room full of minds he can’t shut out.
Sucking in a breath, he tucks his new journal into his pack and shoulders it. His left sleeve has more or less been cut off underneath the jacket for ease of maneuverability. As he exits his temporary hovel, the beacon in his head doubles in strength, no longer a beckoning but a command. He follows it to a group of three men speaking in hushed tones before they pick up on the scent of easy prey. They step out from under the concrete lintel to tail their target. ]
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He makes it to the door, a soft chime announcing his entrance. The cashier barely flicks his gaze away from the cracked holo-screen fixed into the wall behind the counter. Steve's hands shove into his pockets and he loiters near the back, eyeing the cases of carbonated drinks and beer, waiting out his pursuers.
As much as some people like to insist on the contrary, Steve actually doesn't enjoy getting beat up and/or mugged - the mess on Avera has instilled some caution in him. ]
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The first of the gang glances up at Bucky's approach.] 'ey, what're you lookin' at?
[Rather than reply, he slings his pack from his shoulder to pull out a pen.]
Oi! You listenin'?
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( ? )
[ The thread between them buzzes with a wordless question. Steve's still inside the shop but he's staring out the tall windows in the front, starting to make his way back to the door. The cashier gives him a scrutinizing once-over. ]
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Bucky follows up with a kick square to his chest and then the other two are on him in a heartbeat.]
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Hey!
[ The scuffle's already under way as he turns the corner. The first attacker is still choking, eyes watering and his hand pressed against the wall. Steve ignores him, barreling toward the pair that are ganging up on Bucky. His fighting technique still isn't up to par, but he's a bit stronger than he looks - and his gloves have built in tasers. One of Bucky's assailants turns to the sound of someone approaching. ]
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He means to stop the other with his left arm, but as he raises it, he finds the empty sleeve hanging off his arm instead.]
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Bucky's head is filled with a sudden emptiness, a vacuum sucking the last five minutes out of his head.]
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There's a bystander on the other side of the street watching. ]
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He grabs hold of Bucky's arm, unaware of the shift in him. ]
C'mon -
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Leave him alone, he's done. [ His head hasn't stopped spinning, but he's picked a direction and he's attempting to drag them both in it, away from the scene. ]
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What is this?
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Planning on staying here a while? [ He grimaces, moving toward the cot to sit. ]
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He doesn't answer and instead offers the compress in silence.]
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Bucky. [ Say something. ]
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My name is Bucky. [He furrows his brows as more pieces click into place.]
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You sure you don't need that? [ Nodding at the compress, the humor in his tone is forced. A beat, then, carefully he ventures: ] You remember how we got here?
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He swallows again, blinking at Steve.] No.
[Last he remembered, he was leaving, but he didn't know why or the source of the blossoming bruise on the side of Steve's head.] I know you.
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It's another few seconds before he's finally able to take the compress, pressing the cold plastic against his face with a wince. ] You remember the Station? The trip to the city?
[ He's hoping the answers to both of those are going to be yes. ]
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hope u like novels
oh NO
i think u mean oh yes
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