[Bucky doesn’t bother trying to argue with DC cops about fault. There are enough of the other group to condemn him to an overnight, if not longer, stay behind bars. The more he tries to relax, the less trouble he’ll get into.
He hopes.
Knowing Steve is on the way is a small relief. The handcuffs that circle his wrists could never really hold him, but he’s keeping them on. Let cooler heads prevail until Steve can try to do something to possibly bail him out before they put him in a cell with someone who hates him or worse, solitary.]
[The Soldier stood statuesque before the prisoner, rifle in hand, loaded and cocked despite orders to not kill. There's something about this man that disturbs the programming buzzing under his skin, something that unsettles the natural order that confines the Soldier to his duties. Even with his full mask and goggles, The Soldier feels bare- exposed- before this one man.
Maybe it's because the Soldier doesn't know why he was sent for an extraction mission instead of an assassination, because he can hear distant voices in his ear, cries for help that end in a bark of gunfire. Why did this man deserve to live when all the others met terrible ends? It's not his place to question, but the Soldier doubts and he's not entirely sure it's the first time either.
He remembers waking up in the chair, screaming until his voice broke. Mission details about capture and extraction to Siberia. Do not, under any circumstances, kill the target. Holding back had been difficult, not pushing for death at every swing of his knife, but then the Soldier was able to land a few shots he'll be reprimanded for later.
But he did it. The prisoner is here and alive, mostly. The Soldier wants to run, to hand off to the next handler, rather than stand in this awfully small room with a man that unsettles him so deeply, but his orders were to not allow the prisoner to die. So here he is, watching for breathing and consciousness.]
Prison Time!
He hopes.
Knowing Steve is on the way is a small relief. The handcuffs that circle his wrists could never really hold him, but he’s keeping them on. Let cooler heads prevail until Steve can try to do something to possibly bail him out before they put him in a cell with someone who hates him or worse, solitary.]
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Capture! lmk if you'd like me to change anything!
Maybe it's because the Soldier doesn't know why he was sent for an extraction mission instead of an assassination, because he can hear distant voices in his ear, cries for help that end in a bark of gunfire. Why did this man deserve to live when all the others met terrible ends? It's not his place to question, but the Soldier doubts and he's not entirely sure it's the first time either.
He remembers waking up in the chair, screaming until his voice broke. Mission details about capture and extraction to Siberia. Do not, under any circumstances, kill the target. Holding back had been difficult, not pushing for death at every swing of his knife, but then the Soldier was able to land a few shots he'll be reprimanded for later.
But he did it. The prisoner is here and alive, mostly. The Soldier wants to run, to hand off to the next handler, rather than stand in this awfully small room with a man that unsettles him so deeply, but his orders were to not allow the prisoner to die. So here he is, watching for breathing and consciousness.]
sorry for the delay! Work got crazy T-T
All good!