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makinglies2015-07-17 11:45 pm
metalicarus) wrote in makinglies2015-07-17 11:45 pm
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Because I know that, when I wake up, the nightmare will start
There was something muffled, some kind of sound. Talking, maybe? Yeah, talking, more than one voice. He couldn't make out the words, someone must have stuffed cotton into his ears. And maybe lined his eyelids with lead while they were at it cause opening his eyes was impossible. He tried and the talking seemed to stop, then he couldn't hear anything as unconsciousness grabbed him again.
The next time he came around, his eyes worked again. At least, they did once he realized wherever he was it was just dark and not that he couldn't see. The second thing he became aware of was that he was being carried. Whoever's back he was on hadn't realized he was awake yet and that sent Jet's mind racing. He'd been dead, he'd died in the arena which means they'd miraculously brought him back and now-? He did a quick mental check, he could control his own body so they hadn't turned him into a weapon, he was aware of his mind and it didn't feel any more or less jumbled than usual so no brainwashing....and thank god he still had his tongue. The next question was why he still had his tongue or anything for that matter. Maybe they were taking him off to do something worse, something new he hadn't seen yet because, surely, there had to be something coming.
Well, they weren't going to just do whatever to him without a fight. He had the element of surprise, he could get the jump on them and fight his way out of wherever he was and after that...well, he'd figure that out when he got there. For right now, he had to act.
He whipped his arms up to wrap around the neck of whoever was carrying him and twisted himself so he could pull out of their grip. He was a little taller, hopefully he could choke this guy out fast before anyone came to help him. Having metal arms would help with that.
The next time he came around, his eyes worked again. At least, they did once he realized wherever he was it was just dark and not that he couldn't see. The second thing he became aware of was that he was being carried. Whoever's back he was on hadn't realized he was awake yet and that sent Jet's mind racing. He'd been dead, he'd died in the arena which means they'd miraculously brought him back and now-? He did a quick mental check, he could control his own body so they hadn't turned him into a weapon, he was aware of his mind and it didn't feel any more or less jumbled than usual so no brainwashing....and thank god he still had his tongue. The next question was why he still had his tongue or anything for that matter. Maybe they were taking him off to do something worse, something new he hadn't seen yet because, surely, there had to be something coming.
Well, they weren't going to just do whatever to him without a fight. He had the element of surprise, he could get the jump on them and fight his way out of wherever he was and after that...well, he'd figure that out when he got there. For right now, he had to act.
He whipped his arms up to wrap around the neck of whoever was carrying him and twisted himself so he could pull out of their grip. He was a little taller, hopefully he could choke this guy out fast before anyone came to help him. Having metal arms would help with that.
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The worst part was that they'd need to be so perfect twice. Rogers would be up soon too and they'd need to pull this exact measure again. Personally, Bucky considered this the practice run.
And he had to say, it was an impressive practice run. He'd brought the best with him for a reason and they proved it. One second off, one hair out of place and it would have been all over, but they made it out with the target and slipped back into the tunnels in record time.
Bucky shifted the weight of the man on his back a little and kept walking. They had a ways to go yet before they were in the clear and they needed to be out of the way in case the rest of the team needed a quick get-away. He felt a little nervous leaving his team behind to retrieve Rogers, but someone needed to get Link out of there and he could recognize in himself that he was far too close to the situation with Rogers, even if he desperately didn't want to be. He'd compromise them all.
These were the thoughts he was entertaining when the weight he'd shifted only minutes ago shifted back and then everything happened at once. There were arms pressing to his throat, cutting off his air supply and he was being pulled back against Link's chest. On reflex, his hands came up to grip the arms choking him hard as his foot went back to jerk one of Link's legs out from under him. At that same moment, Bucky threw his weight sideways and twisted them so Bucky's fall was broken by the other man's body.
That got him loose and the minute he could, he was up and several feet away from his attacker. Was he just defending himself in an unknown situation or had the Capitol gotten to him after all and now Bucky was going to have to clean up the mess?
"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you unless you give me a reason to. I think your husband would rather have you back in one piece."
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He staggered to his feet and finally got a good look at the man across from him and when he stopped breathing again for a moment, it had nothing to do with physical force.
“Bucky?”
No, there was no glint of metal catching what little light there was. His arms were covered, but Jet could see clearly his left hand looked just like his right. Instantly, any momentary ease he’d obtained at the sight of his friend’s face was gone, replaced with distrust and an almost palpable malice. “What the hell are you? Some kind of Capitol-cooked mutation or clone or whatever crap?”
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“I’m human, I was District ‘cooked’ if you have to know, not the Capitol. I’m Bucky Barnes just as much as he is.” There was no need to beat around the bush when they both knew who he was referring to.
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Jet closed the distance between them quickly and grabbed the front of the guy’s shirt to shove him back against the tunnel’s wall. “How ‘bout you start giving me some real answers. Fast.”
There was something there, at the back of his mind. He thought of that jackass, Makara who’d been born here in Panem but was far too similar to Initiate to be a coincidence. And he wasn’t the only one either, Jet had heard about others. And the minute the words were out of his mouth, he knew he was wrong and these were the real answers. This was like Makara and Jet was finding he didn’t like it any better. How many more copies of his family were gonna show up and who would it be next? Sam? Albert? Jesus, even himself? The last thing he wanted to do was meet some Capitol-brainwashed version of himself.
It was then Barnes’ words from earlier came back and finally registered. ‘I think your husband would rather have you back in one piece.’
“You’re from 13, aren’t you? You know Albert.” He backed off a tiny bit, at least letting go of the guy’s shirt and taking one (small) step back. “What the hell are you doing here and where are we?” The edge of malice still wasn’t out of his voice, but at least he wasn’t being overtly threatening.
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“Yes and we’re trying to rescue you. In case you’ve forgotten, you punched a gamemaker which, allow me to inform you, is likely one of the most idiotic things you can do in Panem, it’s right up there with standing outside Snow’s mansion and yelling about what you think of him so good for you.” Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this sarcastic, but most of the people in 13 weren’t as recklessly stupid as this one either. There was a reason he hadn’t pushed for Jet to be grabbed with Albert.
Of course, now that he thought of the older man, it occurred to him the smarts in that equation must rest solely on Heinrich. Bucky had yet to see any actual good traits about Link except maybe how much he cared about Sam.