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hollowvictorIt had been going so well. They'd busted into the Detention Center, guns blazing, only to find those they were trying to rescue had started to rescue themselves. Good thing too, cause more than likely, neither of their groups would have been able to make it all the way in or all the way out without the other.
The four of them were nearly out, the ruined Capitol out ahead of them and a new burst of Peacekeepers from who even knew where had burst from the depths of the building. Bucky had stopped to grant them cover, the two cyborgs too injured to risk stopping and fighting more than they already had.
There were more than Bucky had accounted for.
Part of him very nearly considered putting his gun to his own head before they could get their hands on him. He'd vowed so many years ago to take the Capitol down or die trying, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of his capture. But he'd found someone who needed him. Someone worth the promised pain of living.
'Go. Go and finish this and then come back for me.' He didn't share the mental link the three of them did, but he had no doubt Sam knew. He remembered shouting to him, telling him to go and get his friends out, knowing at least Albert would stop Sam from running back in to save him. The risk would be too high. Bucky'd shot into the Peacekeepers until one finally got the jump on him and knocked him on the back of his head, turning his world black.
---
When he woke, the first thing he felt was pain. Searing pain through every limb and every vein as though his blood was on fire. He heard himself gasp and a sound ran in his ears, something keening and agonized. It took him a moment to realize it came from his own mouth.
Breath uneven but his mind slowly coming back to him, Bucky waited for his vision to clear and his head to stop buzzing so badly. The rest of his senses slowly caught up to him. He could feel he was on his back, metal straps on his wrists, ankles and across his chest. There was something in his arm, an IV maybe and there were machines all around him, offering incomprehensible readouts and beeping annoyingly. The room smelled dank and like chemicals and it took him to realize what he was staring up at wasn't a dark lab, it was a plain concrete room. Whatever they were doing here, they'd thrown it together in some room in the Detention Center.
It couldn't have been long then. War was wreaking the city, but Snow's pockets and forces still ran deep enough to do what he wanted with what he had. They surely would have moved him if they felt they could or had the time to do it. The rebels must still be in the area if they weren't moving.
Were they torturing him? Wouldn't they have wanted him awake for that? What point would there be now? Surely, that would just be a waste of their resources. It had to be something else then.
A gasp of pain ripped from his lungs and his eyes screwed shut when he tried to pull against the restraints. Whatever they'd done, it wasn't out of his system yet.
Which just begged a question that he felt foolish for not thinking of before: why in the hell was he alone?
Where were the peacekeepers?
The four of them were nearly out, the ruined Capitol out ahead of them and a new burst of Peacekeepers from who even knew where had burst from the depths of the building. Bucky had stopped to grant them cover, the two cyborgs too injured to risk stopping and fighting more than they already had.
There were more than Bucky had accounted for.
Part of him very nearly considered putting his gun to his own head before they could get their hands on him. He'd vowed so many years ago to take the Capitol down or die trying, he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of his capture. But he'd found someone who needed him. Someone worth the promised pain of living.
'Go. Go and finish this and then come back for me.' He didn't share the mental link the three of them did, but he had no doubt Sam knew. He remembered shouting to him, telling him to go and get his friends out, knowing at least Albert would stop Sam from running back in to save him. The risk would be too high. Bucky'd shot into the Peacekeepers until one finally got the jump on him and knocked him on the back of his head, turning his world black.
---
When he woke, the first thing he felt was pain. Searing pain through every limb and every vein as though his blood was on fire. He heard himself gasp and a sound ran in his ears, something keening and agonized. It took him a moment to realize it came from his own mouth.
Breath uneven but his mind slowly coming back to him, Bucky waited for his vision to clear and his head to stop buzzing so badly. The rest of his senses slowly caught up to him. He could feel he was on his back, metal straps on his wrists, ankles and across his chest. There was something in his arm, an IV maybe and there were machines all around him, offering incomprehensible readouts and beeping annoyingly. The room smelled dank and like chemicals and it took him to realize what he was staring up at wasn't a dark lab, it was a plain concrete room. Whatever they were doing here, they'd thrown it together in some room in the Detention Center.
It couldn't have been long then. War was wreaking the city, but Snow's pockets and forces still ran deep enough to do what he wanted with what he had. They surely would have moved him if they felt they could or had the time to do it. The rebels must still be in the area if they weren't moving.
Were they torturing him? Wouldn't they have wanted him awake for that? What point would there be now? Surely, that would just be a waste of their resources. It had to be something else then.
A gasp of pain ripped from his lungs and his eyes screwed shut when he tried to pull against the restraints. Whatever they'd done, it wasn't out of his system yet.
Which just begged a question that he felt foolish for not thinking of before: why in the hell was he alone?
Where were the peacekeepers?
