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kore_logs2013-12-02 05:21 pm
couldntreach) wrote in kore_logs2013-12-02 05:21 pm
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Blood pounding in my eardrums like a battle cry.
Who: Bucky + ?
When: Days 138
Where: The Halls outside his assigned room and onward
What: Phones are for patsies.
Warning: Violence, language, fighting
The message on the phone went, for the most part, ignored. There were bigger concerns for Bucky to deal with than a stranger on the radio comms and one of those was finding where Steve and the other Commandos have vanished to. They had been preparing for the mission to intercept the train. It was a dangerous mission, but then, so were all of their missions, and the boys were crazy enough to keep on going.
But this mission was important, and more than that, they had a deadline. That was what kept him pushing on, even after waking up in a room with too much steel. Far too sterile. He had jolted awake in a panic, with wild eyes on his surroundings. For a few heart-stopping moments, the soldier had been certain he was back at the Hydra base. Fighting guards trying to strap him back down to a table.
It was enough to get his adrenaline racing and his nerves on high-alert.
Which meant that the highly-trained and dangerous soldier was walking the halls like enemy territory. A dangerous battleground. Armed only with a broken piece of chair frame and the race of his pulse, he searched for a way out, keeping radio silence to avoid getting detected sooner.
Whoever grabbed him, had to have been after all of them. Which meant Steve and the other men had to be here somewhere. They had to be.
When: Days 138
Where: The Halls outside his assigned room and onward
What: Phones are for patsies.
Warning: Violence, language, fighting
The message on the phone went, for the most part, ignored. There were bigger concerns for Bucky to deal with than a stranger on the radio comms and one of those was finding where Steve and the other Commandos have vanished to. They had been preparing for the mission to intercept the train. It was a dangerous mission, but then, so were all of their missions, and the boys were crazy enough to keep on going.
But this mission was important, and more than that, they had a deadline. That was what kept him pushing on, even after waking up in a room with too much steel. Far too sterile. He had jolted awake in a panic, with wild eyes on his surroundings. For a few heart-stopping moments, the soldier had been certain he was back at the Hydra base. Fighting guards trying to strap him back down to a table.
It was enough to get his adrenaline racing and his nerves on high-alert.
Which meant that the highly-trained and dangerous soldier was walking the halls like enemy territory. A dangerous battleground. Armed only with a broken piece of chair frame and the race of his pulse, he searched for a way out, keeping radio silence to avoid getting detected sooner.
Whoever grabbed him, had to have been after all of them. Which meant Steve and the other men had to be here somewhere. They had to be.
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"I said you can't take the stupid back all at once. Doesn't work that way."
Come on, Steve. Snap out of it.
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"Bucky Barnes is dead," Steve said, his mouth suddenly bone dry. It was the first time he'd actually said it out loud and he felt like he'd just lost some kind of battle within himself by doing so.
Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly, clenching his hands at his sides. "He's gone."
Steve looked away, unwilling to share his grief with... whatever this was. He cleared his throat, his voice dangerously low.
"How did you know to say that? Who are you?"