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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 12:30:16 GMT -5
There was a moment where the other two were silent, before Natasha texted back, "And?" She was back at the hotel room she'd booked by now, sitting at the bar and drinking a cocktail. It seemed like she wasn't going back to her actual apartment any time soon, but she didn't mind.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 12:36:34 GMT -5
Steve's phone buzzed and he checked it again. Nat had answered. "They're going to move him back tomorrow." was his answer. "And then I need to figure out how he's going to change back." That was his homework for now, to go back to his room and think about how to convert Bucky. Was it to keep reminding him of the past? The only good that had done so far, was bring back some old memories. It still didn't change how he was so stubborn and attacking people out of the blue if he didn't like what they said or wanted him to do.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 12:44:36 GMT -5
"Steve, we keep telling you, he's not just going to magically change back," Natasha replied, sighing as she flipped onto her stomach and put her face in one of her pillows. She understood Steve's motivation, but god, how he could be so narrow-minded baffled her. She hoped that he would figure out, and come to terms with, the fact that his Bucky was probably never going to come back, at least not fully.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 12:56:02 GMT -5
(Unless he sprinkles fairy dust on him. And we know Steve always has some of that in his pockets.)
Her text back hurt. Why did they have to doubt it so much? It ruined his slightly optimistic thoughts, and he decided not to answer back, shoving his phone back into his pocket. Maybe Sam would think differently when he got back to him. Who was he kidding though, really? Natasha was just trying to break the brutally honest to him in the nicest way she possible. Steve was only setting himself up for disappointment.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 12:59:52 GMT -5
[[ oh yes, totally. skip to when he gets buck? ]]
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 15:15:18 GMT -5
(Yeppers.)
Nick had agreed to meet with Steve the following morning by Bucky's door. The tall man with the eye patch stood with his hands behind his back. Steve jogged down the hallway, he had slept in only because he had been up last night thinking to himself and hadn't given himself much of a chance to rest. He stopped at the end and yawned, in which Nick looked at him, unimpressed. "I hope you're doing the right thing, Captain." he said. "Sometimes its better to think with your head, not your heart." He tapped the side of his head. "I'll make this work." Steve argued. He turned the handle of the door and walked into the dark room. "Bucky?"
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 15:35:41 GMT -5
The shape of the man shifted behind the table, where he was still chained to the chair, hunkering in on itself, bracing for a beating as Steve came inside. His wrists were raw from trying to break the reinforced handcuffs, swollen around the metal and throbbing every time he shifted. It hurt like hell, but he said nothing, glaring down at the table as the rectangle of light from the doorway stung at his eyes.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 15:52:39 GMT -5
He flipped the small switch by the entrance, the lights flickered a few times before they actually stayed on, creating a buzzing, crackling noise. Nick waited outside but handed him a key, which he took and approached Bucky slowly with. "We're going to get you out." he said softly. He prayed Bucky wouldn't attack again, or else he definitely wouldn't be let back out. Hopefully, he realized that being put here in the first place hadn't been Steve's idea to begin with.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 16:05:31 GMT -5
Silence again, for a moment, before Bucky reminded stiffly, "You're the one who put me in here in the first place." And he said nothing else, jaw set as he stared at Steve, watching him come towards him the key in his hand. Part of him wanted to strangle the life out of him, and Fury, and everyone else, but another part of him knew he couldn't. He had nowhere to go, and there was no way that he could escape.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 16:14:05 GMT -5
Steve wanted to say otherwise, but didn't. He took the cuff from Bucky's flesh hand and undid that one first and then moved over to the other, watching his facial expressions as he did so. Once Bucky was free to move himself, Steve stepped back and offered his hand to help him stand up, swallowing. He was aware of Nick watching them from behind. "Come on." he said. He prayed to God Bucky got the hint that they needed to be extra careful with the Director around. If he needed to vent out later, well, that was fine. As long as no one else was there to witness it.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 16:26:41 GMT -5
Bucky stared up at him, looking at those outstretched hands like he might bite them. But, he didn't. Instead, he stood on his own, bracing himself on the table with his metal arm and quivering ever so slightly as he made it onto his own two feet. He glanced over Steve's shoulder at Nick, and then back at Steve, before asking lowly, "Where are we going?"
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 16:38:12 GMT -5
"Back to your old room." Steve answered. "I'm not going to let them cuff you again." he added, but the last part was too quiet for Nick to here back there. "Let's go." He started to lead Bucky out of the cell, making sure that he stayed close by his side for safe measures. He didn't even cast a glance at Nick when he walked by, this was nerve-wracking. They just needed to get out of there.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 17:04:17 GMT -5
"Why'd you let them do it in the first place then?" Bucky snapped viciously as he was led by Nick, though he made no move to physically attack either of the men. His shoulders just tensed, and his teeth ground together, but he managed to control himself. As angry as he was, he didn't want to be locked back up here.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 17:12:44 GMT -5
"It wasn'tmy decision to make!" Steve pointed out, frustrated. "I'm not in charge." They parted ways with Nick when they reached a fork in the hall, Steve bid him a formal goodbye, although the man with the eyepatch said nothing, just shook his head and muttered, leaving the two of them behind.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 19:18:20 GMT -5
Bucky said nothing, and then watched as Fury left. When the man was gone, he looked to Steve, brow low and eyes narrowed. "Are we going now?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 19:25:47 GMT -5
Steve nodded and sighed. "C'mon. Next floor up."
(Skip to when they get there, or...?)
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 20:05:58 GMT -5
[[ sure. ]]
Bucky stepped cautiously into the room, eyes widening marginally in surprise as he saw the inside. It had been cleaned, an actual bed had been placed inside, and someone had left some chocolate on the bed. He walked over, picking it up and turning it in his hands before deciding out loud, "Natasha." He hadn't had chocolate in years, and he set it aside, not interested, before pushing on the bed with his flesh hand. "Too soft."
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 20:22:29 GMT -5
Natasha, soft? Steve could have almost laughed at that. She wasn't known to be of the sort. While Bucky was looking around the room, getting himself familiar with it again, Steve crossed his arms. "Y'know, there are a lot of people here that support you." By 'people' he meant him, Sam, and Nat. He didn't know if there were others. "I know you may not realize that yet." The cuff on the old bed was was nonexistent. He wouldn't have to be strapped up like before.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 20:51:17 GMT -5
"You people don't know me," Bucky informed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking over at Steve, "you think you do. You don't." Natasha did, to an extent, as did Madeline. He knew Steve had known him once, but he didn't trust him, and he didn't know Sam at all. He knew they called him Bucky, or James, since both of those names had belonged to him once. But, they felt wrong. They hurt. He didn't like the pain.
[[ might you be interested in doing a doctor who rp with me where it's centered on gallifrey? ]]
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 21:44:26 GMT -5
(I'd love to! I'll probably be so out-of-character though if you don't mind that.)
"I'm sorry you think that." Steve said, stung. He had done everything he could think of to make Bucky happy at least, nothing was working. He needed a break, didn't want to talk anymore. Perhaps a few days without Bucky hanging over his head would put his mind at ease. "I can leave if you'd like. Unless there's anything else you want me to do right now?"
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 22:09:46 GMT -5
[[ i don't mind! ]]
"I'm fine," Bucky said stiffly, turning his head away from Steve with a long sigh, "I want to sleep. You can go." Was he mad at Steve? Yes. This man said he wanted to protect and help him, but he had done none of that in Bucky's eyes. He had jus been a nuisance and a burden, though Bucky knew he was arguably being the same, deep down. He was grateful for being out, but he wanted him to go.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 22:21:53 GMT -5
(Great, we can start when I get back, or whenever. They are literally timing while I respond to this, lol.)
"Fine." he was equally upset with him. Steve picked up a bag that was laying in the corner of the room. He picked it up and pulled out a small cell phone. It wasn't new but it had cell service and a few songs downloaded onto it. He tossed it onto the bed along with a pair of earbuds. "Here, use that if you need anything." He wasn't even sure Bucky knew how to use it, maybe he did, maybe he didn't. Right now he didn't care. And without another word, Steve left.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2017 23:14:41 GMT -5
[[ i'm going to bed, so could we just start tomorrow? ]]
Bucky caught it gingerly. It was old, and he had no one to call, but he shoved it into his pocket anyways before flopping back onto the bed, covering his eyes with his metal arm. But, despite how tired he was, sleep wouldn't come to him, so he sat back up with a grunt. A moment later he stood, slipped on the soft shoes that had been left in the room, and tried the door to the hall. It was open, surprisingly, and he walked out, looking up and down the hall for something, anything, to do.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 13, 2017 23:53:53 GMT -5
(Sure. I'm guessing that we'll both be timelords or whatnot? Do you have a plot in mind?) (Sleep well. ) Madeline sat cross-legged in her bed, manipulating a piece of the blanket in between her fingers. She to was kept awake, more bored than tired. Her long hair was brushed and wet from the shower she had taken a while ago. Her mind was distant from any thoughts, and she kind of just stared at the baseboards of the wall as if they were really interesting.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 13:15:16 GMT -5
[[ i mean, we could always be the doctor and the master. i don't care though. ]]
About five minutes later, the door creaked open, and Bucky slipped in, turning to look her up and down. "Hello," he greeted, stepping inside and sitting down in one of the chairs, looking up to the ceiling, "Steve got me out." Steve was still a jerk, but yes, Steve had got him out.
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Post by Darkshine Laufeyson-Barnes on May 14, 2017 13:40:36 GMT -5
[[ i mean, we could always be the doctor and the master. i don't care though. ]]
About five minutes later, the door creaked open, and Bucky slipped in, turning to look her up and down. "Hello," he greeted, stepping inside and sitting down in one of the chairs, looking up to the ceiling, "Steve got me out." Steve was still a jerk, but yes, Steve had got him out. (Okay. Can we start it later on today? I'm using mobile right now and I would like to start it when I'm at a computer.) When Bucky walked in, she was genuinely startled. "Oh, hello." She began, pulling the blanket up to herself before relaxing from the tension she had felt. "That's good." How he had known she was staying in this room was a mystery, he'd never visited before. But that didn't matter so much.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 14:45:04 GMT -5
[[ i mean, we could always be the doctor and the master. i don't care though. ]]
About five minutes later, the door creaked open, and Bucky slipped in, turning to look her up and down. "Hello," he greeted, stepping inside and sitting down in one of the chairs, looking up to the ceiling, "Steve got me out." Steve was still a jerk, but yes, Steve had got him out. (Okay. Can we start it later on today? I'm using mobile right now and I would like to start it when I'm at a computer.) When Bucky walked in, she was genuinely startled. "Oh, hello." She began, pulling the blanket up to herself before relaxing from the tension she had felt. "That's good." How he had known she was staying in this room was a mystery, he'd never visited before. But that didn't matter so much. [[ sure pal. ]]
"If you're wondering how I got here," Bucky said, doing that thing where he sort of subconsciously read her mind, "I looked in the records at the nurses' station." He pulled one of his legs up, leaning forward with a small sigh, unrested. "Are you okay?"
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