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 The Razors Edge, TAG - James Barnes; Orchid.
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 04:37 AM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
What'd happened in Paris was... There honestly was no words for the weight of sorrow that rested upon his own soul, nor the ache of his heart when realizing how many people lost people they loved. Losing loved one's was... It was hell. The last person he'd lost had been a long time ago, but to him? It hadn't felt that long. Perhaps that was thanks to the forced sleep when being frozen alive. It was hard to know. Returning to America had been with a heavy heart, even after meeting a hydra asset. One whom seemed to hold more humanity and warmth than the possibly realized, or approved of people knowing.

Back in New York, Steve had decided one thing. Until the gala where everything could be addressed in public, laying low was the only real choice. Thus how he found himself in Brooklyn, enjoying the lull of a familiar place. Being cooped in his apartment wasn't doing any good. There was only so long a super soldier could be pent up before it felt as if the walls were pushing in. Not long after returning from the failure that'd been Paris, he'd gotten a report of what'd happened to Romanov. Badly beaten and shot, the red head had been in rough shape.

When question of who'd done such a thing, one name came up, the one name that could've possibly left him spiraling, feeling as if he'd been punched in the gut. James Barnes.

How was that even possible? Maybe what Zola had done had helped him survive the fall but... It was almost much to think about, James, the one he'd known, wouldn't have actively hurt someone so bad. Whatever or whoever this was, wasn't the man he'd cared about and even loved. Following reports, trying to track clues into a cohesive lead, all Rogers was left with was more questions than anything else. HYDRA had their hand in something else here too, and that made him equal mixes of horrified from his friend and livid with those people that could cause harm like this.

That was how he'd found himself walking toward a warehouse, staring up at the building in silence for a moment. A report had went in about a man who'd been lurking around there. The area of the warehouse was familiar, they hadn't lived far from there as boys. Steve's own apartment near the docks because it'd been all Sarah could've afforded. "Well..." He drew in a breath. Here went nothing. Stepping quietly into the depths of the large building after pushing the door open, baby blues searched.

This was going to be harder than he thought.

@James Barnes
Hydra · 63 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 04:56 AM
Played by Orchid · 101 · The Winter Soldier
HYDRA Dog
Cassius had become something of a new handler as far as Barnes was concerned. The man provided him with a safe space for sleeping, eating, and generally, existing. Cash had opened a door in his mind. It was simply cracked open, unlocked and ready to be walked through, but Barnes wasn't sure where the door led, so he'd done everything but actually go barreling through it.

Like a caged animal, he'd paced, toeing the line, but never crossing it. If one had to pin an emotion to it, it would be fear. But the asset knew no fear. Or he hadn't. Now it was something there, edging at the back of his mind. Fear to return to Lukin. Fear to fail. Fear to lose whatever this had become.

It was that fear that made him careless. Spotted, on a handful of occasions. He wasn't confined. But he wasn't encouraged to leave.

A creature of habit, the lighting in the warehouse was dim, if existent at all from the windows, most of which were boarded up. Barnes preferred higher ground, and that was where he had been when the door had been pushed open. Food, if a half of a sandwich and bottled water could suffice, lay where he dropped it before stepping into the shadows and out of sight of the door. There was no sound, no call of greeting from the intruder. The likelihood of it being Cassius or one of his 'kids' was slim.

His matte finished knife was drawn out, and he waited.

@Steven Rogers
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 05:04 AM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
Someone else was in the warehouse, Steve glanced up for a moment at the large expanse of the building and then around his sides as if debating where to look. It wasn't as if there were many options to hide. Did he honestly think this was going to play out without blows happening? Barnes was dangerous, and to be handled as such. In truth, he should've allowed SHIELD to close in on the assassin, but that seemed wrong. This person had once been his best friend, if nothing more than memory sake between them he owed this.

"Buck?" The rich timbre of his voice echoed in the warehouse. "I'm not here to fight you." A hand lifted to show that he was unarmed, and not carrying any weapons on his person. It really wasn't needed when his whole body was a weapon. Plus bringing weapons to see someone was just a breech of trust, even if said person would probably try to murder him. Just even seeing Barnes for a moment would've been more than enough to sate his own curiosity of Natasha being correct of who this was.

Though, when was Natasha ever wrong?

Stepping further into the warehouse, his eyes started to adjust to the darkness. Careful steps, light on his feet. Barely able to make the shadow out from above, he concluded it could've been a person or likely just more crates and his eyes playing tricks on him thanks to the shadows that clung to everything.

@James Barnes
Hydra · 63 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 05:21 AM
Played by Orchid · 101 · The Winter Soldier
HYDRA Dog
Barnes waited. He was familiar with the warehouse, and knowing exactly where the door was in relation to his position helped him pinpoint the intruder without seeing him. They did call out, a ring of familiarity in the tone and the name.

Buck.

Eyes narrowed. James Buchanan Barnes. A name he was familiar with. Buck... it struck a chord with him, but he wasn't entirely sure why. Cassius had taken to calling him Barnes. Natasha had called him James. Both of which he took no issue with. Buck. It was too familiar. It itched at something, like a healing wound that itched, but just out of reach.

He crouched, inching towards the edge of his concealing shadows, chin lifted and eyes seeking out the intruder. Familiar. Not from memory, but from reports. The same reports he'd been handed about the Black Widow. No personal information, save for name. Some history with SHIELD, with the Avengers. Most of it was public knowledge.

He was looking at Captain America, though he appeared more rugged than the picture pinned to the report. He considered the situation for a moment, gauging the drop, the positioning, before with a flurry of movement, he dropped from his perch and position in the shadows, landing lightly, metal arm catching the little bit of light, knife in hand. Steve might not have come for a fight, but he was likely to get one.

@Steven Rogers
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 05:28 AM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
When Barnes landed in front of him, Steve stared for a moment as if the shock was registering. This man.. Emotions rolled up, threatening to consume him. What if this was nothing more than a hopeful dream and if he woke up he'd be alone again? For awhile after coming out of the ice he'd had constant nightmares about losing Barnes and waking up to be utterly alone in an age where he knew no one or anything. Everything was different. It'd only been thanks to Sam and Natasha that he'd managed to get through work with such ease, becoming one of the leaders of the Avengers.

A knife and a metal arm. Blinking almost owlishly, he glanced up at the other. This was going to end in a fight. It was hard to hold himself back from surging forward to grip the other in a hug. He controlled himself, if only for the mere fact he really didn't intend on being stabbed for doing something so stupid. Whoever James had become...wasn't the same one he knew. "You don't know who I am." It was a soft statement, and acknowledging it hurt. Maybe he should've never shown up here. How else could he have made sure HYDRA stayed away though?

Stepping backward to create more space between them, Steve sighed. Everything was a fight these days.

"Well come on, let's get this over with."

@James Barnes
Hydra · 63 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 06:01 AM
Played by Orchid · 101 · The Winter Soldier
HYDRA Dog
Barnes stood there, watching Rogers. There was something predatory in his gaze, sizing up the other man. Calculating just how this was going to go. He was mostly healed from his encounter with Natasha. Some lingering tenderness, but the wound itself was healed. Skin a shining pink of freshly healed scarring. Not visible of course. His stance shifted slightly, a little more on the defensive side as opposed to offensive.

Steve's words didn't go ignored, but rather than answer who he was, he gathered there was some underlying meaning to the words. A byproduct of dealing with Cassius had him more free thinking. Less literal. He knew who Steve was, but he didn't know who Steve thought he was to him. This seemed to be some kind of reoccuring issue. Frankly, it was making him mad.

He was not accustomed to being angry. This was new, and as Steve requested they get it over with, Barnes obliged. He lurched forward, a soft electrical hum emitted from the arm as fingers locked into place around the knife. He swung first with his right, a blow meant to throw Steve off, before metal fist and blade came up in a sweep for his torso.

@Steven Rogers
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 02:37 PM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
Seeing Barnes like this, posed about to strike like a predator about to drag down his prey made his heart ache. It was hard to explain how it made his heart ache. After all they'd been together through literal hell and seeing how humanity had splintered in the past. Each there for the other. The future was cruel, wasn't it? Did he fail in some sense of the meaning? Obviously. Maybe he should've jumped off the train after the other? While everything emotional in him had wanted nothing more at that point he'd known that stopping Red Skull had been the priority, even over his own state of things.

Shifting his stance into a familiar boxing one that'd Barnes had taught him when they'd been nothing more than boys, he was prepared for the violence. After all that was all their lives had become. So when the flesh fist swung to strike him, Rogers took the blow, head snapping to the side, tasting blood in his mouth from teeth hitting the cheek, his own hand moving upward to push the wrist of the metal arm upward so the knife missed him, fingers curling tightly for a moment. "I don't wanna fight you Buck." It was soft, as he righted his stare, baby blues filled with sorrow.

Releasing the metal arm, Steve was slipping backwards to evade any other flurry of movements, glancing toward the knife. Being stabbed wouldn't kill him, but it'd hurt. Drawing in a small breath, he wished for a moment that he'd brought his shield along. This was going to be a lot harder of a fight. Assassin versus Captain America, old childhood friends, turned enemies? This was becoming the month from hell.

@James Barnes
Hydra · 63 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 05:51 PM
Played by Orchid · 101 · The Winter Soldier
HYDRA Dog
There wasn't even an ounce of recognition in his eyes as Barnes sized up Steve, prepared to go for the kill. His movements were fluid, and despite the almost hauntingly familiar pose his opponent took on in defense, he still moved forward to strike. His first swing had hit home, smashing against Steve's face, though the second strike was thwarted by the Captains own attempt to divert the blade.

While Steve maintained a grip on his wrist long enough to tell him he didn't want to fight, it made another soft mechanical whirr as he adjusted, yanking his arm back as Steve backed away from him.

"Nobody ever does." He snarled in reply. He adjusted the angle of his wrist before he went in again. Another swipe across the torso, an elbow to the head, then a pivot on his heel in an attempt to bring the blade home with a backwards swing. Natasha had said the same thing. She hadn't wanted to hurt him. She'd apologized repeatedly about it. Why did the idea of fighting him bother them so much? What was it that made this so difficult for them? He was a target? Why did they not understand that?

More and more questions were burning in his mind, and he lacked the answers.

@Steven Rogers
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 06:43 PM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
Nobody ever does. There was something so heart breaking about that, because it wasn't like Barnes was even aware of being a person before being stripped away into nothing more than a tool of horrors. Someone that had to fight and do what was demanded or lose all their rights. As if this person even had rights. Anger ached and laced through his very core, breath soft as he stepped backward half a step, leaning backward to evade the matte blade swiping at him, leveling a look toward the other man in surprise. This wasn't going to be an easy rumble, especially when he didn't want to fight.

The elbow missed him thanks to the movement backward, but the knife coming down home struck. The piercing of flesh was the first thing Steve noticed, pain bubbling through him, fingers curling into a fist as his vivid hues lowered to see the damage done. Crimson was already welling up in a dangerous taunt. It would take a lot more than that to keep him down though. "Buck, please." There was genuine pleading in his voice. The one person he'd actively chased... Guilt tore through him. How long had the other been like this? How long had Steve been living his life with an emptiness while his friend suffered?

"I told you I'm not going to fight you." He tore the knife out of himself, throwing it harshly away from them. "If you want to kill me, fine, I'm not going to stop you." A hand went to press against the wound briefly. "I'm here 'til the end of the line, right?"

@James Barnes
Hydra · 63 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 06:56 PM
Played by Orchid · 101 · The Winter Soldier
HYDRA Dog
He was not bothered by the other man's dodging of the strikes. When the blade sank into flesh, he was satisfied. Satisfied, but startled by the sound of Steve's voice as he pleaded, using the name 'buck' again. Why was it familiar? Why was the sound of Steve in pain causing something deep in him to twist and writhe in similar pain? He didn't understand it at all. Empathy was not something the Winter Soldier possessed. Understanding, sure, but not empathy. Not like this.

He stepped away, not bringing the knife with him. It had sunk in deep, and he was certain that wihle it may not be a killing blow, it would be a dibilitating one. There wouldn't be much of a fight now. He stepped back, hands at his sides. Metal fingers now slick with Steve's blood.

Cool eyes watched as the other man pulled the knife out and tossed it away. Eyes followed the blade as it skittered across the floor, leaving a smattering of blood in it's wake. More words, promises of not stopping him. Letting him kill the other man. It was all just words, nothing with meaning.

Not until those last few words left Steve's mouth. Barnes zeroed in on those words, on Steve, eyes no longer cold and disinterested, but wide, confused. Brow furrowed slightly as a familiar pain teased at the edges of his mind. No... no, he didn't like this. He didn't want to hear Steve say anything else.

Passive disinterest gave way to sudden rage, as with a yell, Barnes threw himself at Rogers, fist reared back to smash against the blonde's face. If he broke his jaw, then Rogers couldn't keep talking.

@Steven Rogers
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 07:54 PM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
Speaking was agitating Barnes, and a stubborn part of him felt a hot surge of pride. Yeah! He could still be a punk if he needed to push it the agenda. If it meant breaking through to whatever piece of humanity was still there then it was going to be well worth it. Fingers coated in blood lifted slightly, staring in them in a muted silence. Well that was going to have to be a patch job if he could manage after what was going to come.

The yell was a warning. Holy shit. Eyes tore upward at the raging soldier who was bearing down on him in quick steps. It was like seeing a lioness about to drag down a zebra and maul it to death. "Oh fuc-" That was cut off with hitting the ground harshly, head snapping against the solid cement floor of the warehouse, vision going bleary for a moment. Not that he had time to even try to get it back to focusing, not when a fist slammed into his jaw harshly.

Pain flared, and he winced in surprise. Okay maybe he had talked too much.

A hand lifted to push slightly, slipping between their bodies in an attempt to leverage the weight slightly so it wasn't directly on where he'd been stabbed. Enough to prevent bleeding out fully while his other hand moved slightly to grip the front of Bucky's shirt, holding onto it gently, baby blues pleading. Fighting wasn't going to fix them, nothing was going to be the same between them but it didn't need to be like this?

Who knew Hydra's dog would be the one to drag Captain America to his knees and beat him senseless?

@James Barnes
Hydra · 63 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 08:33 PM
Played by Orchid · 101 · The Winter Soldier
HYDRA Dog
It wasn't just the speaking. It was calling him a name he didn't recognize, it was the familiarty that was expressed in those words that really pushed him over the edge. It wasn't fair. This was two people now who knew more about him than he even did. Cassius was alluding to much between them, but there hadn't been much for him to go off of.

It had started with Natasha, and now it was only compunded by Steve.

Now practically sitting on Steve's chest, one fist holding him down, the other reared back to continue the abuse. Steve wasn't trying to stop him, so he made no move to stop. Wordless sounds of anger puntuated each blow.

There was a part of him that was uncomfortable. With the way Steve was looking at him, with the way the other man was touching him. It felt all too familiar in ways it had no rights to be.

@Steven Rogers
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 08:47 PM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
Pinned under the weight and grip of Barnes, he felt the familiar shatter of his cheek bone shattering from a violent punch, and blood filling his mouth. Each movement was so visceral and violent, as if he were being torn down to nothing to become something else. What else was there though? If this was how death came for him then it would've been accepted. Baby blues couldn't keep their focus for a moment, disorientated and becoming more bloodied with each impact from the fist on his face.

As more blood welled up in his mouth, it trickled down slowly along his cheeks from the corners of his mouth, painting his lips a vibrant red. If this was where all the nightmares and guilt ended then he could accept that. Steve Rogers while perhaps one of the greatest example of American freedom, owed that to each person in his life who'd helped push toward a direction that brought nations to safety. It all started with one boy in the schoolyard hauling a bully off of his scrawny frame, and helping him to his feet.

The memory has him weakly smiling despite the abuse.

"M'sorry Buck." Managing that out his voice is hoarse and the grip on the front of the red shirt loosened slowly before dropping to the ground, knowing that his blood was coating the floor around them. "M'so sorry." Because his friend had deserved so much better than this. His heart ached painfully. "I hope this brings you peace." Its barely spoken as the hand between then also shifted downward from stopping the blood flow.

Sorry that no one had taken the time to find him. Sorry that no one had saved him from this. Sorry that he couldn't save Bucky from himself. Sorry for everything Hydra had done, and sorry because he was never going to fight back.

@James Barnes
Hydra · 63 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 09:58 PM
Played by Orchid · 101 · The Winter Soldier
HYDRA Dog
The floor around them, the great gleaming metal arm, and the front of his shirt was painted with Steve's blood. It didn't seem to bother him. Blood was just another thing to wash away later. Wounds healed, foes fell.

His chest was heaving with the effort. The man under him was no ordinary man. An ordinary man would have been dead already, skull caved in, grey matter smeared in some sadistic caricature of a child's finger painting. Steve wasn't dead, and he wasn't dying. He was just at his limit. That fist reared back one last time as he rasped out his apologies, hoping that this display of brutality would bring him peace.

That fist hesitated, hovering there briefly beside his own head as he gasped in great gulps of air, the effort of attempting to destroy the icon below him leaving him winded. When the blond head lolled to the side, and the grip on the front of his shirt loosened before going slack, Barnes was now pinning the unconscious form of Steven Grant Rogers to the floor of a warehouse.

As he stared down at the scene he'd created, his vision blurred briefly, a faint burning in his eyes. Assuming he'd gotten blood in them, he pulled the collar of his shirt up to wipe them clear, but it wasn't blood he was wiping away.

Tears.

One final wordless shout, and he drove his fist down, into the floor, pushing himself up and away from Steve. He took two good steps before he fell to the ground on his knees. He didn't understand any of this. A name echoed in his mind, James Buchanan Barnes. Everything tied to the name however, was a mystery. James Buchanan Barnes had some kind of history with Natasha Romanoff, but the soldier couldn't remember. James Buchanan Barnes had history with Steven Rogers, but again, no recollection of it. How was he supposed to find peace in that concept?

He turned his head and glowered at the man who had wished he would. His chest rose and fell slowly, faintly. Rogers was still breathing. Still alive. The arm whirred softly as he pushed himself back up to his feet and began to pace, hand flexing into a fist and open again as he moved, eyes not leaving the bloodied blonde on the floor.

He could kill him. It wouldn't be hard. The knife had only slid across the floor, plus the unconscious form wouldn't be able to fight him off. He almost winced at the idea of leaning over Rogers and choking the life out of him. Shaking the thoughts away, he was left with only one other option. Intelligence. Get answers. Natasha wasn't willing to die at his hands. She'd shot him, rather than die. Rogers on the other hand, seemed ready and willing to let Barnes kill him. Unable to fight back. Refusing to fight back, even. He didn't know what that meant, but he would find out.

However, he could not keep Rogers here. Cassius wouldn't approve, he was sure. It was also dangerous for any who frequented the building if he were to do that. Instead, they needed somewhere else. He stood there, studying Steve, hesitant to touch him for the moment. After several long moments of contimplation, he stepped forward slowly, before dropping into a crouch. Eyes focused on the pulse in Rogers' throat, while hands went to work, seeking out pockets and emptying them. He didn't have much of note, but the wallet served it's purpose. A private address not far from the warehouse in writing that Barnes knew was Rogers', though how he was sure of it, he wasn't sure himself. None the less, it would do.

He was still bleeding, mostly from the wound from the knife, but it didn't seem life threatening to Barnes, not for the moment at least. He reached over, grabbed Steve by the arm, and hefted him up and over his shoulder, supporting Steve's body across his shoulders before he stood.

Getting Steve back to his meager apartment wasn't hard. It was late enough in the after noon that there weren't many on lookers, and those that did notice, averted their gaze at the sight. It was everything that came after that was difficult. So many familiar things. Things he had no right to understand or fathom assaulted his senses from the moment he stepped foot into the apartment. It was overwhelming, and once he'd gotten Steve settled, little more than flopping him onto his own bed, and patching up the knife wound, Barnes retreated.

Sanctuary from his own mind ended up being the small bathroom. A small confined space. Familiar in function. Hot scalding water to wash away the blood, everything else ignored. His clothing was discarded, replaced with similar from Steve's wardrobe. They were similar in size, so it was surprisingly comfortable to boot. Once he was sure the space was secure, and Steve wasn't about to die, he parked himself in the corner of the room, sank to the floor, and waited.

@Steven Rogers
Avengers · 32 Posts
Posted on: May 17 2018, 10:58 PM
Played by Lazarus · 99 · Captain America
Avengers
When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree by the river of truth, and tell the whole world "No, you move."
"Hey Stevie, y'gonna get up sometime soon? C'mon, we gotta get goin' or yeah gonna be late for class".

The dream was a haunting memory slick in golden shades of sunlight, akin to looking through an old photograph, Steve didn't know why his mind had chose this as a safe place to go while passed out to the world, prepared to die if it came down to it. A smile curved over his mouth. "Yeah m'gettin' up, why'd you let me sleep this long?" A groan, which was only met from a roll of eyes from Barnes who seemed exasperated.

"You say tha' like I hadn't tried or somethin'."

"Yeah yeah, m'movin' now."

It was moments like this that would play in the back of his mind often. It made waking up that much more painful because every time he woke up he was alone with only the empty place beside him on the bed and a hole in his own heart. Maybe, this time he could relent into just staying with the memories. It wasn't like the world needed him, not now. There'd be people to pluck up the mantle given enough time to do such a thing. Despite his own resistance, his mind was dragging him back toward the surface of consciousness. Back to reality of being awake.

A soft pained groan slipped from between parted lips, feeling the pain of his abused body. Baby blue eyes barely able to open, and even when they did the faint light from the window made them ache. A very good thing to keep in mind next time was to ask to not be struck with the metal arm. The familiar tight restriction of bandages on chest told him that someone had bandaged him back into one whole piece. Fingers curled, flexing slightly to test the range of movement. A low hiss of breath escaped as he purposely rolled himself onto his chest, hands pressing down into the mattress, sitting upward slowly.

It was when righted properly he noticed someone settled on the floor in the corner of his room. Bucky? Blinking to make sure he hadn't been seeing things, he noticed Bucky wearing his clothes and looking cleaner than he had while covered in crimson blood. "Hey." Rasped out, fingers moved to feel the damage of his face, wincing the whole time. Well it wasn't like he was going to attract any people looking like this.

"You can come outta the corner, I ain't gonna bite you." It was meant as a joke but he doubted he could bite truthfully. Blood streaked the normally golden hair in a mess, and he seemed worn for wear. "How long was I out?" Legs swung over the edge of the bed as if he intended on getting up despite the blood loss.

@James Barnes
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