James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes (
woundedwinter) wrote2022-07-25 11:13 am
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Torchwood.
The last place Bucky was looking to find answers was in Cardiff, of all damn places, but he had run out of options.
Seventy odd years ago he was a solider, a sniper in the 107th and he had everything a fella could want. A best friend, a damn good career and a unit he cared for. A mission in the mountains had gone wrong. They were ambushed and in a desperate attempt to save his friend, Bucky fell. He didn't tumble down the side of the mountain or crash into the ice, though. He was swallowed up by a burst of blue-white light and six months ago he dumped in the middle of New Mexico with an artificial left arm and no memory of what had happened to him or why he'd been flung so far into the future.
He called in what favors he could, talked to anyone who would listen, desperate for answers. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? The Howling Commandos were long gone. He had nothing left.
It was easy to strike the deal in the end. Work with Torchwood and try and find the answers. They dealt in the weird and unexplained and god knows Bucky had enough of that.
The last place Bucky was looking to find answers was in Cardiff, of all damn places, but he had run out of options.
Seventy odd years ago he was a solider, a sniper in the 107th and he had everything a fella could want. A best friend, a damn good career and a unit he cared for. A mission in the mountains had gone wrong. They were ambushed and in a desperate attempt to save his friend, Bucky fell. He didn't tumble down the side of the mountain or crash into the ice, though. He was swallowed up by a burst of blue-white light and six months ago he dumped in the middle of New Mexico with an artificial left arm and no memory of what had happened to him or why he'd been flung so far into the future.
He called in what favors he could, talked to anyone who would listen, desperate for answers. What had happened to him? Where had he gone? The Howling Commandos were long gone. He had nothing left.
It was easy to strike the deal in the end. Work with Torchwood and try and find the answers. They dealt in the weird and unexplained and god knows Bucky had enough of that.
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Usually worse.
Peter freezes at the tingle and braces himself. "Hold up. There's something up there. Something not good."
((Matt had his own series as Constantine before coming to the DC verse, so I draw from that and some of what happened on Legends. He has so much comic canon it's hard to keep it all straight so I try to stick to the series.
Barrowman was on Arrow as a bad guy, Malcolm Merlyn. Very fun to watch))
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Rift creatures aren’t always hot men and a teenager, though. And Jack isn’t about to let anyone die on his watch.
Of course, he’s no where near as fast or strong as Peter and despite charging up the stairs, the mist reaches Peter first. That is less a problem though. It’s the shrieking that follows that’s worrying. Jack immediately presses his hands to his ears. They’re wet. Ah great, he thinks. Must be blood.
((I always meant to watch his show since he and Sara Lance bond over their bisexuality. And I wanted to watch lucifer too. One day I will have all the tv time. But I mentioned Magnus to you and now I’m listening to the show again like an idiot))
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Constantine is chanting, pushing back hard on the mist and the threat beyond it. Binding magic should shut the bastard down, he just needs another moment of concentration while his ears ring.
((Legends is really good. Best Constantine episodes are in season 4. I gave up somewhere in s5. Lucifer rocks. I even have the Devil himself journaled!))
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“Keep it up!” Jack is yelling because he can’t really hear himself. His ear drums have burst but are on the mend. It’s actually a pretty unpleasant thing to regenerate, and Jack should know. He regenerated from pink mist once.
It’s about that time that Bucky calls for backup. Unfortunately, Jack can’t hear him.
Sylar, however, can. He sighs and gazes at the frozen spiders. “On my way, Barnes.” He has such a deceptively soft voice for a killer.
(( I watched it so sporadically. I loved Gary. And Beebo. Plus I liked that you could miss episodes and it would still be fine :) ))
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"No thermal signatures but something grabbed Steve into the dark and he's not calling out." And sue him but he's worried as hell, losing Steve after finding him so soon might just fucking end him but his training keeps Barnes on mission.
"Sounds like we walked into the mother and father of all traps. Again." Because he remembers Rio and pulling the Hargreeves brothers into the fold once the dust settled.
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But not the right one. These are the people of Torchwood Five. Three women, two men, and one non-binary person. All human. All sleeping with each other in various configurations off and on. This job does that, it seems. Provides reasons to have sexual relationships. He snorts and carries on until he sees one of the women succumbing to radiation burns…. And then evaporating.
Gruesome. But that explains the lack of bodies.
“Nothing non-human came through here,” he says before he picks up a clicking sound directly above them. His voice softens. “Barnes, when I tell you to, drop and roll to your left.”
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"Keep him safe," is all he says before he drops and rolls. Steve has to make it though this safely.
That doesn't mean Bucky moves passively, he's got a gun up and trained on the target, his other hand on one of his many knives.
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With it, Steve falls as well, in a fetal position, just as drenched as the rest of them. Sylar breaks his fall with a little telekinesis before he shakes the blood like substance from his body like a dog.
“Jack? Nine left.”
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As much as he might complain, Sylar is part of their unit and Bucky isn't about to leave him behind.
"We need to regroup and get the hell out of here." If they can come back with a bigger team, they can clear out any threat.
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Is Sylar ignoring Bucky? Yes. In the hierarchy of people they are important, Bucky is just above the newcomers he is sure that Jack will adopt into their annoyingly growing family.
Besides. Bucky had Steve right now to worry about, and he’s gasping and struggling now that he’s come to. Must have been swallowed. That sucks.
“Jack— Damn it. Get up. We’re going to find them.”
The base thankfully isn’t that big. Even the Hub is bigger and that is just a few stories under ground and not much to look at.
John, though, likely has it under control by then. A banshee, or a close alien approximation of one, is trying to sing but can’t when Sylar makes it up to them.
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This was gonna hurt like a bastard later, but it's not like he's ever shied away from pain.
Seeing the rest of his unexpected party is enough for John to throw down the big guns. His hands blaze as he struggles to keep the power contained.
"If you've got a way out let's take it! This won't hold forever!"
He's going to have the mother and father of headaches later, but if they were alive he'll manage.
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He’s dealt with this sort of thing before, after all.
As soon as they are all behind John, he blows the system in a rain of sparks and dust. The creature puffs clean out of existence, and the cold begins to creep in.
Three of his men are bloody. One looks hung over. The kid…. Is Peter scared or excited? Maybe both. “Good job. Down to eight. Let’s head down to the living quarters by the lab. Some people need some showers.”
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They shuffle down to the living areas and he groans when Peter sets him on what feels like a bed. He can practically feel the kid worrying about him. "Give me an hour or two and I'll be right as ever."
Bucky still has his arm around Steve, for both support and reassurance. "Let's get you cleaned up pal."
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He looks a mess, blood all over him, but he’s been in that position before. It’s nothing and— “Gabe, give me a hand,” Jack calls. He doesn’t need help checking in with the rest of the gang but he does need Sylar to turn off that predatory crap right now.
In the bathroom, it takes several minutes for the water to run warm enough for Steve not to look somewhat bewilderingly jumpy about it on his skin. “I thought the future was flying cars,” he mutters to Bucky. “Not magic and aliens.”
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There are plenty of shower stalls and he only hesitates a moment before pulling his shirt up and off. He's never exactly been shy around Steve, but the last time they were together he had two very normal arms.
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“How is it you can’t remember getting that. And I somehow got the shield back? And not for nothing…. That’s pretty amazing, what you’ve got. Looks like something Howard would build.”
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"None of the scars were fresh when I woke up. Doctors said they were years old already."
Years that he still can't remember.
Bucky finishes stripping down and steps under the spray to distract himself. "That's how I wound up with Torchwood. They deal in weird and I qualified."
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He could shut up. He should shut up. It’s just too late. The words are all tumbling out now.
“I only had to do six months without you, so I count myself lucky there. Things happened. But it’s like finding you at Azzano all over again. I feel lucky.”
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"I missed you. Waking up here, it was hard. Jack and the others, they try, but it hasn't been the same."
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He wrinkles his nose a little and just lathers up what he can.
“Jack seems…. Determined. Chatty without saying much?” Kind of like that Peter kid who talks just to talk.
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"The sink ain't gonna get you clean enough, get in the shower. I found enough clean clothes for everyone."
He pulls on a sweater first, grumbling as the shoulder seams catch on his arm and he has to give up and wrench the whole sleeve off. "Yeah, he's a talker all right. But he cares about his team, he wants to see everyone come home safe." There's still a lot about Jack that he doesn't know, but everyone who comes to Torchwood has secrets.
"And he'll flirt with anything breathing."
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“Are shirts in the future made of newspaper or are you a lot stronger than I remember?”
He’ll get clean in a second, this is far more important!
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"The docs keep wanting a full workup, and I keep finding reasons to tell them no." He can't explain why the exam chair makes him so uncomfortable.
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The moment the curtain closes, Steve loses his smile. He feels emotion climbing up into his throat and swallows as hard as he can against it.
He might sneak a peek of Bucky through the curtain.
Just to make sure he doesn’t disappear.
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Getting answers would be the smart thing to do. But it also makes him worry about what had been done to him. Why did someone take his arm and give him another one? Why can't he remember?
"You know, when we get back it isn't a long flight to France. You should see the place. Hell of a lot different than the last time we were there."
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